After reading it, Gao Huang lowered his head, crouched down on the ground, and only after a while did he sigh, saying, "Without Madame Mengna, what's the point of Gao Zhizhi staying in the U.S.?" At that moment, he took out the mail from the mailbox outside the door. It was a FedEx package from China's Hanhai. He opened it quickly and found only two lines: Gao Huang, your mother is critically ill—return immediately! Upon hearing this, the word "Return to China" flashed into Gao Huang's mind. He remembered how his mother had raised him since childhood, finally supporting him through his studies at Hanhai University of Science and Technology. Mother Tang Xiaodie had always been a single woman, earning her living by working as a home caregiver for others. As for his father, Gao Huang himself had never known who he was. Every time he asked his mother, "Who is your father?" she would sigh, with a look of quiet resentment, saying, "Your father left on business the very day you were born. Since then, he has never returned home." For many years, Mother has been working as a homemaker to earn some money to cover her children's tuition, while also working part-time herself, and finally made it through her four years of university studies. Though the family has always been financially struggling, Gao Liang's character is quite different from that of typical children from poor families—he possesses a resilient determination that Mother deeply admires. She often says, "He truly resembles his father! If he really resembles his father, that would be truly remarkable." When Mother fell seriously ill, Gao Liang broke down in tears. In his heart, Mother is the most sacred person—he couldn't have achieved what he has today without her. In the Stanford Business School classroom, Gao Liang sat listlessly, while Mei Ji listened attentively. After Professor Owen had delivered a one-minute lecture, Gao Liang calmly walked to the podium and announced to everyone, "I'm leaving! Starting tomorrow, you'll no longer see me." "What? Everyone, including Professor Owen, widened their eyes, stunned by what they heard. Amidst the astonishment, Hengliang nodded and said, "Thank you all so much for your consistent cooperation and support these past weeks! I must admit, my performance as class president has been quite disappointing—please forgive me!" As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Owen enthusiastically exclaimed, "OK! OK!" with a look of approval, and displayed the three honor flags on the lectern to the entire class. The flags, with their red backgrounds and yellow text—bearing the titles 'Monthly Civilized Class,' 'Model Civilized Class,' and 'Outstanding Class Officer—Hengliang'—stood out vividly. In the applause, Professor Owen proudly said, "Hengliang, the school has asked you to organize a field trip next week. Please prepare a plan!" While everyone expressed their desire to keep him, Hengliang shook his head and pointed to a beautiful female student, saying, "Let her take over instead!" "After that, she added, 'Please give her your full support—just as you've supported me!' The words prompted a round of applause, and Mizuki was so moved her tears nearly spilled over. After saying this, Takahashi turned and walked away without looking back. Even when Professor Owen loudly tried to persuade him, he couldn't stay. Mizuki rushed to the classroom and intercepted him, determined to get answers. Takahashi remained calm and simply said, 'Take care of yourself!' Then he left. How could he just walk away like that, leaving nothing behind? Mizuki wasn't satisfied—this felt like the beginning of a romantic relationship. She remembered the words Snowmura had left her before he departed: 'Don't let go of the excellent men around you.' So, she intercepted him again, her eyes glistening with tears, asking, 'You really just leave me like this? Does that mean you don't like me at all?' 'I have to go back home—I'm going back to China!' Takahashi choked slightly. 'I'll go with you!' "Just as Mai was speaking, a voice came in: 'Oh! I thought you were truly enchanted by this yellow-haired pig. How could a beautiful Japanese woman of our stature go off and marry someone privately? If I tell your father about this, he'll be dead with rage!' High-light and Mai looked up to see Yamada arriving, accompanied by several Japanese students. High-light completely ignored the remark and kept walking, while Yamada and the students blocked his path. Yamada roared, 'Hit him hard! Make him pay!' Immediately, several Japanese students charged in like wolves, surrounding High-light. Yamada laughed heartily, 'I'm finally getting my revenge!' Yet, just three minutes later, the Japanese students were knocked to the ground, helpless, crying out in pain and distress, by High-light's Chinese martial arts skills. Yamada was completely stunned—how could High-light have become so strong? As he was still puzzled, Tom stepped in, launching a powerful karate attack straight at High-light's chest. When Mai shouted "Careful!" Tom's fist had already struck hard against Goto's chest. Goto covered his chest, stared fiercely at Tom, and said, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. But if they do, I will surely make them pay!" With that, he launched a mantis-style punch, drawing on all his strength, aiming precisely at Tom's opening. Tom cried out in pain, "Ah!" and collapsed to the ground, clutching his abdomen where the blow had landed, his face twisted with agony. This was a scene Mai had never seen before—she was amazed by Goto's Chinese martial arts skills. Mountfield lost his composure and launched his judo techniques, but Goto, agile and lively, managed to evade his attacks. Though Mountfield's judo was strong, Goto's Chinese martial arts training wasn't in vain. As he deflected Mountfield's successive assaults, Goto seized the moment and launched a decisive strike. Just as he prepared to make contact, Mountfield covered his head and a thin stream of blood seeped from between his fingers. Goto and Mai turned to see Chen Yudi arriving. She had long hair flowing down her shoulders, dressed in a taekwondo uniform, looking vibrant and energetic. Gao Liang gave a mysterious, graceful smile and said, "It seems I've just gained a beautiful bodyguard!" As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yudie asked, "Gao Liang, are you truly planning to return to China?" Gao Liang nodded. "Alright! I'll be returning to Korea soon as well. Don't forget—when you come to Korea, find me!" She then produced a refined card and handed it to Gao Liang, who didn't look at it but simply took it and tucked it into his coat pocket. Afterwards, Gao Liang turned to Yamada, who was bleeding from the head, and Tom, lying on the ground clutching his chest, and said, "Miyuki is the old man's wife. If I leave, and you two have any intentions toward her, the old man will come to settle everything between you right away!" Both Yamada and Tom quickly expressed their hesitation, saying they were absolutely afraid. After speaking, Gao Liang walked forward. Meiji stopped him, insisted on walking with him, but Gao Liang wouldn't listen—never turning his head, he only said, "Take care!" and then walked away. Meiji, tears in her eyes, watched Gao Liang fade from her sight. Chen Yudie took Meiji's hand and said, "He's going—there's nothing we can do to hold him." "If there's an opportunity, I'll go to China to find him," Meiji said softly. "Peter, you're not just being ruthless—you're picking the perfect moment to drive me into the ground! Old Li isn't easy to deal with!" Gao Liang said angrily. Peter smiled calmly and gave a拍拍 of his hands. A young secretary stepped forward with a document and said, "Mr. Gao, this is the contract you signed with our company when you joined. It stipulates that you must serve for five years before you can apply for resignation. Now, by submitting your resignation, you're breaching the agreement. According to the contract, your image rights and all recent earnings will be transferred to the company!" Gao Liang listened, nearly fainting, but the contract was real, so he had no choice but to say, "Then I'll take that Ferrari!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Gao. According to the contract, the Ferrari will truly belong to you only after five years of service," the secretary explained. "Then let me check how much money is in my salary account," Gao Liang said, his head now completely in a whirl. The secretary carefully reviewed a form, calculating on the computer, and after a while said, "Mr. Gao, your earnings are indeed substantial. However, this unplanned departure has caused significant losses to the company. According to the breach-of-contract terms, you now have only $1,000 left!"