The Donghai Bridge, spanning the northern waters of the Hangzhou Bay and connecting Binhai City to the Yangshan Deep-Water Port, embodies the creative concept of "the Long Rainbow of the East Sea," resembling a vibrant rainbow on China's eastern seaboard. The bridge's color scheme directly reflects its external appearance and personality, with white and light gray serving as the primary tones, ensuring harmony with its surroundings. Currently, the longest existing offshore cross-sea bridges worldwide measure only 16 kilometers, while the Donghai Bridge, with a total length of 32.5 kilometers, truly stands as a "World-Class Bridge." This bridge, blending sea and sky, encapsulates the essence of technological innovation. The construction of the Donghai Bridge lacked established offshore bridge construction specifications and technological standards, and through technological breakthroughs, engineers successfully resolved a series of challenges, including corrosion protection, prefabrication and lifting of ultra-large-volume concrete box girders, and precise pile driving using global satellite positioning systems. The bridge, blending sea and sky, has successfully undergone rigorous safety testing. Two main towers, standing 159 meters tall, rise majestically in the sea, forming a powerful "person" shape. The towers have set a new national record for large-volume concrete pouring at sea and have successfully withstood two major typhoons, "Dengfeng" and "Yunna." Supported by 192 extremely long steel cables, which act like strong arms, the towers lift the bridge deck. This is an outstanding bridge project, and as a Chinese, Gao feels profoundly proud and honored. "Dad! Mom! Look! There are so many wind turbines on the other side of the bridge—one after another—what a magnificent sight!" A familiar voice comes through. "Yes! Indeed! The pace of development along China's coastal areas is truly astonishing—it's even faster than Japan's!" A deep male voice responds. "That's right! When I came to the coastal city ten years ago, I didn't see much change back then!" A familiar middle-aged woman says. The Sallen S7 highlighted in the background was behind the Lexus IS300. He pulled out the photo of Sanshō Jirō provided by Nan Gong Yan for comparison, and was instantly stunned: My goodness! It's him! Dressed in a neat suit, with bright, lively eyes, he was praising the magnificent East China Bridge. At that moment, the familiar, clear, and pleasant female voice excitedly said, "Dad! I absolutely love this car! I can feel that the engine's power has been significantly enhanced after the repairs—what a wonderful surprise!" "Daughter," the middle-aged woman said gratefully, "when I went to pick up the car today, I kept asking who had done the repairs. But somehow, the skilled technician who had done the work had already left! That's truly a pity. If I could see this capable Chinese technician in person, I would personally thank him sincerely!" "Dad," the clear female voice asked carefully, "are we really going today?" "Yes." "The deep voice resonated again, pausing momentarily before adding, 'My dear daughter, Dad actually knows what you're thinking. This time, you've truly outwitted me—how cleverly you managed to make Dad feel sidelined!' 'Dad, please don't say any more! Mom will be upset with me!' the bright female voice cooed. 'Who would ever blame our precious little heart, though?' the middle-aged lady smiled, 'All Dad wanted was to secure a partnership in the coastal real estate development. You thought it would be easy, didn't you? Without shared interests, how could such a partnership have been reached? Dad felt that without someone persuasive and influential, the cooperation wouldn't have been possible.' 'Partnerships also depend on fate,' the deep voice echoed once more. 