Huang highlighted the presentation in English, while Meiji provided real-time Japanese interpretation, earning enthusiastic applause from both American and Japanese attendees. Matsubara and Peter finally reached a consensus: Electronic Arts would enhance the existing game and design an American-style game reflecting Japanese characteristics. They first signed a memorandum of cooperation agreement, and after testing and public launch, if the game performed well, they would formally sign a cooperation contract to enter the Japanese market. After the meeting, Matsubara left with one final remark: "Peter, I want to see your company's newly designed game in about two weeks!" Peter, not to be outdone, replied, "Certainly! I'll definitely make it happen!" Only after Matsubara and his team had departed did Peter pull out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat on his face. Huang and Meiji both left, but Peter, as if clutching a lifeline, reached out to hold Huang's hand and said, "Huang, please stay—your team will be absolutely crucial to the new game!" "Really? Oh?" "Highlighted deliberately adopted a look of disdain and said, 'Peter, you're the CEO of the company! What are all those designers doing, then?' Peter looked deeply distressed and replied, 'All twelve experts have said—they're completely helpless.' 'Peter! I'm reminding you!' Highlight leaned in close to Peter, saying firmly, 'Don't even think about doing anything to my wife! If anything happens to her, I'll hold you personally accountable!' He then loudly declared in front of everyone, 'Did you hear that?' 'Yes, yes, I heard!' Peter stammered, clearly bowing to his needs and unable to resist. Dianmeng watched the scene unfold and once again admired Highlight with appreciation. Yet Highlight paid no attention to Dianmeng, simply taking Mei Ji and heading toward the Ferrari. Just then, someone remarked, 'Highlight is doing so well these days—word has it that he's become one of the top students at Stanford!' 'Indeed!' "He also married a Japanese girl who's as beautiful as a heavenly being!" one person added. "Look, isn't that his wife right there? Oh, wait—Gao Liang's original wife was Dai Mengna!" "Wow! Two wives—what a remarkable achievement!"... Hearing all these excited comments, Dai Mengna grew increasingly frustrated. Gao Liang hadn't even shown any interest in her yesterday, and hadn't even asked her to be his wife—something that had never happened before. After all, she had personally witnessed their wedding ceremony. He was her husband. So, without a word, she stormed up to the Ferrari. Gao Liang still acted as if he didn't recognize her, which only made Dai Mengna more angry. At this moment, she wasn't jealous of Mei Ji at all—Mei Ji's performance at the negotiation table had been truly outstanding. Even Peter was looking at her with a dazed, admiring gaze. How could any man resist such a beautiful woman? Gao Liang was a man, and he should be firmly held in her grasp. So, she turned to Gao Liang and said, "Husband, it's all my fault—I've been neglecting you lately! I've been busy with work and haven't come home to spend time with you. If you're truly upset, then I'll never go to the office again—I'll stay with you every single day! Whatever you want, I'll do—just as long as you like it. Will that be okay?" "Wow! It's been a long time since I heard the big wife being so sweet and affectionate!" Gao Liang's eyes instantly lit up. He looked at Dai Mengna beside him—so vibrant and radiant, completely different from her demeanor last night. This was the Dai Mengna he had always admired! Moved by her charm, he replied, "Wife! I've been really tired lately. I truly need you now!" At this moment, Daimonawa quietly tucked her head into the bright, flowing arm of Gaoang, who was driving. Gaoang, with his eyes fixed on the road, only focused on driving at first, but soon noticed the rich, intoxicating scent emanating from Daimonawa—her natural fragrance. It had been a long time since he last smelled such a delicate aroma; it instantly refreshed his spirit. As he became aware of the softness of his own chest, he realized that Daimonawa’s two round, firm breasts were gently pressing against him. Daimonawa’s alluring, deep crimson lips came into view, and Gaoang felt his heart stir—longing to kiss her. "Husband, let me drive!" The words from Meiji brought Gaoang great pleasure. What a wonderful wife she was! He yielded the