Before anyone could react, Lei rushed straight to Chen Yuting, pressing a sharp knife against her throat and glaring fiercely at Gao Liang, saying, "Hmph! Get out of here—now! Or I'll cut you with a white blade in and a red blade out!" With a slight push, Chen Yuting immediately gave a sharp scream. Gao Liang stared straight back at Lei, damn it—he'd even dared to touch Lei's wife. Clearly, some blood would have to be spilled to make a point. So Gao Liang roared, "You're asking for it!" As he spoke, a deep furrow formed on his lips, filled with blazing anger. When Chen Yuting screamed, Lei's face suddenly contorted in pain, "Oh! Ah!" He cried out, the knife clattering to the ground, blood flowing steadily from his hands, splashing onto the floor. The bystanders stood in stunned silence. Chen Yuting felt Lei's pressure on her hand ease, her eyes opening in despair, seeing Lei like a wounded leopard. Lei had gone completely wild. It was a wounded leopard, wildly frantic. With one powerful grip, it seized Chen Yuting, holding her as a shield, and turned to Gao Huang, declaring, "If you so much as lift a finger, I'll tear her to pieces right away!" Léi Yé held Chen Yuting tightly and hurried to retreat, while Gao Huang, concerned for her safety, remained calm and refrained from acting. Léi Yé believed he had reached a safe distance, unaware that just one more step backward would plunge him into a pit. Gao Huang needed to save Chen Yuting—only at the crucial moment could he act. Facing away from Léi Yé, Gao Huang still had his Spirit-Collecting Eyes, which allowed him to see the scene behind him. As Gao Huang began counting silently in his mind—“1, 2…”—he reached “3,” Léi Yé’s eyes fluttered. “A flicker of the eyes, and the Thunder God appears!” When Léi Yé’s eyes fluttered, the Thunder God manifested. Then, Gao Huang roared—old Léi, not showing his strength, was still considered a Thus, Gao leapt into the air, his body soaring like a dragon ascending to heaven, then, with the wings of a phoenix spread wide, he surged directly toward the Thunder Lord. The Thunder Lord, whose eyes blinked in surprise, loosened his grip on Chen Yuting's hand. At that moment, Gao executed a low-flying pass, seizing Chen Yuting's delicate hand firmly. With a solid *thump*, Chen Yuting's entire graceful form was lifted by Gao, her body dancing gracefully through the air—truly a stunning sight. Chen Yuting, securely held by Gao, soared through the sky, radiating pure happiness. Meanwhile, the Thunder Lord, caught off guard by Gao's unexpected and powerful thrust, stepped back one pace, leaving behind a hollow depression. "Ah! My goodness! Oh my!" cried the Thunder Lord as he tumbled into the pit. He screamed in pain, his entire body engulfed by a white liquid that solidified around him. It was a lime pit, steaming with layers of bubbles and mist. The lime burned his skin, causing a searing, fiery pain. At that moment, Lord Lei's entire skin was scorched, split open and raw, and his eyes, burned by lime, had turned into panda eyes. "Giggle! Giggle!" Chen Yuting laughed joyfully, and with a bright tone, she breathed out a single word: "Great!" The onlookers clapped and cheered, shouting loudly, "Well deserved! Well deserved!" Many of them had clearly been mistreated by Lord Lei, and now seeing him thoroughly humbled, burst into hearty laughter. One person hurled a large clump of cow manure at him. "Phew! Phew!" The manure filled Lord Lei's mouth, which he naturally expelled as he roared, "Who did this? Who did this?" He shouted, yet his eyes were blind, like a bear cub bellowing wildly. "How could we tolerate someone who has done so many wrongs and no good deeds at all!" Many of those he had wronged now laughed with genuine relief and pride. The henchmen of Lord Lei, who used to rely on his prestige to bully others, now, seeing him subdued by a man who had once been regarded as a deity, dared not act with arrogance. Only after everyone had dispersed did they dare to reach out and grasp Lord Lei's hand. This time, due to having remained submerged in the lime pit for too long, Lord Lei's entire body was covered with small patches of skin resembling copper coins, his head scorched to a fine ruin, and his eyes partially blind. The scene then shifted to Gao Liang and Chen Yuting. Chen Yuting was pulled firmly by Gao Liang's strong, powerful hands, and they both flew toward a single destination. Teleportation! Gao Liang had now become a deity, capable of freely traversing time and space. Soon, when Chen Yuting opened her eyes, she found herself drifting downward. Looking down, she gasped! Below lay a series of towering skyscrapers. Wait—how familiar! Oh! It was the Jingdu City! Her career had always been centered in Jingdu City. What surprised Chen Yuting most was that Gao Liang had taken her and flown diagonally toward one of the skyscrapers. Good thing—the speed of their flight had been so swift that they had nearly collided with the lightning rod atop the building. Yet, our highlights could skillfully avoid obstacles, using their spiritual strength to control the direction of their leap. With a soft *crash*, they soared toward a specific window on a certain floor of a building. When Chen Yuting landed and opened her eyes, she was utterly astonished. The interior furnishings were so familiar—ah, wasn't that office desk her own? There was even her work report on it! And that comfortable armchair—so familiar too! Oh, it was the very one she had always sat in. Back home! Back to the Jingzhou City Dream Zhu Hotel! How quickly! Chen Yuting was thrilled. In her heart, she had actually longed for her home—the Dream Zhu Hotel in Jingzhou—never expecting her husband to bring her back. Checking the time, from the moment High Light lifted her above the Hanhai City, to this very spot, it had only taken ten seconds and three hundredths. "Brrr!" Chen Yuting gently bestowed a warm kiss upon our High Light, melting him completely with the warmth of the third wife's embrace. Ms. Chen Yuting's general manager's office is actually quite warm and romantic. A crystal chandelier hangs above the ceiling, dazzling in its brilliance. On the walls, elegant hand-painted artworks are displayed on the tiles. Upon a quick, bright scan, a surprising discovery emerges: all the paintings are hand-drawn, and remarkably, each one is a self-portrait of the same person. "Yuting! Did you draw these yourself?" asked Gao Huang. Chen Yuting blushed, yet nodded shyly. Gao Huang said, "Let's draw together. Remember, each of us draws our own—don't look at the other's work until we're finished! Then, we'll share and discuss. How does that sound?" Chen Yuting laid out the drawing materials, while Gao Huang closed his eyes, continuously moving his brush. Meanwhile, Chen Yuting herself skillfully manipulated her brush on the other side. Soon, vivid and lifelike scenes emerged from both of their hands. What was astonishing was that the two had independently created the same scene—a view of Gao Huang flying with Chen Yuting through the sky. "Looks like!" "We're always in sync!" Gao Huang laughed. Chen Yuting, however, kept her eyes closed, her face expressing a huge exclamation of wonder: "Husband! I feel so blessed!" Gradually, their lips began to draw closer.