Not only did he block the large chopping blade, which spun through the air and then landed squarely on the back of another thug. "Ah! My goodness!" The thug's spine was severed, and he rolled around in agony on the ground. The glass bead had pierced the eye of the thug who had previously held the chopping blade, instantly dislodging the eyeball and spilling blood and tears. "Ah! Ah!" He clutched his eyes, wailing like a ghost in torment. The leader of the thugs pulled a trick. From his person, he produced a hand grenade and hurled it at Gao Liang when he was unprepared. Gao Liang's eyes were sharp as lightning; his experience had made him a true master. To ordinary men, even the most venomous tactics or deceptive maneuvers, were but mere clouds in his sight. Gao Liang immediately stepped aside and lowered his head, allowing the hand grenade to whizz past his head—only to find it struck Zhang Yuping instead. Unfortunate—Gao Liang now needed to use his risk control skills to alter the grenade's trajectory. Gao Liang was furious. These four thugs had to die! He now delivered his full strength. In his heart, he shouted: "Great Wind Element of nature! Hear my command! Extend now! Bearing: 60 degrees left tilt, 28 degrees right tilt!" As soon as he called out, six pale blue wind blades surged toward the hand grenade. Amidst Zhang Yупing's frantic screams of terror, the hand grenade—just half a meter away from her—was suddenly blown sideways by the wind and shot backward toward the window. "By heaven! What a close call!" Zhang Yупing gasped, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. This level of shock to her, the big wife, truly made Houang Liang feel like the heavens had been angered. With a firm twist of his mouth and a flip and clap of his palm, he sent a powerful gust of wind roaring forth. The five thugs, like five leaves caught in a strong breeze, were swept out the window. In mid-air, the following scene unfolded: the five men collided with one another and then struck the hand grenade. A massive explosion! With a thunderous roar, the hand grenade blew the five men to pieces. Zhang Yuping watched this dramatic scene and felt incredibly afraid. She looked at this man and was struck by his strength—she didn’t know why, but suddenly, she felt afraid of him. He wasn’t her husband. What was he doing here? Was he coming to take her money? Was he going to make advances…? Turns out, Zhang Yuping’s concerns were entirely unnecessary. Our Gao Liang simply went about his work quietly. He gently placed a Lingdan pill from the Shaolin Temple into Lin Yaomin’s unconscious mouth, then simply said to Zhang Yuping, “You’ve worked hard! Take good care of yourself—I’m leaving!” With that, he prepared to fly out the window. “Husband! Don’t go! Don’t leave me!” As Gao Liang was about to fly out the window, Zhang Yuping suddenly held him tightly around the waist. It turned out that Zhang Yuping had already recognized him from his familiar movements. Gao Liang didn’t turn around. He only said, “I’m not your husband. Let go.” Zhang Yuping weakly released her hands; she was softly weeping. Her husband had flown away—why hadn’t he stayed? Why? All Zhang Yuping had done these years was to revitalize her husband’s “I Want to Become a God” Group, to support his vision of building a world-renowned brand. She believed that if her husband no longer cared for her, then what was the point of living? Working, earning money—without love, without hope—living merely as a mechanical, lifeless shell would be more painful than death. It was better to simply die. With her teeth clenched, Zhang Yuping stood by the window, and as she closed her eyes, she began to jump downward. Suddenly, she felt a strong, firm embrace tightly holding her slender frame. The warmth of that embrace was so comforting, so familiar—it felt like home. She didn’t need to look back to know it was him. Zhang Yuping said, “Husband, why didn’t you let me die?” "You are my woman! I will make sure you live a full and happy life!" The voice was so firm, so confident, so deeply heartfelt. "Don't leave me, my husband! I'm so tired. Ping'er needs you so much. In truth, Ping'er doesn't care whether you're wealthy or not. Even if you have nothing, I can accept that. All Ping'er truly wants is for you to care for me, love me, and cherish me!" Honey, I fell from the sky—truly didn’t expect to land in San Francisco, nor did I imagine landing right in front of the brand-new A886 Cool model car at the entrance of my Yucheng Shen Automotive Group, nor did I anticipate that, back then, I was so confident that I convinced all the investors to withdraw their funding, thus preventing the collapse of the company. That move was just as the weather has been today—cloudy turning sunny. Yes, the weather brought by the economic crisis has been overcast, but I believe that with our own efforts, the skies will eventually clear. … June 25th, sunny. Honey, I’m so thrilled! After persistent efforts, my Yucheng Shen Automotive Group is finally turning the tide. I’ve adopted a flexible promotional strategy and achieved some solid results. After a week of relentless work, I’ve successfully secured three purchase contracts—an outcome that was utterly impossible under the current market downturn, yet now it has become a reality. I’m absolutely delighted, just as the weather today—clear, bright, and cloudless—my heart feels light and joyful too! I believe that my Yu Cheng Shen Group will surely rise again—rapidly, swiftly. What's an economic crisis? Winter has come; how far is spring then? June 26th, overcast and rainy. My husband has been dreaming all night long, dreaming of one person—me. My husband, where are you? Ping'er misses you so deeply; she longs for you. You are her spiritual pillar! Why have I been so diligently committed to my work, so fully dedicated to the development of my Yu Cheng Shen Automotive Group? Because I love you, my husband! To love you means to support the事业 you've built. Today the weather is poor—rainy and gloomy—she feels so lonely, so deeply in need of you by her side, even just for a single moment. Then she would feel truly happy. "..." High-light was moved to tears. How wonderful and devoted this big wife, Zhang Yu Ping, truly is! In the past, he had always been busy—how many evenings had he actually spent truly sharing life with her? How much she has given to him! The Cannes Film Festival in France, originally attracting visitors from all over the world, saw Gao Liang unexpectedly meet his wife Zhang Yurong—while Zhang had come to attend the festival, or specifically to learn about the awards for her film "Dreaming of the Red Chamber," which she directed. Unexpectedly, Gao Liang discovered that his wife had actually come to do business with the festival's organizing committee.