driver’s seat, and Meiji took the wheel. Gaoang and Daimonawa continued passionately kissing on the spacious back seat. "Husband, why didn’t you want me yesterday? Did you think I was…?" After a flurry of passionate kisses, Daimonawa softly asked Gaoang. "Honey, I need you now!" At this moment, high lights' heart burned fiercely. He was frantic, desperately tearing at Dana's clothes. After a long period of suppressed longing, Dana finally needed to release it. "Ah!" Dana gasped, tears streaming down her face, as High Lights' thick member firmly entered her inviting depths. High Lights realized he had been too rough—this was evident from Dana's tearful expression. So, he gently kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes, lightly caressed her beautiful face, and said, "My dear wife, just listen. I'll make you happy." Then, with gentle pressure, he softly massaged her two RFs, rotating continuously while kissing along her earlobe and neck, causing Dana to softly hum. Soon, the flood of passion surged, and Gao Liang began to intensify his efforts, steadily increasing the pressure. Dai Mengna initially clenched her teeth, but found no pain—instead, a long-overdue sensation flowed through her body. She joyfully exclaimed, "Husband, faster, faster! Husband, push harder! Husband, I still want more..." Gao Liang launched a relentless assault, and under his mastery, Dai Mengna's hair became disheveled, her breathing rapid and uneven. Gao Liang watched his wife's face flush, blooming like a peach blossom, and grew even more tender. Together, they ascended toward a sacred peak, calling out in unison, "Ah! Ah!" A white fluid deeply penetrated Dai Mengna's body. She gradually collapsed onto the car, contentedly saying, "Husband, I'm going to die!" Gao Liang lay atop her, gasping for breath. All of this was visible to Meiji in her rearview mirror, and she too was stirred to a state of fluttering excitement, nearly losing her composure and accidentally steering the car wrong, almost colliding with an oncoming vehicle. Fortunately, Gaoqing reacted swiftly and corrected her steering, averting a potentially fatal accident. Gaoqing saw the blush spreading across Meiji's face and, with a mischievous smile, kissed her. "My little wife," he said, "after we get home, I'm going to treat you to a good, long ordeal!" "Go on, go on—you're so bad!" Meiji punched Gaoqing gently on the shoulder. They arrived home soon after. That night, Gaoqing felt particularly satisfied—having all three of them sharing one bed. Of course, he had hoped to make Meiji his official wife sooner, but Meiji had given the excuse that a wonderful opportunity had arrived, so the moment hadn't yet come. Gaoqing didn't mind at all. After all, with his exceptional, high-caliber wife, Daimon, right beside him, he was going to have to treat her well, too. That night, Dai Mengna's body was so bright with excitement that her back and legs ached, so she pleaded for mercy. "This is all because you've neglected attending to your husband's needs!" Highlight replied. "Husband, from now on, I'll never forget this! I'll take care of you every single day!" Dai Mengna's words brought Highlight immense satisfaction. Watching Dai Mengna happily lying in his arms while he himself embraced the charming Mei Ji, Highlight couldn't help but chuckle—this time, he truly felt fulfilled. With both wealth and beauty, and now two wives settled, he had both financial prosperity and romantic fortune. At Stanford University, a handsome young man, driving a Ferrari worth one million dollars, was taking two beautiful women around the wide main campus track, playing a real-life, real-car version of the game "Gran Turismo: Beyond the Limit," drawing the attention of faculty and students alike. "Wow! Highlight is absolutely stunning! So cool!" a Korean student exclaimed. "He even has two wives! What a fortune in romance!" "A Japanese guy was nearly drooling. 'Wow! Look! Look! The classic move from Granstream, the iconic 'high-speed highway racing'—now happening right on our campus!' an American guy clapped his hands and praised enthusiastically. ... Yet, some discordant voices emerged: 'Hey, what's so special about your highlight? Can your judo even compete with mine?' Upon looking, everyone saw Yamada glaring at Gao with disdain. 'Gao, your karate isn't even close to mine. One day, I'll knock you flat!' Tom spat out a stream of saliva, expressing his frustration.