"Pfuh!" Chen Yuting laughed heartily, punching Gao Liang gently with her small pink fist and saying, "Husband! If I truly am the goddess of Eastern Venus, where do Ying, Ping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Die fit in?" "Ah, this?" Gao Liang smiled, leaning close to Chen Yuting's ear and saying, "You're exactly that—no exaggeration!" He added, "In my heart, you'll always be my goddess of Venus!" Hearing the last words, Chen Yuting found her tears flowing uncontrollably. She never imagined that Gao Liang loved her so deeply—love that reached the very core of his being. "Husband! From now on, and for all the years to come, I will always be your woman. I love you!" Chen Yuting's love for Gao Liang was just as deep and enduring as Gao Liang's love for her. Moved by this profound love, the two of them kissed again—this time, more passionately than ever. It was utterly brilliant, passionate, deeply bonded, as if destined to be together—like fish finding their element, like two souls perfectly intertwined. The God of Light and the Goddess of the East, truly merging into one. The divine glow of grace poured over Chen Yuting all night long, a single beam of sunlight gently touching her sleeping form. "Get up! Get up!" A sound like silver bells awakened Gao Liang. Gao Liang rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around—wow, the sun had already climbed all the way to the peak of the sky. He checked his Swiss Royal Timepiece—the hour hand precisely pointed to 8 a.m. Where was Chen Yuting? She had personally brought over a simple French breakfast, the kind of breakfast French people enjoy—nothing fancy, just a long roll and a cup of coffee. "Husband! Eat it while it's hot!" She said, then gently handed him the long roll. Gaoliang took it, tasted a bite, and immediately sensed a distinct flavor—yes, the very one beloved by everyone at our Zhonghua Guomeng Hotel, the traditional Chinese-style bread. Chen Yuting is a truly accomplished culinary artist, a top-tier beauty chef who masterfully blends the French long-loaf technique with our Chinese bread-making methods to create a harmonious, culturally resonant composite bread. Gaoliang immediately expressed his high praise and turned to Chen Yuting, saying, "Honey, come over here!" Chen Yuting approached and noticed that Gaoliang wanted her to sit on his knees. She did so, and Gaoliang gently placed the bread into her mouth. Thus, one bite for you, one for me—pure happiness. Though it was merely a delicious loaf of bread, sharing it together made the moment truly extraordinary. Chen Yuting offered her hot coffee to Gao Huang, personally having him take a sip. Gao Huang found the coffee wasn't as acidic or bitter as he had expected. Previously, while walking through the streets of Paris, he noticed that the French breakfast was actually quite simple—so simple that it could almost be overlooked. A long roll of bread and a cup of hot coffee usually sufficed. Gao Huang had always found the French attitude toward coffee to be casual and unsatisfactory. French coffee, in his view, was simply disappointing. It was puzzling that there were so many cafés throughout France, with a considerable number of people drinking coffee, yet the quality of the coffee itself remained rare. French coffee seemed to combine all the common flaws of coffee: acidity, bitterness, and overly long roasting times. What was remarkable was that he had never heard any complaints from customers. Gao Huang assumed that perhaps the café-goers were more romantic, valuing the ambiance over the beverage itself. If one observed the French approach to breakfast, one might conclude that they were generally relaxed and romantic in nature. Highlighted happily sipping the coffee specially crafted by Chen Yuting, a coffee that Chen herself prepared in a unique way—blending Chinese cheese and French coffee, then adding a touch of Chinese soy milk—resulting in a truly excellent cup. The flavor was rich and smooth, with a lingering sweetness, a subtle tang, and a gentle sweetness, and a slight bitterness that left a lasting aftertaste. After a thoughtful sip, Highlighted nodded, "Excellent! Wife! Your culinary skills are truly impressive. I propose—let’s promote these two items throughout my group, Divine Cuisine Group, as part of a breakfast revolution that’s both simple and nutritious. What a wonderful idea!" "Thank you so much, husband!" Chen Yuting was both surprised and delighted. "I’m confident this new breakfast will reach our urban office workers across the Chinese nation!" Both nodded in agreement, sharing a long French baguette and a distinctive cup of coffee, laughing and chatting together. After dinner, both of them felt delighted. Suddenly, a line of text appeared in Gao Liang's mind: "Husband! Where are you?" Gao Liang felt a subtle, lingering pain in his head—Ying'er's brainwave consciousness. He immediately replied, "Wife! Where are you?" Ying'er did not respond right away. After a while, only a single emoji appeared—a symbol of sorrow. Gao Liang could clearly see that Ying'er must have encountered some danger. He promptly told Chen Yuting, "Wife! We need to go back now! Back to Saint-Michel Mountain!" Had it not been for Ying'er asking him where he was, Gao Liang might not have realized it was time to return to Saint-Michel Mountain. Chen Yuting nodded in agreement, saying, "Husband! We must hurry and go back!" Then, they prepared to leave the Palace of Versailles. As Highlight passed by the statue of the Victory, he glanced back and noticed that the goddess subtly turned her body—revealing that she too was a spirited and alive figure. The design of the sculpture is remarkably innovative: the base is shaped like a warship’s prow, and the goddess appears to have descended from the heavens, guiding the fleet with the wind at her back, breaking through waves and advancing forward—effectively conveying both the maritime setting and the theme of triumph. Though the goddess’s head and arms have been lost, she is still regarded as a masterpiece of artistic excellence by ancient Greek sculptors. From any viewing angle, the audience can clearly perceive and feel the goddess’s majestic, soaring posture, as if she were about to take flight. Her upper body slightly inclined forward, her robust and graceful form, and her powerful, expansive wings, vividly embody the strength and exhilaration of a triumphant hero returning in triumph. The sea breeze seems to blow directly toward her, subtly revealing the full, supple contours of the goddess's body through her thin garments, the texture and the intricately carved folds of the dress breathtaking. The composition is also highly successful: the flowing drapery and the outstretched wings form exceptionally smooth, fluid lines, while the wave-like contours of the legs and wings create a blunt-angled triangle that enhances the sense of forward motion. The artist demonstrates an exceptional artistic skill and expressiveness, endowing the lifeless stone with a vibrant vitality, so that viewers are moved to heartfelt admiration when encountering this masterful blend of realism and romanticism. This sculpture is so striking that the collector, the Louvre in Paris, has placed it alongside the sculpture *Aphrodite of Milos* and Da?