On closer inspection, wow! It was Wu, the soft-spoken member of Fenghuo Hall, leading a group of brothers who had arrived. Each of them held a gleaming rifle aimed at the backs of more than a dozen black staff members, swiftly subduing them. These brothers were well-trained, having undergone exceptional conditioning under Gao Liang's guidance, and had achieved an unprecedented level of combat effectiveness, capable of executing specialized missions under special circumstances. Despite the stringent security measures at Lu Kebeir's film and television studio base, they managed to scale the outer walls and evade patrols by security personnel, successfully infiltrating the premises. Several white staff members had even been so startled that they wet their pants. Lu Kebeir himself was now trembling with fear, desperately trying to escape. Wu turned to Gao Liang and said, "Boss! This one's mine!" Then, drawing his bow and arrow from his side, he launched a powerful shot. At a distance of over a hundred meters, a figure gasped and collapsed. The white and black attendees all became obedient, bowing in unison before Gao Liang and Dong Jiao. They knelt down, heads bowed like pressing garlic, pleading for mercy. Gao Liang turned to the soft-spoken Wu and said, "We must disable their martial arts skills—otherwise, they might injure people again!" "Right, boss!" On the spot, the brothers of Fenghuo Hall used their Western swords to pierce the erector spines of the victims, severing their meridians and thus rendering their martial arts abilities useless. At the same time, all weapons—including guns, ammunition, Western swords, and electric batons—were confiscated. "Good morning, Madam!" The brothers of Fenghuo Hall immediately knelt before Dong Jiao, offering their deepest bows. Dong Jiao, hailed as "Madam Second Wife" by the crowd, blushed deeply, though she was genuinely delighted. She promptly said to the brothers, "You've all done well!" "Not at all, Madam Second Wife—please get into the sedan chair!" Wu had indeed been thoughtful, bringing a floral sedan chair. As Dong Jiao stepped in and What on earth are you up to?! Why are you making me get on the bridal sedan? "Hehe! Big brother! When you're in a good mood, don't forget to treat us brothers with sweet wedding candies!" Wu, the soft-spoken one, is getting more and more cunning—Gao Huang has no idea what he's planning. Gao Huang was forced onto the bridal sedan, invited by Dong Jiao. The two of them sat inside, surrounded and escorted by their brothers, as the sedan moved gracefully forward. The sedan was spacious—featuring a bed, two chairs, and a table—making it feel like a mobile, cozy room. It also came equipped with color-changing glass: from inside, they could clearly enjoy the scenery outside, while from outside, everything inside remained completely invisible. How romantic! Dong Jiao noticed that the large floral sedan was not being carried by the brothers from Longfeng Hall, but rather, it resembled the grand parade vehicle used during China's 60th National Day celebrations. The brothers formed a protective guard around and along the sides of the sedan, playing musical instruments and blowing horns. A dragon and a phoenix adorned the front and back of the sedan, with large "double happiness" characters displayed prominently—symbolizing harmony and joy, a celebration even more vibrant than a wedding. The music and festivities continued below. Lively cannon fire was also launched, drawing many American citizens to stop and watch. They all raised their thumbs in admiration, exclaiming, "Outstanding! So magnificent! A true Chinese wedding!" The fireworks burst into the sky, blossoming into beautiful floral patterns above the two of them. The cannons roared in unison, composing a symphony of celebration. "Wishing the eldest and the second lady of the house a lifetime of harmony and happiness—true love, finally united!" This was the voice of the brothers from Longfeng Hall. "Second lady! Hurry! Bring us the wedding candies!" "Eldest! Quickly! Throw the candies!" "I want red envelopes!" "...The voices of these brothers were so touching that Dong Jiao and Gao Liang were deeply moved. No candy! No red envelopes! What should they do? Dong Jiao, this beautiful celebrity, looked at Gao Liang with wide, earnest eyes. Gao Liang, after all, was someone who knew how to handle things. He said, 'Honey! Come with me! Let's create something special together!' It was indeed time to properly reward these brothers. Gao Liang was now quite wealthy—his collection of cards numbered no less than fifty. Dong Jiao, by chance, checked them and was stunned: each card carried at least twenty thousand US dollars. Fifty cards meant a minimum of ten million US dollars. Though a bit of a pity, Gao Liang beamed and said, 'Quick! Scatter these cards!' By then, Dong Jiao had no more hesitation. After all, it wasn't for