But when the lights were turned on, the host announced that everyone should hold onto the party guests' hands without letting go until the black cloths were removed. When Yang Chao, full of enthusiasm and pride, pulled someone's hand to lift off the cloth, he was stunned—turns out it was a hefty American woman, a dinosaur-type! Oh my! This dinosaur woman had thick, dark lips and a strong, unpleasant breath, and her waist, like a barrel, was pressing directly against Yang Chao's chest. Her large, sweaty hands were dripping with sweat. Yang Chao quickly tried to free his hand to reach for Zhang Yuping beside him, but the dinosaur woman stared at him with eyes like copper bells, shouting in English, "You won't be leaving! Not unless I break your hand!" Indeed, Yang Chao's hand ached terribly. He never expected this woman to be so strong—just a slight effort from her and his fingers were nearly snapped. He had no choice but to remain still, barely daring to move. And then turning to look at Zhang Yuping beside her, one was amazed to see that her delicate hands were being gently guided by the handsome, graceful, and confident Gao Liang. Zhang Yuping’s face was flushed with embarrassment—what on earth was going on? It turned out that when Zhang Yuping stepped onto the black adhesive tape, just as she was walking forward, the plump woman passed by, and her stinky feet accidentally pressed down on the tape, sticking it firmly to her own feet. As a result, Yang Chao naturally “followed the trail” and reached out to grasp the plump woman’s large, sturdy hand. As for Zhang Yuping, when the plump woman stepped on the tape, she was suddenly knocked off her balance, staggering and falling forward. She had expected to land hard on the bright, solid floor, but instead, she collided squarely with someone. Her soft, graceful body now rested against the broad, warm, and strong chest of that person. Zhang Yuping immediately sensed a strong, masculine scent—very manly—coming from him. Wait a minute… hadn’t she smelled this scent before? It felt so familiar! At that moment, the lights were still dimming. Someone from behind pushed her gently, and due to inertia, Zhang Yuping's body slid between someone else's. She lifted her head—wha! Her lips had stuck to that person's. Zhang Yuping was electrified, feeling a sudden shock of surprise and fear. It had been six months—six months since she last felt this sensation. As she desperately tried to pull away, the lights suddenly came back on. Both of them were startled. It was Gao Liang. Yet, right in front of everyone, Gao Liang continued to take advantage of her, his clumsy yet assertive tongue boldly extending into her mouth. "You rogue! You lusty man! Let go of me!" Zhang Yuping struggled to free herself from Gao Liang's grasp, but he held her firmly, his grip tugging at her arms. Everyone heard her voice clearly and immediately reached out to pull their own partners close, gathering around them. Dai Mengna missed high-light's hand, feeling deeply disappointed. The so-called partner beside her, however, was Peter—someone she didn't particularly like. Peter, on the other hand, beamed with delight, saying, "Miss Dai! High-light is such a romantic, yet he's once again drawn to that beautiful woman! You should follow him—what happiness that will be!" Dai Mengna struggled to free herself from Peter's grasp, but Peter, with a lingering gaze, insisted, "But you have to hold my hand first! This time, it's no longer up to you!" Dai Mengna replied, "Peter, you may have caught my body, but you can never capture my heart! No matter what—my belief is firm: High-light truly loves me. As long as he loves me sincerely, I don't care how many women he has!" Peter coldly snorted, looking disdainfully at the stage center where High-light and Zhang Yuping were engaged in a heated exchange, saying, "Is that so?" Indeed, it was no coincidence—High-light and Zhang Yuping were in the midst of a fierce confrontation. "Wife! You're mine!" Can you not even let me hold your hand? If you truly don't like me, then, right in front of all these people, say goodbye!" Gao Liang never liked to pressure anyone, especially the beautiful women around him. Zhang Yупing hesitated—she never expected that, despite their once-close relationship, the distance between them had grown so wide. In the past, Gao Liang had truly treated her well. Indeed, he had always been kind to her, but somehow, he simply wouldn't allow himself to love her while also loving Dai Mengna. "Gao Liang! Do you love her?" Zhang Yупing was a bold girl who actively sought true love. She knew that this very moment was the time to clarify their relationship with this outstanding man. With courage, she looked steadily toward Dai Mengna while seriously asking Gao Liang, "Do you love me? Between the two of you, who have you chosen? Who exactly?" Without waiting for Gao Liang's reply, Dai Mengna called out to him, "Husband!" "Say it! Choose me!" The vibrant, passionate American woman deeply moved many people, with many marveling, "What good fortune this Eastern man has! Our goddess has actually fallen for him!" "Please say yes! Such a wonderful woman!" The crowd erupted. Yet, Gao Liang's response surprised everyone. Addressing Daimengna, he said, "Miss Daimengna! I'm truly sorry, but actually, I came to the U.S. specifically to find you! Truly, for you! I'd do anything for you—even though we've been apart for six months! Yet, I can't forget her at all. I can hardly imagine what my life would be like without her by my side!" Zhan Yiping's eyes welled up with tears—she never thought that Gao Liang would feel the same way, still carrying her in his heart every day and night, even after six months apart. It turned out that Gao Liang had always loved her and cared for her deeply. And beside him, Daimengna was crying too. She wept bitterly, struggling desperately against Peter's hands, rushing toward Gao Liang, unable to believe what she had just said was true, and repeatedly turning to him with trembling eyes, shouting, "Say it again! Say it again!" Gao Liang supported Daimeng's delicate shoulder and said, "Madam Daimeng, I truly believe you have sincere feelings for me. But I must tell you the truth—I am already married! I deeply love Ms. Zhang Yuping standing before me, and I will be faithful to her. I am certain that, with your such outstanding qualities, you will surely find a man better than me!" Daimeng's tears streamed down her face, utterly surprised—having always been called husband and wife in public and private, and their relationship had been so close and intimate, yet here, before Ms. Zhang Yuping, she found no place at all in Gao Liang's heart. Peter held onto Demona's hand, but Demona gently pushed him away. All she could see was Gao Liang, despite the fact that Gao Liang had been gently declining her advances. To Gao Liang, she simply said, "Perhaps it's just my one-sided hope!" Pausing, as if gathering her courage, she added, "Wishing you both happiness!" Facing Zhang Yuping, Gao Liang nodded warmly and said, "The same to you!" Demona firmly suppressed her sense of loss, took off in a small run, and Peter followed behind, yet Demona paid no attention at all. Gao Liang, on the other hand, gazed deeply at Zhang Yuping and said, "Yuping! Don't leave me! Okay?" Zhang Yuping was deeply moved, because she saw this accomplished man speaking to her in a pleading tone—almost as if begging—something that Gao Liang had never done before. From the sincerity in his voice, Zhang Yuping clearly sensed how deeply Gao Liang cared for her and truly loved her. Yang Chao grew furious, angrily dialing a key on his phone. Instantly, two large, muscular Black men surged to Yang's back and charged straight at his shoulders. "Bad! Boss! Move now! Someone's launched a surprise attack!" His two bodyguards, sharp-eyed and at a distance, couldn't reach him in time to save him and immediately shouted the warning. The highlighted back was struck hard by a punch. When the second punch came, the two stalwart bodyguards had already swiftly and unexpectedly subdued the two tall black men. The senior energy wielders, who had always found it easy to handle mere surprise attacks from less-skilled black staff—almost like swatting flies—were taken aback. Their leader had been injured, which was unexpected. In the past, no one had ever managed to successfully strike the highlighted figure with a surprise attack. How could their own leader have fallen to such an unskilled black opponent?