The third "salty pig hand" man had already started to drip saliva, extending his hand with unabashed grace toward Dong Mengyao. Dong Mengyao and Gao Liang were some distance apart—Gao was walking ahead without looking back, leaving Dong feeling insecure. She quickly called out to Gao, who was over 30 meters ahead, "Wait for me! Please don't go so fast!" Gao paid her no attention, prompting Dong to grit her teeth and silently resent him repeatedly. If only she had known this would happen, she would have joined the Japan-China Kung Fu travel group instead—travelling with him has been nothing but a trial! He never gives a thought to my comfort! At that moment, the salty pig hand man finally reached out. Dong screamed, yet the unprincipled Japanese man remained bold, smiling seductively and saying, "Stop pretending to be pure—this is the kind of woman I see all the time. As soon as she takes off her clothes, she becomes completely obedient!" "You're so unseemly! You're a real rogue!" Dong shouted, but these words only caused the steady flow of people to pause for three seconds—after which, the flow resumed "Wow! So she's a Chinese girl! Great! I've always been interested in beautiful Chinese girls!" The suave man stared intently at Dong Mengyao's full breasts, his eyes narrowing to a thin slit. As he spoke, he reached out and casually ran his hand along the enticing curve of her buttocks. "You're absolutely shameless!" Dong Mengyao was furious—her breasts heaved up and down, her brows furrowed tightly, her teeth clenched, her feet stomped firmly, and her body trembled. At that very moment, another Japanese man with a full beard stepped forward, shouting at the suave man, "You're treating a Chinese girl like this? Apologize immediately! Apologize right away!" Upon seeing the bearded Japanese man, the suave man immediately bowed deeply and apologized, saying, "Mr. Yamada, I'm truly sorry. I'm truly sorry!" Yamada saved Dong Mengyao, which deeply moved her. At that moment, among the more than a dozen Japanese people following Gao Liang, one turned back and waved to Dong Mengyao, signaling for her to come over. Dong Mengyao thanked Yamada with a warm glance before turning toward Gao Liang's direction. Yamada watched Gao Liang's silhouette in the distance and muttered angrily, "Gao Liang, you've come to Japan—your time has finally come!" What exactly was going on? It turned out that when crossing the East China Sea Bridge, Gao Liang had knocked Yamada and his car into the sea. Though Yamada survived, he was rescued by a passing fishing boat. Upon returning to Japan, Yamada's first priority was to plan his revenge. Upon learning that Gao Liang was coming to Japan, he was overjoyed—this was truly a golden opportunity. He would not rest until personally eliminating Gao Liang. The well-groomed, pleasant Japanese man named Matsui was Gao Liang's Vice President in charge of the Tokyo office of the China Kung Fu game company, fully responsible for business development and sales of the China Kung Fu game in Japan The other staff members were junior employees who, upon hearing that the president was coming, immediately rushed to the airport to greet him. Matsui had originally intended to take Kōtō and Dong Mengyao to the Tokyo Ginza 1868 room, but Kōtō spoke to Matsui in Japanese, while Dong Mengyao couldn't understand a word. She realized how crucial it was to master a language when living abroad, and decided she would definitely start learning Japanese tomorrow. After leaving the Ginza, Kōtō didn't let Matsui follow—he took Dong Mengyao himself to a seaside rental apartment in Tokyo. This rental property was Matsui's family asset, and he also had a residence across the street where he occasionally stayed. "Wow! Brother Kōtō, this rental apartment is exactly like the seaside one!" Dong Mengyao felt right at home. Kōtō smiled and said, "Go rest early—I have to go out of town tomorrow. You can stay here." "But there's only one bed," Dong Mengyao's eyes widened in surprise. "As usual, I'll just sleep on the sofa behind the curtains!" This simple statement deeply touched Dong Mengyao. When Dong Mengyao woke up the next morning from her warm bed, she found Gao Liang had already left, leaving behind a note: there was the latest Tokyo map on the table, with Chinese annotations, and a Japanese language learning device—she could use it if she ever found it difficult to understand. Dong Mengyao plugged in her Lenovo premium notebook computer, connected it to the bedroom's network, and immediately went online with ease. She was delighted. Opening the official website and game of "Chinese Martial Arts," she noticed the interface had been switched to the Japanese version of the site, entirely in Japanese—she couldn't understand it at first. Ah, there was the learning device! How thoughtful Gao Liang was—so well-prepared for her! With the help of the learning device, Dong Mengyao gained a solid understanding of the Japanese version of the site. What a great experience! She hadn't expected that our country's games would be so popular in Japan too. "Huh!" How come the highlight is exactly the same as Bright Brother's name? Could it be that Bright Brother is the CEO of the game "China Kung Fu"? Is that really true? No, no—there are simply too many people with the same name in China. Bright Brother is merely a sales manager at Hǎobǐn City Hǎoshì Speed Automobile Co., Ltd. After browsing a few more websites, "Wow! So many job postings! It's actually possible to hire Chinese people! I've been looking for a job all along. Oh, right—I should try it! Otherwise, I'll get bored staying at home. Where is this company located? I'm not familiar with this place name—what a delight! Bright Brother has already placed the latest map right beside him. With this personal guide, he can now navigate Tokyo like a pro. High Light has been out for three days without returning, calling every evening to say he's busy and hoping Dream Yao will take care of herself. Dream Yao thinks: If you're busy, then I can't just sit idle. So she's been out every day—what she's doing, everyone will find out later. On the 18th floor of Ginza, Tokyo, is the office of the China Wushu Games Company's Tokyo branch. Gao Liang sits in the spacious executive office chair, addressing all Japanese employees: "For China Wushu Games to achieve greater success in the Japanese market, we must think bigger and reach further. This visit is all about inspiring you to excel in your current responsibilities! Matsui—reorganize the game R&D design team. Remove anyone who fails to deliver results, and retain those who perform well!" "Yes, President!" Matsui responds respectfully. "Also, after reviewing the latest financial reports over the past few months, I've noticed a concern—our loyal customers are shifting to Nintendo. Matsui, what exactly is going on here?" Gao Liang's fluent Japanese, delivered with questioning intensity, weighs heavily on Matsui's face. "President! I'd like to discuss this matter with you personally." After the meeting, Matsui and Gao held a private conversation. Upon learning the full details, Gao stood up abruptly and exclaimed, "Yamada! I didn't think you were dead yet! No matter how many tricks you come up with, you'll never outplay me! The old guard must reclaim their own Mei-ji!" So, these days, besides reviewing a pile of documents, Highlight has been working with Matsui to develop the next phase of market expansion plans, and analyzing specific characteristics of Japanese gamers. Only after things had gradually settled down—about a week later—did Highlight return to his rented apartment by the Tokyo waterfront. Just as he had settled in and was about to finish his third cup of tea, Dong Mengyao came back, looking quite tired. "Sister," Highlight changed his address, no longer calling her Dong Mengyao. He simply referred to her as his sister, since after that incident when he had lost his composure, he had reflected deeply and decided it would be better to keep his affection for her quietly within, so that restoring their former sibling relationship would be easier and more natural—like a big brother caring for his beloved younger sister. "You're back!" "Yes!" Dong Mengyao gave a small, dismissive hum. "Where have you been today?" Highlight asked. "You guess!" Dong Mengyao really did seem mysterious, as if she wanted to see whether this brother truly cared about her. "Have you gone out for a while?" Gao Liang guessed.