Gong Jiao had a strong, unyielding spirit from within, immediately responding, "I believe! As long as I want it, as long as I work hard—success is definitely within my reach!" "Excellent! Excellent!" David Borl clapped enthusiastically. In truth, David Borl didn't intend to truly become Gong Jiao's backer. He was simply interested in the second wife of Gao Liang. Getting Gao Liang's women into his bed would mean conquering Gao Liang. That was what David Borl thought to himself, with a sense of longing and desire. Gong Jiao felt truly helpless. Hearing David Borl's encouraging words, she nearly cried, turning to Heidi and saying, "Heidi! I will definitely surpass you!" Heidi still looked at her with disdain, mocking, "Then let's see how it turns out!" The Metropolitan Opera in New York was bustling and crowded. A Chinese-American friendly dance and music troupe from the People's Republic of China had been invited to perform there, and the Chairman of the Metropolitan Opera, Frock, personally welcomed and received them. Wang, the artistic director of the China National Opera House, is representing China with a strong ensemble of 56 outstanding performers on a visit and exchange program to New York. Highlighted in makeup, now dressed in the style of a security guard at the Metropolitan Opera, he's the very same person who once worked there. The three close friends, along with their colleagues from Fenghuo Hall, are on standby nearby at the Metropolitan Opera, ready to respond swiftly to the leader's call and carry out special assignments. On stage, a striking figure catches everyone's attention—when she lifts her mirror, the audience erupts in applause. It's Yu Di! It's her! She's here! High-lighted by this moment, Wang, now serving as a security guard, feels a surge of joy—because the Yu Di of today has changed so dramatically. This once-celebrated young beauty has grown even more graceful and poised. Not only has she become more beautiful, but more importantly, Yu Di has matured. If the rain butterfly of yesteryear was a fresh, slightly immature orange, then today's rain butterfly is a crisp, refreshing apricot—just one bite and you're instantly refreshed. The pure and elegant fourth lady of the household hadn't seen this graceful beauty in quite some time, and now she finds herself filled with many thoughts and reflections. It's not that she hasn't encountered beautiful women before—she has, in fact, seen countless beauties—so much so that she often feels indifferent to ordinary ones. Even though Daina is the public goddess of the entire United States, honestly speaking, Mr. Gao only feels admiration, not that deep, spontaneous emotional surge. He still prefers the pure, simple beauty of Chinese women. As he reflects, he suddenly feels something unusual in his nose—something rushing up—so he unconsciously wipes it with his hand. Oh! Nosebleed! He's actually had a nosebleed. It's been a long time since he's had one for a particular woman. These days, it's absolutely hectic. After finally getting my "Wish to Become a God" group rolling smoothly, I've been able to relax as a hands-off chairman, now even smoking cigars and living like a true deity. Yet, sitting daily with millions of dollars in assets feels quite lonely—what he truly needs is beautiful women by his side. Zhang Yuping, busy handling the affairs of my "Wish to Become a God" automotive group, has little time for intimate moments with her husband. Meanwhile, Chen Yuting, the third wife, is separated from him by the ocean—she's in New York, while he's in Beijing, China—making their love have to be quietly nurtured within. Where is Ying'er, exactly? High-light doesn't even know. In truth, High-light feels deeply lonely. He longs for the ordinary American families, who, unlike Chinese families who are always busy, manage to find time for leisure, no matter how hectic their schedules. A family goes strolling and playing in Central Park, New York, on weekends, yet at the most solitary moments, the person finds themselves surrounded by no beautiful woman by their side. "I want to become a god!" highlighted his inner roar. "Yes! Not only has the elder established himself as a king in business, accumulating wealth from all corners of the world, but he also aims to gather all the women he admires—especially those close to him!" As he was indulging in such thoughts, the stage lights brightened, and Yudi, under the applause of the audience, performed a piece from "The Legend of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai." With her violin in hand, she delivered a heartfelt performance. The melody flowed gracefully, instantly transporting all the audience into the atmosphere of traditional Chinese orchestral music, earning them阵阵 cheers. Yudi emerged truly radiant—unbelievable, she had instantly won the support of countless American citizens upon her debut, far exceeding her expectations. Heidi, seated in a corner, watched Yudi's dazzling presence and felt a growing sense of envy, as if her own flame of ambition were about to be extinguished. Heidi has connections—specifically, the billionaire Markson of the Morgan Group, with whom she has a personal affair, exchanging charm and beauty for financial and personal benefits. After establishing her fame, she hired numerous large, robust bodyguards. To her, these bodyguards serve two purposes: one is to protect her, and the other is to fulfill her personal needs. Markson, now elderly, finds it increasingly difficult to meet his growing physical demands. Thus, a bold idea emerges: hiring several strong, handsome young male bodyguards to address his needs—achieving a dual benefit. However, this move has already sparked gossip and rumors among the journalists. Yet Heidi remains indifferent. In the United States, where free speech is paramount, she is exceptionally skilled at creating publicity, even when it's unfavorable. She is a controversial celebrity—precisely because of the controversy, she gains fame more rapidly. Heidi has discovered a successful formula: "If everyone criticizes you, then you've succeeded!" "Unprincipled, lowly woman!" "Such a stylish, seductive little temptress!" That's what Markson, the magnate of the Morgan Corporation, often says when he's in the heat of passion with Heidi. He raises his hand, aiming it at the enchanting woman who's just been wildly passionate with him, and Heidi doesn't flinch—she proudly displays her alluring body before him, even urging him, "Hit me! Hit me!" But Markson's hand hovers in mid-air, stunned. He's been completely mesmerized by Heidi's beauty—her wet, lush core has overflowed with arousal. Without hesitation, he fully engulfs his rather worm-like erection into her. With a sultry tone, he tells her, "You can be as frivolous as you like—what I love is your flair, your spice!" Heidi, in turn, says to Markson, "Old Man Mark! You're getting older—I'm starting to think you're not up to it anymore!" And indeed, within just ten seconds, Markson's erection empties itself in a steady stream—right on cue. Premature ejaculation! It's Maxson's chronic flaw. Heidi dislikes men who have premature ejaculation—those who finish before even reaching the main part of the encounter. It feels dull, which only reinforces her determination to secure a few handsome male bodyguards as lovers. Maxson is constantly enchanted by the beauty of the younger, more frivolous women, even though he knows Heidi maintains a large roster of bodyguard lovers—he can only keep his eyes open and his mouth shut.