Thousands, no—worldwide—messages of well-wishes poured in from all over the country, even from around the globe. They flooded the screens, and the host continuously scrolled through them, flipping page after page, yet still hadn't reached the end. Viewership figures, viewership data—the metrics surged once again, setting a new record high. The host selected several messages and read them aloud, and the glowing compliments moved Qiong Xin Yue to tears. She had never imagined that people all over the world would be celebrating her birthday with such heartfelt messages. Many of the messages expressed hopes—specifically, a deep desire to taste the exquisite mooncake that has brought so much pride to countless people—hoping it would be available on the market. Qiu Xingyue felt so happy she was almost dizzy. Fortunately, Gao Liang caught her by the arm. At that moment, the music began, and Qiu Xingyue once again sang with the melodious voice of a nightingale: "In this instant, I clearly see that you are my happiness. My long-held loneliness has been redeemed. I suddenly feel like crying—thank you for all this journey, for sharing my laughter, for bearing my burdens, for your unwavering dedication." As she sang, tears streamed down her face, and without realizing it, she collapsed into Gao Liang's arms. Gao Liang, in turn, instinctively embraced her gently. The two leaned against each other, deeply appreciating one another, their mutual admiration shining like the perfect image of a prince and a princess, earning a thunderous round of applause and cheers from the audience. Zhao Yuanhang, Zhang Xiaoli, Fan Weizhe, Chen Yanling, Zuo Tianpei, and Liang Qin Yun also paused their dance, turning fully toward Gao Liang and Qiu Xingyue, their faces filled with admiration—after all, they were the most perfectly matched couple and the happiest people of the night. Zhao Meixuan and Xu Xinyan exchanged warm smiles, clapped hands, and said, "Our idols are them!" And she looked so sweet and endearing, precisely the kind of charm that Highlight adored. Even more so, Qiu Xingyue's bright eyes gazed up at him, soft and tender, full of deep affection—her expressive eyes seemed to whisper: "High-light, from now on, I am your princess." This intimate gesture caught the attention of every audience member, who erupted in waves of laughter and cheers, the atmosphere vibrant and enthusiastic! The host officially declared the evening program concluded, and the guests slowly began to depart, each one lingering with heartfelt goodbyes. Zhao Yuanhang, Fan Weizhe, Zuo Tianpei, Zhang Xiaoli, Chen Yanling, and Liang Qin Yun all left one after another, leaving only Highlight behind. In front of her father, Qiu Xingyue, shy and flushed with embarrassment, still held Highlight's hand—she remained in a state of dreamlike wonder, unwilling to wake up, longing for this beautiful moment to last forever. Yet, Gao Liang knew that although his mooncakes had been made for the former her, the current Qiu Xinxing Moon was only a resemblance—this was merely a dream, and once the dream faded, the people would surely part. So gently, he withdrew his hand, so softly that Qiu Xinxing was entirely unaware. It wasn't until Qiu Zhengxiong extended his hand to Gao Liang that she realized Gao's hand had already slipped from hers. Qiu Zhengxiong looked at Gao Liang with admiration and said, "As the chairman of Shenlong Group, I sincerely invite you to join us. Our group is deeply interested in the mooncake industry and aims to expand our presence in the Chinese market. Would you be interested in joining?" Qiu Xinxing longed for Gao Liang to accept! But he remained silent. "If you join us in the design and production of mooncakes, I will grant you a fifty-percent stake in the company!" The offer made the secretary beside him astonished. How enticing the conditions were! Qiu Xingyue silently admired her father's eager pursuit of talent. Yet, Gao Liang didn't reach out to grasp her father's hand; instead, he smiled calmly and said, "That mooncake is the limited-edition final version!" With that, he gracefully walked away without looking back. Watching Gao Liang's retreating figure, Qiu Xingyue felt a bit disheartened. At that moment, her father's secretary remarked with disdain, "Mr. Qiu, this person simply doesn't know how to appreciate the gesture!" Qiu Zhengxiong patted the secretary on the shoulder and said, "This young man has his own personality—he reminds me so much of myself back then." Saint Dora Mary Business School, the Starbucks coffee shop on campus. On a Saturday morning at ten o'clock, Zhang Xiaoli carried a neat little handbag and walked toward the coffee shop. The service attendant, seeing her approach, immediately came forward with warmth and said, "May I have your name, Miss Zhang?" Zhang Xiaoli nodded. The attendant bowed gracefully and said, "Miss Zhang, please follow me inside!" After that, she led Zhang Xiaoli to a VIP lounge room. Although Zhang Xiaoli kept saying she didn’t need it, the service attendant explained that someone had already reserved the room for her. Then, she guided Zhang Xiaoli to a round table by the window and presented her with a large bouquet of red roses, saying they had been sent specially for her. Zhang Xiaoli took the flowers and gently sniffed them, clearly enjoying the moment. Quickly