How could he let Dong Mengyao fully grasp his intentions? Right away, he shifted from gloomy to cheerful, making a complete 180-degree turn, saying, "Stupid sister! What could I possibly have on my mind? As long as you can give me a reason to draw, I’ll try!" Dong Mengyao still felt energized and excited, her face glowing with joy, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. She kept her gaze fixed on the lucky big wheel that had brought her such a delightful surprise, hesitating to speak. High亮, such a clever man, surely knew exactly what was going on in Dong Mengyao’s heart—so he said, "Which prize does my sister value most? I’ll make sure to secure it for you!" "Really? I’d like…" Dong Mengyao stared in anticipation at the grand prize section on the lucky wheel. "The Lenovo laptop!" High亮 followed her gaze and immediately guessed correctly. "Ah, you truly know me best!" Dong Mengyao felt genuinely pleased that High亮 had so clearly understood her intentions. "If I win, how should you thank me?" Unexpectedly, Gao Huang directly stated the condition under which he would win. "Me, me,..." Dong Mengyao didn't know exactly how to thank her brother, and found herself at a loss for words. "All right! Brother, this is just a joke—should I actually win, then you'll be my sister, and I'll give you something!" Seeing the lovely young sister before her, Gao Huang didn't really press her. After all, he knew today's purpose was simply to bring Dong Mengyao joy, with no other intentions. "But will I actually win?" Dong Mengyao knew it was quite difficult to secure the prize she truly desired, so she wasn't entirely convinced. "I can't be certain either. I've never won a prize myself—just like you. Let's see who has better luck today!" Gao Huang's calm demeanor gave Dong Mengyao great reassurance. "Haha!" Dong Mengyao smiled. "Hehe!" "Highlight smiled. Time for the drawing of lots! Under everyone's attentive gaze, Highlight stepped onto the stage. 'Wow! So handsome! The prince has arrived!' A beautiful girl in the crowd gasped in excitement. 'She was a beauty just a moment ago—now she's a real gentleman! Is this a drawing of lots or a talent show?' 'Amazing! Amazing! What great luck today—on the Seventh Day of the Seventh Festival, both beauties and handsome men are making their appearance!' 'Didn't come all this way for nothing! Today's drawing is actually a live performance!' 'The couple looks perfectly matched—I wonder who among them will have better luck?' 'If both of them are lucky, I think fate itself is bringing them together!' 'This is truly a show worth watching—I've brought a chair to sit and enjoy it!'... The conversations surged one after another. Dong Mengyao, holding her elegant MP5, felt her excitement turning into a touch of bashfulness. Indeed—what a coincidence! Today was the Seventh Day of the Seventh Festival, a day of great significance for couples, China's Valentine's Day. This truly seems to be heaven's plan, bringing me and Liang brother together. Whenever I think of my own brother, I feel happy and shy—how kind he has been to me! Recently, it's all thanks to his constant care and attention. From every perspective, such a brother is truly rare. To meet someone so wonderful—what a blessing! That day, when I was feeling emotionally hollow, I almost crossed the line with my brother on QQ. But that can't be entirely blamed on her—my own loneliness was overwhelming. I craved companionship, and my online chat conversations felt awkward, becoming increasingly intimate. I'd even said I'd go back now to tidy up—how I didn't want to wait for him every day after work! He's currently at work, isn't he? Isn't it obvious that he's being tempted to commit a crime back home? When he returns and gently holds me close, I find myself completely helpless—my mind goes blank, my breathing becomes labored, and my heart seems to stop beating entirely. Fortunately, Auntie's phone call interrupted me. If it hadn't been for her, I really didn't know what might have happened—perhaps, in a moment of impulse, I'd have become his wife without even realizing it, and he would have become my first true man. But is this outstanding man truly my destined match? I'm going to make a bet on myself: if Brother Li is truly meant to be with me, and he manages to draw the Lenovo laptop I've long admired, then, as everyone says, "When both people are lucky, I believe fate is bringing them together!" Is it really fate that's bringing us together? The concept of destiny comes and goes so swiftly—when, on this special day, the Chinese Valentine's Day of the Qixi Festival, it arrives, I will surely seize the opportunity and boldly pursue my true love! Although the chances were slim, such slim chances precisely demonstrated that good fortune had indeed come their way. It was as if they had just drawn tickets—why hadn't many others drawn a truly exciting prize? That could only mean others weren't as lucky. Yet here, by chance, I had drawn a prize that thrilled me—the MP5. This clearly showed that my luck today was exceptional. Now, let me check out Gao Liang's fortune today. As Dong Mengyao thought this, she lifted her head and focused intently on Xiao Long's every move on stage. Gao Liang noticed Dong Mengyao's expectant gaze and understood its weight. Though he had achieved fame, status, and honors, and though a laptop computer no longer held much appeal for him, it carried the same allure for his beautiful and endearing younger sister—like a delicious beef and bone stew longed for during a time of hunger. As a brother, he felt it was his duty to make his sister happy and fulfill her expectations. But could he actually win this biggest prize? Hikaru hesitated, yet then felt at ease—as long as he gave his best, he wouldn’t regret it. Many things in life can’t be forced, but one must always try their best. With this thought in mind, he felt more relaxed. The previous time, in Japan’s Japanese Town in San Francisco, he and his wife, Miki, had played a similar lucky wheel game, deciphering the winning secret using the "Lucky Code," and had won the top prize on Valentine’s Day in Japan. Now, today is the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival, in a coastal Chinese city. Hikaru smiled, because this time he didn’t want to rely on the "Lucky Code" anymore. He wanted to focus solely, to be fully dedicated, to be his very best—never forcing things, but simply giving his best. Today’s drawing wasn’t particularly difficult either. As long as he stayed mindful and, with confidence, held firmly to himself, he would succeed. Gao Liang smiled warmly at this lucky big wheel, and with a natural motion of his hand, the pointer began to spin smoothly. I believe! I can do it! Gao Liang watched the pointer moving steadily, one notch at a time,滴滴答答, drawing the hearts of everyone present. All eyes were on him, wondering whether this handsome young man could actually win a prize, and how fortunate his luck truly was. Dong Mengyao’s expression grew serious. Though she had been cheerful earlier, this time she treated the drawing of prizes as a bet—whether this brother was indeed her destined life partner, the boy she had dreamed of for the Qixi Festival, would he finally appear? The pointer slowed down gradually, then came to a halt, yet it remained uncertain which sector it had settled on—only the outcome would reveal that. Gao Liang felt full of confidence, as though an endless strength surged within him, a power emanating from deep within his very soul, oh! His heart seemed to beat—nothing extraordinary there. What mattered was that the rhythm had changed, now matching the pointer’s slow descent from fast to slow, slow, slow, slow. He watched the pointer, glowing faintly as if about to stop, and silently urged it on in his mind. Miraculously, the pointer responded, slowing down even more. Since this was the section for several major prizes, it was now approaching the grand prize. "Stop!" came Hengliang’s confident voice, and everyone, eyes wide, focused intently on the pointer. Oh, what a miracle! It stopped exactly as he said—precise, powerful, authoritative. Dong Mengyao was stunned. The destined one had truly arrived. She couldn’t help but feel as though she were dreaming—Hengliang was truly, truly… The pointer of the Lucky Wheel had never been so responsive, responding so perfectly to Hengliang’s heartbeat. Oh, Hengliang! Your performance today was outstanding! The heavens have been so kind. You've not only drawn the laptop I've long admired, but also drawn me—while I've drawn you.