Excitedly blowing her whistle and shouting, "A star! Our star has arrived!" The atmosphere was lively. "Madam Dong! Could you tell us what plans you have for your return to Kyoto City? For instance, will you continue with television dramas or move into music?" asked the reporter from Kyoto City Television. "Madam Dong! I'd like to ask you—your drama *Dreaming of the Red Chamber* has been a huge success in France and internationally, with many people expressing interest in a sequel. Would you be open to continuing in the lead role?" asked the reporter from Kyoto City Daily. "Madam Dong, I'd like to ask you a rather personal question—could you tell us who your current boyfriend is? Might I be bold enough to guess that he's one of our top executives from Yu Cheng Group?"... A flurry of questions poured in, reporters clinging to Madam Dong like stray dogs, while the large crowd of fans around her shouted enthusiastically, "Dong Jiao! Dong Jiao! We love you! We're so happy to welcome you back to Kyoto!" "Can I get your signature?" A fan, struggling hard to reach董姣, gently offered her a notebook and said so. Without answering any questions from the reporters,董姣 simply picked up her pen and signed it with lingering affection. The fans became enthusiastic, rushing forward in a continuous wave, more vigorous than the reporters themselves.董姣's personal safety soon became a concern. Among them, several admirers took advantage of the chaos to make their moves. Gao Huang remained calm. It had been a long time since he last saw董姣—during the time he had taken up residence at the Shaolin Temple as abbot, he had parted from her then. Calculating the time since, it had now been eight months since their last meeting.董姣 had grown even more beautiful and graceful than before. Her visit to France, this romantic country, had given her a blend of Eastern and Western beauty—one that could only be felt, not fully described. Gao Liang felt deeply satisfied knowing he had given Dong Jiao the freedom to develop her own space and live the life she desired. Over these eight months, he had never once disturbed her—only occasional updates reached him, informing him that Dong Jiao had become a major star in France. Gao Liang was confident in his decision. Indeed, Dong Jiao was special—her journey as a celebrity was long and promising. He could not be a hindrance to her; his role was simply to offer her even greater opportunities. To love someone didn’t necessarily mean to possess them—just that she was happy was enough. "Don’t disturb her," Gao Liang told himself. At this moment, however, Dong Jiao was in danger. A large, strong Black man, broad-shouldered and with a dark, charcoal-like complexion, slipped unnoticed and extended a powerful arm around Dong Jiao’s waist. Though Gao Liang was ten meters away and his view partially blocked by a crowd, his spiritual sight enabled him to see clearly through the people and perceive the man’s intrusive gesture. Dong Jiao carried a delicate pink wallet at her waist, but her full attention was focused on signing for her enthusiastic fans, so she hadn't noticed that her wallet had been noticed by someone. When the black man confidently reached out to snatch it, Houang Liang reacted instantly. He picked up a stone from the ground at random and, with calm composure, tossed it into the air. No one noticed Houang's movement—the crowd's attention was entirely on the star, Dong Jiao. The black man only needed a single second to pull the wallet from her waist, and precisely during that moment, it became his fatal blow. "Ah!" the black man cried out in pain. The stone had fallen just as the crowd surged, landing squarely on his vital spot—the Tianmen acupoint. The sharp pain caused him to immediately release his grip. The sudden cry of pain alerted Dong Jiao immediately, and she realized her wallet had narrowly escaped being stolen. The police officers who had been bringing in Black people took away the Black man, securing Dong Jiao's personal safety firmly. Gao Liang felt reassured and prepared to leave. Suddenly, a clear voice called out, "Wait a moment! I want to thank you!" Gao Liang didn't turn around—it was Dong Jiao's voice. Dong Jiao had unexpectedly realized that it was she who had saved him. Being attentive, she lifted her feet slightly and noticed only one person hurrying away. The others still gathered tightly around her, refusing to disperse. Dong Jiao judged that the person leaving was likely the one who had saved her. Yet, she only saw a figure in the distance and didn't see Gao Liang clearly. Of course, Gao Liang wouldn't turn—he didn't want his presence to disrupt Dong Jiao's daily life. This time, Gao Liang didn't go to Mengzhu Hotel. Instead, he headed straight for China Central Television. He thought, once he completed his on-site interview, he'd head straight to the "Angel of God" villa—the largest residence at Tianxiang Pavilion Waterfront Residential Area. To himself, a well-deserved break—haha! To live a free life as one truly desires—this is Gao Liang's ideal. In this bustling city, where material desires abound, where ambition clashes, where names are contested and interests concealed, where deception prevails and superiors are deceived, where life is dazzled by wealth and dreams fade—today, I seek nothing but a moment of stillness. "Without simplicity and detachment, one cannot clarify one's aspirations; without inner peace, one cannot achieve lasting goals!" This is a timeless saying by Zhuge Liang, which Gao Liang has made his personal motto. At this moment, the scene shifts to the 86th floor of the CCTV Headquarters Building in the heart of China. A program host, responsible for production, broadcasting, and hosting, turns to the General Manager and says, "General Manager! Our program is about to begin, yet where is Gao Director?" As he speaks, Gao Liang has already appeared in the crowd's view. Yet, no one recognizes him. The General Manager grows concerned—having coordinated with Gao Liang, why hasn't he arrived yet? At this moment, the General Manager dials Gao Liang's mobile phone. The phone emits a tone: "The number you've dialed is currently off the hook!" What to do now? The entire population of China had been eagerly anticipating this on-site interview! The Director's brows were furrowed tightly. The host stood motionless, as if stunned. "It's beginning!" said Gao Huang. "You—you're…?" The Director, upon seeing the young man dressed in casual attire, couldn't immediately place him. But when Gao Huang removed his hat, the Director jumped with joy, exclaiming, "Gao Dong! Good day! It's truly you! Wonderful! You've arrived just in time! If you hadn't come, we simply wouldn't have been able to meet our obligations to the nation!" The host also held Gao Huang in high regard, immediately turning to him and saying, "Gao Dong! It's an absolute privilege to meet you! I must apologize—though I've always been attentive, I simply failed to recognize you. I didn't see the mountain in front of me!" "Highlighted was calm, but when they mentioned 'Gao Dong, Gao Dong,' he felt a bit uncomfortable. He said directly to them, 'Here, there's no Gao Dong. I'm Gao Liang! Just call me Gao Liang!' 'That might not be quite appropriate,' the host and the director seemed clearly taken aback. Gao Liang smiled, already seated in the guest seat of the studio, and soon moved into the main topic.