It had been a long time since Ying'er used to call him out of bed. Gao Liang scrambled up, but didn't see her. Hey! Where did his wife go? Gao Liang checked the clock—it was already 8 a.m. He immediately rushed out of Ying'er's pavilion and headed toward a distant mountain. The silvery-gray stone path echoed with the rhythmic sound of his footsteps on the newly laid stones. Flowers and birds lined both sides of the path, and a gentle breeze swept through, refreshing Gao Liang's spirit. "Hurry up! Hurry up!" he called out, following the sound. To his surprise, he found Ying'er, waving her angel's wings and gliding gracefully ahead, about one hundred meters away. "Whoosh!" Gao Liang surged forward like a wild beast, speeding up. His pace was swift, like an arrow shot from a bow, and soon he caught up with her. Yet, Ying'er beamed and said, "No way! I still need to go faster!" She stretched her wings and soared upward, quickly flying another eight hundred meters ahead. Gao Liang was not daunted. He immediately redoubled his efforts and launched another charge. "Ah!" A roar shook the very earth, and the sound of Gao Liang's voice resonated throughout the cosmos, echoing across Eden. "Master is bursting forth! Master is bursting forth!" Ying'er's excited voice reached everyone. This time, Gao Liang surged with incredible speed. He unleashed all the energy within him, transforming into a "flying man," a "sky-flying man," his entire body soaring upward—taller, faster, stronger than Ying'er. Soon, he reached the summit of a mountain on the opposite side. Standing atop the golden peak of Eden, bathed in the bright morning sunlight, Gao Liang felt the stirring sentiment: "To stand at the summit and survey all the mountains below!" From this lofty vantage point, he looked down upon the mountains, filled with a sense of majestic and stirring power. One palace after another rose in the mountains, and Ying'er's residence was merely one among them, named Yongle Palace. Yet there were no fewer than one hundred other palaces, all empty and unoccupied. The palace where High Bright resided—Xiao Yao Palace—was the largest among the hundred, majestic and imposing, radiating a regal aura. High Bright's Xiao Yao Palace stood atop the newly ascended golden roof. As soon as High Bright appeared in the palace, the hundred attendants immediately knelt before him, chanting, "Long live the Martial King!" Without knowing when, Ying'er too had joined the crowd, kneeling before High Bright and offering her deepest bow, saying, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects." "Rise, my beloved wife! Rise, all of you!" High Bright gestured with both hands, and only then did Ying'er and the hundred attendants dare to rise. Gao Liang sat on the grand dais of Xiaoyao Palace, with attendants holding banana fans on either side, gently扇ing the breeze for him. As the fragrant air flowed over him, he felt his spirit growing increasingly clear and refreshed. True bliss and ease—this is the essence of Xiaoyao Palace! Living in Eden, away from the bustling distractions of the world, this is exactly the life he desires. To live happily with his wives and concubines here—this is precisely what he has always pursued. No, he wants to bring all his wives here to live a dreamlike life in Eden. Ying'er, a truly thoughtful and caring wife, was instantly crowned Empress by Gao Liang. In her Empress's robes, she addressed him with a proposal: "Your Majesty! I know you still think of your other sisters. Why not have you personally descend once more to the mortal world and invite them all here? Then we shall be a united family, living the life we truly desire. How do you find that?" "Ying'er! Only you truly understand me!" "You rest well here, and wait for me to bring them back—we'll live like this together!" After saying this, Gao Liang rose to leave. He called out, "Take care! I'll be back soon!" and then departed from Xiao Yao Palace. "Husband! Come back early!" Ying'er waved her small pink hand, standing on the balcony of Xiao Yao Palace, watching Gao Liang vanish into the distant heavens like a cloud heron. No one knows. International director Luc Bellet has assembled an exceptionally strong cast: two Hollywood stars—one is the action icon Brad, the other the controversial actress Heidi—and a Chinese beauty, Dong Jiao, who won the Best Actress award at the Cannes Film Festival. These four powerhouse talents form a formidable alliance. As filming begins, the production site buzzes with activity, as visitors from all over the world have flocked to the location, surrounding it so tightly that movement is nearly impossible. Global journalists have also poured in, closely following and reporting on the