"I'll head to work. You just stay at home, browse the internet, watch movies, listen to music. If you get really bored, give me a chat on QQ—just the one with good technical support!" Highlight noticed it was getting late and had to get to the office early. "Yeah, brother, you're really thoughtful! I'm coming back early today so I can see you sooner!" Dong Mengyao actually felt a bit reluctant to see Highlight go. "Alright, little sister! I'm off now! Goodbye!" As Highlight left, he left Dong Mengyao with a bright, warm smile, which gave her great comfort. In the president's office at Nintendo's headquarters in Japan, Yamada was shouting at his father, Mitsuhiro Miyamoto, and his wife: "Highlight is already dead! Why is the 'Chinese Martial Arts' game gaining such momentum in Japan? It's spreading like wildfire—growing stronger and stronger every day!" "Yamada! Have you really taken action against Highlight?" Mitsuhiro Miyamoto was completely stunned. "Hah! What's the point? He had to compete with me!" "Who dares challenge me will vanish right away!" Yamada snapped the pencil in half on his desk and tossed it into the trash can. "Where is my daughter? What have you done to her?" Mrs. Miyazawa grabbed Yamada's shoulders, shaking him vigorously. Yamada, impatient, pushed her off with a strong arm—luckily, he sent her into the arms of Miyazawa himself, otherwise she would have collided with the solid marble pillar. "My daughter! Hmph! She's off with Gao Liang to meet Marx!" Yamada sneered. At once, both Miyazawa and his wife cried out, "Oh my goodness! How cruel! Return my daughter—we'll fight you to the end!" Yamada knew some judo; neither Miyazawa nor his wife stood a chance—touching Yamada's sleeve was impossible, and they nearly bumped into the wall. "Bring in the staff! Take these two old folks out to the courtyard!" Yamada smiled coldly. A group of bodyguards came over, pulling and dragging the two of them out, forcing them onto a four-wheel drive vehicle. Their bodies were tightly secured, their mouths sealed with yellow transparent tape, making it difficult to breathe. After an hour, the vehicle stopped in a dense forest. It was now late in the evening, with cool breezes blowing through the trees and the distant howls of wolves echoing—creating an atmosphere of profound fear. As the two men were about to cut their throats, the transparent tape holding them was pulled apart, and the ropes binding their hands were loosened. When Motochika Miyamoto and his wife saw two well-built men standing before them, they asked, "You are...?" "Mr. Miyamoto! We were sent by Mr. Li and Miss Erina!" The two sturdy men spoke in somewhat hesitant Japanese. "I don't know anyone named Mr. Li or Miss Erina!" Motochika and his wife shook their heads. "Ah, I mean Mr. Gao and Miss Meiji!" The men clarified, and Motochika and his wife were overjoyed. "That's wonderful! They're still alive—what a blessing! Our lives truly are spared!" "Mr. Miyamoto, Mrs. Miyamoto, we should hurry back—otherwise Mr. Li and Miss Erina will be worried!" Motochika and his wife boarded a high-end armored vehicle, escorted by the two strong men, and drove toward the Tokyo Ginza office of the China Kung Fu game company. "Dad! Mom!" "Miyuki immediately saw her parents being rescued and immediately clutched her mother tightly, both of them weeping with joyful tears. 'Ah! Gao Liang! Yamada is truly cruel—he's going to be a tough competitor. From now on, we must stay vigilant! I'm truly confident placing my daughter in your care!' said Miyuki's father. Gao Liang nodded with strong responsibility, firmly holding Miyuki's hand and saying, 'I promise to make Miyuki happy!' Miyuki blushed, snuggled into Gao Liang's arms, and softly said, 'Husband, I truly must thank you sincerely for saving my parents!' Before Gao Liang could respond, Miyuki's mother, seeing the warm and affectionate scene between her daughter and Gao Liang, smiled happily and said, 'Gao Liang! My daughter, Eiko, has always been so particular—please forgive her in the future!' 'Mom!' Miyuki's endearing demeanor was simply delightful, making Gao Liang feel very at ease. At that very moment, Wang Zhiqiang brought out a camera, capturing the scene with a crisp click." It truly is a heartwarming reunion for the Matsui family, so on this day, in the 18th floor of Ginza, Tokyo, they raised their glasses, toasted, and set out to build a grand gaming empire. Gao Liang made a stunning impression at the table: "I'm going to bring Tanaka crashing down right away, because I am truly the king of gaming!" "Go ahead, husband! I'm behind you!" Mei Ji responded first. Then everyone enthusiastically agreed. It seems a real game of rivalry is about to begin. Gao Liang has indeed been very busy lately, diligently handling daily operations at the Japanese office on the 18th floor and overseeing his team's efforts to build a world-class gaming company. At that moment, Mei Ji and her family were having dinner at the cafeteria in Ginza, and Gao Liang felt a bit tired—suddenly remembering someone he hadn't visited in a few days. There was a pile of clothes left at home, never washed, and he didn't have time. After work, he rushed to the supermarket near his home, bought a large bag of laundry detergent and some vegetables that Dong Mengyao loved, and then hurried back. Upon opening the door, he heard a continuous sound coming from the bathroom. Listening closely, he realized—it was the washing machine, as if stirring the clothes. Wait a minute! Who was doing the laundry? He had always washed his own clothes himself, and Dong Mengyao's clothes were usually just dropped off at the laundry downstairs. He'd never seen her wash anything. So, the washing machine had always been used solely by him. As he stepped into the bathroom and looked at the washing tub, he saw it was filled with his clothes from the past few days, spinning joyfully under the drive of the washing machine's motor impeller. Where was Dong Mengyao? Was she washing his clothes? Highlighted their shared room and found Dong Mengyao was not there. The Lenovo laptop displayed a screensaver, playing a song that both Dong Mengyao and he loved—“You Are a Song in My Heart.” The melody was soothing and pleasant, drifting gently throughout the room, washing away the day’s fatigue. He glanced at the floor, which was spotless and free of dust. The single fold-out bed where he had been sleeping now had a fresh layer of memory foam padding, clearly newly purchased. Sitting down, he felt very comfortable. He then turned to the king-sized bed where Dong Mengyao slept—the down quilt neatly folded, the pillow arranged in perfect order, the bedsheet freshly washed. The entire room was warm, cozy, and romantic, instantly evoking a sense of comfort upon entering. He remembered the peony plant on the windowsill. Right—having been so busy lately, he hadn’t had time to water it. Would the peony, so delicate, survive? If it truly withers, then my 10,000-yen bill will have been wasted. The peony is my absolute favorite—whenever I see peonies, I think of my homeland and of the ever-glorious growth of our gaming industry. Yet, I have a special affection for flowers, especially peonies and roses; their subtle fragrance brings me comfort. Just by observing them, I know my future will be as vibrant and colorful as blossoms. Isn't happiness just like a flower? I will strive hard in my career, creating a beautiful, flourishing life—like a flower itself. People who love and nurture flowers are, in essence, people who cherish life. Gao Liang walked to the window ledge and gazed at the peony pot. Hm! Watered recently—seems just now, since there are still dewy droplets on the leaves! The flowers are blooming beautifully, gently nodding and smiling in the soft breeze. Was it Dong Mengyao who watered them? Gao Liang asked himself. He felt a bit hungry now. He bought some vegetables and needed to go to the kitchen to prepare them. As he pushed open the kitchen door, he was greeted by a striking figure at the stove, stirring the pot with a spatula—clearly preparing a meal. Next to the wall, beside the power outlet, the 750W rice cooker had tripped its circuit breaker, indicating that the rice was already cooked. All that remained was to stir the vegetables and serve.