Show her care, attention, and affection. As long as she knows I truly value her, that will be enough. She has always said she has pride and the right to choose her own life path, and I’ve promised to respect her choices. So I’ll give her ample time and space to get to know me as your brother. If one day she truly finds her true love, I’ll be delighted to celebrate that with her. Yet, until she’s certain that I am indeed the one she’s envisioned, I will never reveal my genuine feelings of love—though it may be painful. I believe that maintaining a sincere sibling relationship will allow us to coexist more harmoniously. If even that bond falters, then I will have truly failed—especially in front of Dong Mengyao. "Stupid sister, do you really think I have to stay with you every day? You’re no longer a child. I can’t possibly attend to you every single day. One day, you’ll eventually leave me behind—and then, someone you love will be cooking for you!" "High light firmly held back the tidal wave of feelings for Dong Mengyao, instead reassuring her that someone would cook for her, though he wasn't certain whether that someone daily was himself—or someone else entirely." "Actually, I think no one can cook quite as delicious as my brother!" Dong Mengyao's words sounded as though they carried a subtle undertone. High light heard them, and felt a deep warmth. "Stupid sister, you're still like a frog living in a well, always looking up at me. When you jump out of the well and gaze at the sky, you'll realize just how vast and towering it is. Then you'll understand there are many people far more outstanding than me. And you'll regret not having made that choice. Honestly, I'm not that outstanding at all!" High light said this, and even surprised himself. It was clear he was gently encouraging Dong Mengyao to choose a man better than himself—how deeply he loved her! But he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. He was afraid that once he did, his emotions would overwhelm him, and he'd end up doing something foolish. So now he had to restrain himself, giving董梦瑶 more room to make her own choices. It wasn't possible for him to have her all to himself. If her heart wasn't with him, even if he secured her body, he wouldn't be able to hold on to her heart. Therefore, in his feelings toward董梦瑶, Gao Liang had become increasingly rational. Upon hearing Gao Liang's words,董梦瑶 didn't know what to say either. Yes, he was absolutely right. That's exactly what I thought that day—I wanted to save my first time, my precious first time, for a man I could truly rely on. But I wasn't sure if that man was the one standing right before me. Though he's been treating me so well lately, I still wasn't certain. Maybe I should just let things unfold. For now, I'll simply eat when I'm hungry. Late as it was, Gao Huang still returned to that small nook, laid a thin blanket on the bed, and settled down to rest. This made Dong Mengyao, the younger sister, feel a pang of sadness. During this period, she had been rather embarrassed—while she enjoyed the soft, springy mattress and the thick down quilt, Gao Huang had sacrificed so much for her. The more she thought about it, the more she felt guilty toward him. That night, Dong Mengyao couldn’t fall asleep. After getting up in the middle of the night, she found a thicker cotton quilt and gently covered Gao Huang as he slept peacefully. To make the Japanese version of the "Chinese Martial Arts" game shine, Gao Huang had been tirelessly supervising his Japanese colleagues, including Matsui, working day and night to develop a new game tailored specifically for Japanese players, incorporating elements of Japanese jujitsu and other Japanese martial arts. A newly developed game titled "Jujitsu," seamlessly integrated into the "Chinese Martial Arts" game, quickly gained immense popularity among Japanese players. Huangao implemented new initiatives, rewarding active players with game points—similar to promotional models such as buy-one-get-one-free—gradually revitalizing "China Wushu" and significantly boosting its revenue. Just as Huangao exhaled in relief, Nintendo's president, Miyamoto Satoshi, announced on the official Nintendo website that he would step down as CEO, to be succeeded by Yamada, the son of Toyota's president. Meanwhile, Meiji will hold a formal engagement ceremony with Yamada next Monday. Damn it—Yamada again, and this time, the blow is truly decisive. Huangao realized that Yamada was now launching a relentless campaign against him—not only aiming to win Meiji away from him, but also gaining substantial control over Nintendo Games. In fact, Yamada had been vocally demanding in the media: to drive out Chinese games from Japan and reassert Nintendo's dominance in the Japanese market. Man, competing with the old guard for wealth and status—without the old guard stepping up, even the King of Heaven will have to raise his voice. Gao Liang immediately summoned Matsui to find out the inside story about Nintendo and Yamada. Matsui looked weary, explaining that Yamada's family business was exceptionally strong, capable of acquiring Nintendo several times over. Moreover, Matsui had increased his stake, which naturally made him the president, forcing Miyamoto Jiro to step down. Gao Liang was puzzled—why would Meiji agree to marry him, knowing she didn't love him at all? Matsui replied that according to internal reports, Meiji had been forced into the marriage. Her parents' lives were under Yamada's control, and to ensure their safety, she had no choice but to comply. Gao Liang was nearly suffocated with frustration—this time, he would have to act decisively. So, he continued leading his team, working diligently to develop a game that would surpass Nintendo's offerings. Gao Liang returned to his apartment on the waterfront in Tokyo, walked into the small room, and found his bedding missing. He found it strange—over these many days, he had grown accustomed to sleeping in such an environment. In this bustling city where land was at a premium, having even a mere eight feet of space to sleep was sufficient. Though he had a warm, luxurious bedroom on the 18th floor of Ginza, he cherished more the cozy, modest life shared with Dong Mengyao. He habitually knocked on Dong Mengyao’s door, but there was no response. So, he gently pushed it open—“creak”—and the door swung open. It had been only slightly ajar, not fully closed. How strange for Dong Mengyao tonight! Usually, the door was always shut tightly. What had happened today? Gao Liang turned on the power switch beside the door, and the light instantly brightened, casting a clean, snowy white glow across the entire room. Everything was clearly neat—the room was spotless, the floors polished to a shine, and items arranged with precision. This must have been董梦瑶's careful touch. The bedsheet of the large spring mattress was also freshly washed, the down quilt neatly folded into square blocks and placed in order, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. This stood in sharp contrast to the previously messy state of high light's room, prompting high praise for董梦瑶. Such a tidy girl was exactly what he admired. Where was董梦瑶? High light spotted her in a corner of the room, lying on a single bed covered by a blanket. High light seemed to have an idea now and walked toward her. Under the soft white light,董梦瑶 gently rubbed her eyes, sat up, and saw High light. "Little sister! Why aren't you on the big bed?" High light asked with concern—such a beautiful woman deserved no discomfort. "Brother High, you've returned!" This whole time has been a bother to you—you deserve a good rest now! You take the king-sized bed, okay! I'm fine!" Dong Mengyao was humble and full of gratitude. "Ling, this single folding bed is quite hard—it's not good for your body. You're so delicate, so I really want you to have the king-sized bed. Besides, I've gotten used to sleeping on a hard mattress myself!" Gao Liang spoke with sincere warmth, truly touching Dong Mengyao. "Liang brother, you're so kind!" Dong Mengyao's sweet voice, like a nightingale's song, made Gao Liang feel as if he had tasted honey. "Little sister, go to the king-sized bed—brother will sleep on the single bed!" Gao Liang made a gesture of invitation. Yet for some reason, Dong Mengyao didn't move immediately. Gao Liang stepped closer and playfully said, "Little sister, are you having trouble walking? Do I need to carry you there?" The joke landed perfectly—Dong Mengyao blushed, smiled gently, and gave a little huff. "Who needs you to carry me? I'm not a three-year "The length of my legs is what it is—I just go when I want to." Said that, she really did go, spreading out the down quilt and covering herself. The beautiful woman sleeping on the memory foam bed created a striking scene. High-light enjoyed watching Dong Mengyao sleep on the large bed she particularly loved.