series "The Beautiful Woman Lost in New York, Season 2." The momentum of the coverage has completely overshadowed our "Money Empire: The Chaotic Blossom, Season 1" by the I Want to Become a God Film Group. "Hah! The director with the bushy mustache! At best, you're just a third-tier director! How can you possibly compete with our international heavyweights? You're simply overreaching! All this was just a haphazard arrangement by Gao Liang!" Such a strategic arrangement! Though it looks promising, he overlooked one crucial point—we are a powerhouse quartet, united in strength! We hold an absolute advantage in human resources, and we boast a strong social background as well! In the U.S., we have access to an abundance of resources—think of our sponsors, numbering over a hundred—and our proven ability to secure journalists' support, which has always been our key strength! Highlight, you're going to lose badly! Your dream of making it in Hollywood is now shattered! After securing widespread public support and acclaim through extensive media coverage of his film on U.S. television, international film director Luc Belin sipped a bottle of French Bordeaux, lounged on his sofa, and spoke with genuine pride. As he drank more, his body began to sway, and a warm, fiery sensation spread through him. The rooms on the left and right sides of the large director's suite were occupied by Heidi and Dong Jiao, while Brad's quarters were at the back—Luc Belin's carefully thought-out layout. Adjacent to Hedi and Dong Jiao's rooms, holes have been drilled into the walls, and Lucibel's little-known hobby is to secretly watch beautiful women take showers. Lucibel turns toward Dong Jiao's room and sees Dong Jiao beginning to undress—immediately, his eyes widen in awe. What a perfect Eastern beauty! During the day, Lucibel had directed her to undress in front of everyone. Yet Dong Jiao refused to comply. Unlike the glamorous Hedi, who was overly reserved, Dong Jiao was remarkably bold. Lucibel couldn't understand what secret lay within Dong Jiao's body that made her unwilling to undress in front of others, despite having offered her the most generous incentives. Now, he eagerly anticipates seeing what kind of beauty unfolds beneath her clothes. As he's mentally picturing the scene, the door to Dong Jiao's room is unexpectedly twisted open. Reaching out his head, Lukubeir saw—good heavens, it was Brad, his Hollywood action star hire. Brad was acting strangely, gazing openly at Dong Jiao, who had just shed her outer coat, and even drooling slightly. Dong Jiao was startled and quickly pulled the coat tightly over her chest, trying hard not to expose herself. In fact, Dong Jiao's most intimate areas remained fully covered, suggesting she was very conscious of her body and keenly aware of the need to protect herself from potential admirers. "Brad had never been turned down by a beautiful woman before—he was a superstar of action films across the entire United States, always admired and celebrated by countless women, both American and international. Today, however, he was rejected by an Eastern woman, and it left him deeply embarrassed. He kept saying, 'Ms. Dong! I simply can't understand! Who exactly do you love? But if even I, a man like me, can't win your heart, then I must say—there's probably no man on earth who could ever be your boyfriend!' Dong Jiao cried. She knew she wasn't happy in America, but for survival, she had to face each day with determination. After all, New York was heaven for the wealthy and hell for the poor—without money, life was impossible. So, to earn a living, she had to endure, hiding her discontent deep inside. Brad didn't return to his room. After being sent packing by Dong Jiao, he went straight to Heidi's room. This was what Luc贝尔 saw through the small opening leading to Heidi's room. As soon as they met, they went wild—like dry twigs meeting a blazing fire, a full-blown physical battle unfolded in Heidi's room. The director, Luc贝尔, was left with his eyes wide open. With a little wine in him, his heart surged with passionate excitement. He glanced toward Dong Jiao's room and saw the first-rate beauty beginning to enter the bathroom. Though he couldn't see what was happening inside, the sound of rushing water filled the room, and Luc贝尔's heart fluttered with anticipation. Damn it—never mind! It's already been exactly two weeks, and I still haven't managed to secure her. No matter how good the director is, I've navigated countless beauty standards—yet this Eastern beauty remains the one who slipped through my fingers. The true success of *The Beautiful Woman Lost in New York, Season Two* lies in awakening this reserved woman, making her lose herself in my arms.