Dong Mengyao shook her head and said, "Brother can't believe it! I'm looking for a job!" "Oh! How's it going?" When Gao Liang heard Dong Mengyao was seeking a job, he became concerned, knowing that jobs in Japan were hard to come by, especially good ones. "Oh, don't mention it! I just went to the Tokyo job fair—so many people, I couldn't even get through the crowd!" Dong Mengyao looked full of disappointment. "Did you hand in your resume to the hiring companies?" Gao Liang, having experienced such situations many times, knew how difficult it was for a young woman of delicate build to push through the crowd and actually hand her resume to the recruiters. "They said I lacked work experience and didn't need someone like me," Dong Mengyao explained the source of her disappointment. "Now you see how tough it is to find a job, don't you? I didn't deceive you, did I?" Gao Liang smiled. "But I've come here—I'm going to find a job!" Dong Mengyao had a spirit of determination and resilience. "Bro, here's a tip—don't you go online every day? Why not send out your resume online?" Highlight reminds Dong Mengyao, as his company frequently uses online recruitment to hire talent. "Oh! Brother, I didn't think of that!" Dong Mengyao's eyes light up at Highlight's suggestion. "Let me have a look at your resume!" Seeing Dong Mengyao organizing the remaining few resumes, Highlight wants to review them himself. "Sure!" Dong Mengyao hands them over, after all, this brother offers her some guidance. "This isn't good—no wonder employers aren't impressed! You keep talking about school events and awards, but you never mention your internship experience at companies outside campus?" As someone who's been in the workplace for years, Highlight naturally knows what it takes to land a job. "Oh! I remember now—I interned at a foreign trade company in Yanshan City for a while and learned so much! How did I forget about that?" "Thank you, brother!" After being reminded by her big brother, Gao Mengyao suddenly understood some things. "Are you hungry now?" Gao looked at the clock on the wall—it was already lunchtime. "You just said that, and now I really feel hungry!" Gao nodded—she had been feeling hungry all along. Today's trip to the Tokyo talent market had left her both mentally and physically drained, and she needed some food. "Alright! I'll cook you a meal!" Gao, with the demeanor of a home-loving, kind-hearted young man, was full of warmth. "Really? You're so wonderful! I get to enjoy delicious meals cooked by my brother!" Gao Mengyao jumped up with joy. "Sister, come here!" Gao, watching the joyful girl, suddenly looked mysterious and called her over. "What's this?" Gao Mengyao widened her eyes, eager yet a bit hesitant. "I want you to come here!" "Afraid I'll actually eat you up this time, knowing that I won't bother my sister anymore!" High Light's sincere words warmed Dong Mengyao deeply. "Alright! I believe you have the heart, but not the courage—your courage is certainly not enough!" Dong Mengyao glanced at High Light, seeing his genuine sincerity. "Here! This is 100,000 yen—take it. I know how much it costs to find a job, and I'm sure your money has already been spent by now!" High Light, being mindful of how much Dong Mengyao needed for her job search, showed constant care for his sister. "How could I possibly accept this? I've been eating from your table, staying in your home, and using your resources—how could I possibly ask for more money from you?" Seeing the stack of yen bills High Light handed her, Dong Mengyao hesitated before accepting, knowing that her arrival had already brought quite a few burdens to her brother. "When the day comes that my sister earns as much as you do, I'll repay you!" "Guangliang is very good at speaking, because he knows that if he gives the money directly to Dong Mengyao, she will simply treat it as a loan for this occasion." "Okay!" Dong Mengyao nodded gratefully and reached out to take the cash Guangliang offered. "Brother is heading to the kitchen now!" Guangliang felt delighted when he saw Dong Mengyao had accepted the gift. "I'm going too! Let's cook together!" Dong Mengyao was now in a joyful mood—this time, she was truly going to cook with her brother. "Great! Cooking together—this is truly unprecedented! Finally, your sister is stepping up to prepare