these brothers' efforts that she and her husband had become so romantic. So, she raised the fifty bank cards high and addressed the brothers gathered in the Wind and Fire Hall: 'Thank you all for your hard work! Here's your reward—everyone gets a share!' "As she spoke, she showered the brothers with blessings, just like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers. Each brother received a packet, held it with delight, and danced and clapped joyfully. "What a generous red envelope! So wonderful! The second lady of the household is truly generous!" "Wishing the second lady long-lasting health and beauty!" "May the second lady and our eldest brother remain forever united—prosperous and harmonious, growing together like branches of the same tree!"... Dong Jiao was deeply touched by the heartfelt wishes from her colleagues at the Fenghuo Hall. Meanwhile, Gao Liang was swiftly preparing the wedding candies. Dong Jiao also joined in. Gao Liang asked Dong Jiao to blend the existing mint and cotton candies together, while he himself pulled out the Da Huan Dan from the temple of Shaolin, grinding it into a fine powder. Then, the couple blended this powder with the two types of candies once again. After shaping the mixture into square forms, Dong Jiao carefully cut it into one-hundred small pieces. Gao Liang wrapped each piece in high-quality sugar paper, bearing the words "I wish to become a god." Soon, the couple happily tossed the sweet candies downward. Gao Zhao said, "All these are masterfully crafted by the second lady! They're all gifts bestowed by the second lady!" Dong Jiao added, "There are plenty of good things from the eldest son—eating them will surely keep you healthy and strong!" The brothers took the candies, each trying a bite, but all frowned, finding them quite bitter. "There's the Great Revitalizing Pill inside!" Gao Zhao smiled. Immediately, the brothers began to cheerfully eat them, praising them enthusiastically: "Wow! We feel stronger now—just like drinking Red Bull! So energized and refreshing!" There were still fifty candies left, which Gao Zhao and Dong Jiao tossed to some pedestrians who had been following the procession and continuously offering their congratulations. It was truly strange—some patients who had previously suffered from illness, even those who regularly received injections, medications, or had been hospitalized without ever feeling well, suddenly felt better and recovered just by eating these special candies. "A miraculous medicine!" "A miracle drug!" The news spread rapidly in New York, reaching the ears of many who believed it was simply a blessing brought by the couple's wedding joy—by eating wedding candy and securing good fortune. The decorated procession moved through the city's major streets, becoming a striking sight in New York. Although Dong Jiao had been in New York for three months, her journey had been consistently hindered by various challenges, and she had never fully explored this internationally renowned city of skyscrapers. Now, seated inside the carriage, she enjoyed the city with her beloved. Gao Liang deeply cherished his second wife. The carriage featured a kitchenette, where Gao Liang prepared French cuisine for Dong Jiao. Dong Jiao's favorite dishes—French baked salmon, potato purée, Bordeaux wine, foie gras tart, French steak, seared foie gras, strawberry-cucumber salad, French-styled pan-seared liver, French quiche, chicken salad, creamy beef soup, curry cheese French bread, tomato-braised beef, French-style roasted potatoes, Paris cabbage, French onion soup, coconut pudding, mung bean toast, multi-herb fish soup, five-color salad, asparagus soup, red-hued cucumber, milk-infused seaweed, shallot curry bread, and fresh mushroom potato salad—were served one after another, showcasing an exceptional variety and exquisite craftsmanship, something truly rare for Dong Jiao. Meanwhile, the meal beside her at the table consisted entirely of fast food: hamburgers, grilled beef, steaks, ham, sandwiches, KFC chicken, fried potato wedges, baked pastries, ice cream, and various carbonated beverages. Compared to her own carefully curated meal, her husband's choice was clearly American fast food. Dong Jiao felt deeply touched. His husband was the head chef, dedicating thirty minutes to his elaborate menu, while spending less than five minutes on fast food. "You're hungry! You've been getting thinner these days! Pay attention and eat more!" His warm words resonated deeply as Dong Jiao savoring the seared foie gras, the rich aroma filling her senses, and she found herself unexpectedly shedding tears of happiness. Meanwhile, Gao Liang was chewing on his hamburger and sipping a few sips of carbonated drink. Life was simply that—simple. For Gao Liang, eating wasn't particularly important, yet he had been consistently learning to cook, so that the women around him could enjoy fine meals.