'Dad, but I'm leaving Binhai now. Heaven hasn't granted me that connection!' the bright voice sighed, expressing a sense of regret. They were all speaking Japanese. Gao Liang, having studied Japanese under his wife Meiji during his time at Stanford University in the U.S., understood most of it clearly. Seeing Meiji's expression of deep disappointment, he felt a surge of excitement: It was truly unexpected that Meiji, the daughter of Mr. Miyamoto, the president of Nintendo, Japan, was here—unexpectedly, he had encountered her—right at this special place—the Donghai Bridge. Did we have a connection, Gao Liang wondered. His heart was full of complex emotions; now, he didn't want to persuade Mr. Miyamoto anymore. Though deeply eager to see Meiji, whom he had longed for ever since, he managed to suppress his inner excitement at this very moment. The car slowed down, and at that moment, a four-wheel-drive vehicle sped up, rushing toward Meiji's Lexus IS300. Gao Liang reacted swiftly—just as his car passed by—he spotted a familiar figure. It was him. But wasn't he in the U.S.? How could I have ended up in China, here? Yamada—my longtime rival, just like Peter—has suddenly appeared at this very moment. What does he want? High-light saw Yamada's SUV speeding ahead, rapidly closing the gap on the Lexus IS300. The scene shifts to this shot: "Mikiko, promise me right in front of your uncles and aunts that you'll accept my proposal! Otherwise, my car will go down with yours!" Yamada smiled with genuine terror, making the threat. "You! Yamada, you're truly despicable! Coming up with such a dramatic proposal—how could you think of something so unkind? You're only making me more and more resentful!" Mikiko was so agitated her chest heaved. The way the young woman was angry was absolutely beautiful. Yamada stared at her, just two meters away, mesmerized by her chest, and daydreamed endlessly: "As long as I have you, I'll do anything!" "Enough! My father and I have been close friends for years. Are you mad? Have you forgotten that even now, you're trying to make me lose my daughter?" "Otono, I'm reminding you," said Mizuki's mother. "Yamada! I know you like Miki, but you have to truly move her with your sincerity! That's all you're doing—only that—" Mizuki's parents' words fell on deaf ears. Yamada sneered, saying, "Stop talking! I know my efforts have always been in vain—because Miki only sees that yellow pig!" "Enough! Yamada, don't you dare belittle him! He's far better than you!" Miki protested, looking at Yamada with disdain and a sense of righteous indignation. "Hah! Hah! This proves my approach is correct! I don't need to say any more—nothing I say will matter now. I just give you three seconds—will you marry me or not?" Yamada's facial muscles tightened into a dreadful knot. "Yamada, you can't do this!" Otono and his wife said together. "One, two…" Yamada ignored them, chuckled, and began counting. "Yamada, listen to me!" Don't hurt my parents! Please! Please don't hurt them!" To protect her parents from innocent harm, Meiko had to lower her dignity and plead desperately. Her pleading made Yamada laugh with genuine delight, saying, "I knew it would be like this! Then I wouldn't have gone through all this—yes, now, promise it! Say yes and marry me! I'm so eager—I've traveled from Japan to the U.S., then back to Japan, then again to China just for you. If you don't agree, we'll both go down together!" "Me! Me!" How difficult Meiko was feeling at this moment! Closing her eyes, Meiko cried out, "Heaven above! Why is it so unfair to me? As the daughter of the president of Nintendo, a true princess of the gaming world, why can't I be with the person I love? Why not? Does it truly seem that we have no fate in common?" "Hurry up! I can't wait anymore—I'm going to count again! One, two…" Yamada didn't have the patience to let Meiko reflect further. "Dad! Mom!" "I have no choice at all. For you all, my daughter can only weep..." Miyuki's tears streamed down her face. She never thought that just a moment ago, she had been happily watching the sea from the East China Sea Bridge, and now she felt as though she were being sentenced—to marry someone she didn't love. For a woman, nothing could be more like being sentenced. "Don't agree to it! You have the right to choose a life of your own happiness!" A familiar voice suddenly appeared beside Miyuki. Miyuki turned around and saw the man she had longed for—Gao Liang. She happily exclaimed, "Husband! You've arrived!" Gao Liang nodded, smiled politely to Mr. and Mrs. Miyuki, and said respectfully, "Good morning, Uncle and Aunt." Mr. and Mrs. Miyuki, seeing Gao Liang's handsome, dignified, and noble appearance, exchanged a pleased glance and silently thought, "Hui has good taste! He truly is a wonderful man!" Yamada was startled. Looking at Gao Liang, he was suddenly furious, "Gao Liang! I never thought you'd ruin my plans again!" "Yamada!" You're not sincere at all; you impose your will and make others suffer. You take away their happiness and rights. How selfish you are! Have you ever thought about Meiji's feelings?