meals!" Guangliang smiled warmly and expressed his approval of his sister. "Brother, what are we making today?" Dong Mengyao asked. "You'll find out once it's ready!" Guangliang didn't give a direct answer, but instead invited Dong Mengyao to the kitchen: "There are two tomatoes in the refrigerator—one from South America, one regular. We also have one pound of red shrimp, some ginger, and minced garlic. Could you please fetch them for me?" "Of course, right away Dong Mengyao brought all the ingredients over. "Brother, I'll slice the tomatoes!" Seeing Highuang busy in the kitchen, she stepped closer and said. "Have you ever sliced anything before?" Highuang had never seen Dong Mengyao enter the kitchen to cut vegetables—according to their mother, Dong Mengyao was always a proud princess at home. Since she had come to Binhai, he wanted to take better care of her. "I'll give it a try!" Dong Mengyao looked eager. "The knife is sharp—just bought. Be careful not to cut yourself!" Highuang handed her the knife, still a bit concerned, and gave her a reminder. "Got it!" Dong Mengyao nodded in response. Dong Mengyao is a princess at home, always being spoiled by her parents. She has never touched the kitchen, and even the sight of a bright, gleaming knife makes her feel afraid. Recently, whenever Gao Huang is at home, he becomes her full-time chef. When he's away at the office, she usually orders fast food outside. Now that Gao Huang has been very busy at work and hasn't had time to take care of her, she hasn't cooked meals at home for a while—she hasn't tasted Gao Huang's delicious dishes in a long time. Yet, surprisingly, Gao Huang, her brother, has recently volunteered to cook for her, even when she just returned home from outside, feeling tired and hungry. She finds this brother truly thoughtful, and her heart fills with warmth. Though she has never entered the kitchen before, she now feels excited and actively starts to chop vegetables. Right now, Gao Huang is washing a pound of fresh South American red shrimp. Tomatoes are round and roll around, and Dong Mengyao simply doesn't know how to hold them steady or how to slice them. She just holds the knife and cuts haphazardly, as long as she manages to cut them open. "Ow! Ow!" Dong Mengyao cries out in pain. With a clatter, the vegetable knife flies from her hand and lands on the ground, still dripping blood that splashes onto the floor. "Little sister, what's wrong? Oh! You're bleeding!" Gao Liang quickly grabs Dong Mengyao's injured hand—her left index finger. He immediately takes her finger into his mouth and gently sucks on it. How warm! Dong Mengyao's pain quickly eases. She quietly watches Gao Liang suck on her finger, watching the handsome lines of his face. Unknowingly, Gao Liang's gentle sucking really works—Dong Mengyao no longer feels any pain at all. It's even more effective than the bandages sold at the market. Such a wonderful brother. If only he could care for me like this every day. Dong Mengyao thinks, lost in thought. But is he really the prince from my dreams? Back then, on the Seventh Night of the Seventh Month, I had made a bet—and amazingly, he had drawn the prize I truly desired. It felt like fate itself had arranged this, as if it were destined to make our connection with Xiao Tian come true. Yet, just a few days ago, why had he been so eager? He wanted me so suddenly, but I still hadn't quite decided. I wanted my first experience to be with someone I could truly marry and build a life with. I just didn't know if that someone was right here, in front of me, this brother of his. "Sister, are you still in pain?" Gao Liang smiled warmly and asked with genuine concern. "Yes! It's not painful anymore! Thank you!" Gao Liang was genuinely surprised by her response. He let go of her hand, and now his index finger was clearly visible. How strange! Truly, how strange! He couldn't believe it—how could this be just a minor injury? There hadn't been any obvious wounds at all. The cut he'd received had been quite severe just a moment ago! Dong Mengyao carefully examined her index finger, astonished. "Brother! Look! What a strange thing! My index finger has no wound at all—only tiny signs of healing, quite subtle. If you don't pay close attention, you'd never notice them! How is this possible? My injury was quite serious!"