At that time, my wife truly understood how to leverage my "god-like" brand appeal. Capitalizing on our peak momentum, she seized business opportunities and successfully launched my "God of the Road" automobiles into the European market. After gaining a foothold in the U.S., she didn't stop there—she continued pushing forward into Europe. According to her vision, the "God of the Road" automotive group developed one innovative vehicle after another, meeting the diverse demands of car enthusiasts around the world. This success was so impressive that, despite the economic crisis, investors, inspired by the wise and compelling leadership of my big wife Zhang Yuping, chose not to withdraw their investments at a critical moment—thus preserving the "God of the Road" automotive group. That was truly a remarkable achievement. Recently, Gao Liang has been following news and found that the "God of the Road" group has now incurred a loss of 3 billion yuan, with all its enterprises operating at a factual loss—yet Zhang Yuping alone has managed to revive the group. Zhang Yuping is truly capable. She is an indispensable woman—my "God of the Road" cannot thrive without her, and I, too, cannot do without her. Highlight said nothing, simply pulling his beloved woman's hand and heading out. Lin Yaomin, having taken Highlight's Shaolin tonic, had regained consciousness and was delighted to see his admired boss, Highlight, now sharing a moment with his beautiful supervisor. As Highlight passed by Lin Yaomin, he praised him: "Lin Yaomin, excellent! Keep up this performance—soon, I'll reward you handsomely!" "Thank you, Mr. Highlight!" Lin Yaomin bowed respectfully. By then, Highlight had already led Zhang Yuping to the entrance of the I Want to Become a God Automobile Group. Highlight drove the new A886 model, with Zhang Yuping seated in the passenger seat, asking her husband, "Husband, where are you taking me?" "You'll find out once we get there!" Highlight gave her a mysterious smile. Zhang Yuping felt so happy—she hadn't seen her husband's warm, familiar smile in a long time. Every night, she had dreamed of it, only to find it in her dreams. Now, it was real in their daily lives, and she was truly delighted. The car stopped quickly at the Victoria Hotel in San Francisco. "Wow! Is this really happening? Are you serious, husband?" Zhang Yупing was amazed, because the Victoria Hotel was San Francisco's most upscale and luxurious hotel—known for its exorbitant prices. It was said that just the room charge for one night amounted to $10,000. During this economic crisis, everyone was tightening their belts, and with Yuying Group's own $3 billion deficit, every expense had to be carefully managed or strictly budgeted. Yet here her husband was, suddenly taking her to a destination she had never dared to imagine. Gao Liang said nothing. He simply held her hand tightly, and Zhang Yупing felt deeply happy—though with so many people watching her, she felt a little shy. Soon, they arrived at a boutique clothing section. "Miss, what is your most expensive women's fashion line?" Gao Liang asked. "Mr. Gao, although the economy is currently sluggish, our store's finest collection is actually this one." The beautiful American lady, speaking fluent English, pointed to a very stylish women's outfit. "It's produced by the Royal Italian Fashion House. It's a limited edition, priced at $60,000." "I'm buying it!" Huang Liang declared immediately. "Husband! You're crazy! I don't want it!" Zhang Yeping couldn't believe it—her husband was taking her to buy such an expensive piece of clothing, $60,000! What a sum—during this economic crisis, that amount alone could cover a family of three in the U.S. for an entire year. With a more frugal lifestyle, it could even last two years. Moreover, given the current situation of her company, Yuning Group, this was nothing short of extravagant and irrational spending. In Zhang Yeping's view, extravagance was a crime. She firmly refused. Yet, once Huang Liang made up his mind, no amount of effort could change it. Though Zhang Yeping wouldn't wear it, Huang Liang didn't press her. He simply said, "Wife! Only you are worthy of wearing such noble attire." Unknowingly, Zhang Yuping began to cry. Her husband cared so deeply about her—well, then, she’d listen to him and wear this dress. "Wow! So stunning!" many people exclaimed. At just this moment, a particularly touching scene unfolded. An American man, appearing affluent, was smoking a cigarette, puffing and sipping as he went. Behind him stood his beloved, who, upon seeing Zhang Yuping dressed so elegantly, expressed deep admiration and longing, persistently urging the man to buy her something. The man enthusiastically agreed—yet when the service attendant clearly presented the high price, his face instantly changed, and he waved his hands vigorously, saying, "No! No! No! No! No! No!" Then, he hurriedly made his way away. Meanwhile, the woman grew increasingly frustrated, stomping her feet and exclaiming, "You're a fraud! You said anything I liked would be bought for me—now it seems all you care about is money! Well, then, let's just call it off!" And with that, she stormed off in a huff. The upscale guy puffed on his cigarette and said, "I've got just one obsession—money matters more to me than my very life!" Everyone was stunned by this statement. At that moment, Zhang Yuping asked Gao Liang, "Husband, what do you think money is?" Gao Liang chuckled and replied, "To me, money is just something external—something that comes with you when you're alive and goes with you when you're gone. As long as I'm happy, I spend it freely. In my heart, you're always more important than money!" "Husband, you're so wonderful!" Zhang Yuping was deeply touched. Gao Liang then took her to the restaurant for dinner, where they enjoyed fresh seafood, pastries, and a fine cup of coffee, while sipping on a bottle of French red wine together. Unconsciously, Zhang Yuping's cheeks turned rosy, becoming especially endearing. The restaurant was directly connected to Gao Liang's reserved luxury double room, Room 1808. Zhang Yuping was sensitive to wine, and due to her excitement, she wobbled slightly after drinking one glass. Highlight was very gentlemanly, gently supporting his wife's shoulders as they walked toward the bedroom. It was a luxurious five-star bedroom, fully equipped with facilities for bathing, sleeping, massage, fitness, and more. The lighting was soft and warm, a delicate pink hue, instantly making both Highlight and Zhang Yiping feel relaxed and at ease. After a thorough shower together, Zhang Yiping's wine-induced drowsiness lifted seven parts, while Highlight, feeling the burdens of the past few days washed away, felt even more handsome and poised. His beard had been trimmed, his glasses removed, revealing a refined and elegant face—indeed, more so than ever before. After all, Highlight had already been crowned the God of Light in the universe by the true God Yahweh, embodying the divine image—majestic, radiant, and effortlessly handsome. He wasn't just naturally charming; he truly had become the most stunning man in the world through consistent physical and spiritual cultivation, his physique now more perfect than ever.