compare the one in your right hand with this one—now you see they match perfectly. This is exactly the item the royal limited edition boutique didn't manage to secure. The service attendant explained that the limited edition had been sold out, with only the last one reserved by a customer, yet here it is, right before your eyes. Who had reserved it? And how did it end up here? "Would you like it?" A familiar voice echoed softly in Zhang Xiaoli's ear. Zhang Xiaoli looked up, startled and delighted, saying, "Yuanhang! I didn't expect it to be you! How did you know I'd like this?" Zhao Yuanhang wore a white suit today, his hair neatly combed. Seeing Zhang Xiaoli's joy, he spoke to her with a tender, heartfelt tone: "Xiaoli, what reason would I have not to like the things you love?" He then gazed at her deeply, full of affection. "Do you also like coffee and flowers—have you reserved them for me?" Zhang Xiaoli looked at Zhao Yuanhang, her cheeks flushed. "Not just for you! For us both!" Zhao Yuanhang gently pressed his right index finger against Zhang Xiaoli's lips, and she felt a warm, comfortable sensation. "At last year's Mid-Autumn birthday gala, watching our prince and princess so perfectly matched, I suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to passionately kiss you!" Zhao Yuanhang immediately embraced the excited Zhang Xiaoli. Zhang Xiaoli's face turned deeply crimson, and her head hung low. With his left arm cradling her slender body, Zhao Yuanhang used his right index and thumb to gently support her pointed chin, opening her mouth and slowly bringing his lips close to hers. At first, Zhang Xiaoli tried to struggle, but found herself unable to break free—just then, the music in the lounge was playing a song by He Yaoshan, 'Be Your Princess,' a melody so familiar and so beautiful that Zhang Xiaoli particularly loved this atmosphere. So, she closed her eyes. Zhao Yuanhang and Zhang Xiaoli's lips were tightly pressed together, inseparable—this was their genuine first kiss, though they had shared a few playful ones before. This time, however, it was sincere. So they embraced tightly, passionately kissing, both fully immersed and deeply enjoying the moment. Zhao Yuanhang wanted to take it further, but the phone rang—it was Zhang Xiaoli. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaoli didn’t answer, instead saying, "Yuanhang, kiss me! Kiss me well!" So Zhao Yuanhang wrapped his arms around Zhang Xiaoli and kissed her passionately, and the two were swept into a blissful whirlwind. The server quickly checked the computer and looked disappointed, saying, "Sorry, this book was just checked out five minutes ago!" "What? Five minutes! Unlucky! Unlucky!" Chen Yanling felt deeply let down. She had come full of enthusiasm, only to leave disappointed. She then slowly walked to the reading room, found an empty seat, and sat down with a heavy heart. She leaned forward on the table, resting her head on her arms. "Hey, wake up! Wake up!" Someone called out as soon as Chen Yanling had settled down. She looked up to see Gu Xiguang, a well-known student speaker at the university. "Go on, I'm having a terrible day today!" Chen Yanling frowned, looking annoyed at everyone. Gu Xiguang smiled warmly and said with a touch of mystery, "Here's something for you!" He placed the item on the table and gave a dramatic face before walking off. Playing games with me? I simply don't have the energy to pay attention right now. Chen Yanling really ignored everyone now—she didn’t even glance up, still frowning and lying flat. At that moment, a girl gasped, exclaiming, “Wow! I was just about to borrow this book!” Another girl said, “Look! There seems to be something tucked inside the book—it’s so noticeable!” “Isn’t it a treasure? I’ve just found a treasure today!” the girl beamed with a smile. Chen Yanling couldn’t stay lying down anymore—she instantly lifted her head, saw what was beside her, and her eyes lit up. She exclaimed, “Yay! The *E-Commerce Masterpiece*! I’m so happy!” Then, she gently kissed the pink cover. As soon as she did, a bright, shining object rolled out and rolled around the table three and a half times before coming to rest. “What is it?” Chen Yanling was completely stunned now—she had just spotted a lychee bracelet. This was exactly the item the royal limited edition jewelry store hadn’t managed to secure; the service attendant had said no, yet here it was, right before her eyes. Did I misread it? Chen Yanling compared the bracelet on her right hand with the one in question and found it to be the A model—perfectly paired with her B model. "I'm so happy!" Chen Yanling is an outgoing girl, and her joy spread to the students reading books in the library. "Miss! Someone at the library's little café has invited you to sit down for a while!" A boy, holding a book, said this as he passed by Chen Yanling and then walked away. Chen Yanling gently approached the café, where a server guided her to a private room and said, "This is the finest Grant Grandos Coffee—please enjoy!" Then, the server walked off. As Chen Yanling was about to savor her drink, she noticed her eyes being covered by someone's hand. She quickly said, "Who is it? Please let go of me!" "Guess! If you're right, I'll release you." The boy replied. "I can't guess!" Chen Yanling, of course knew exactly what was going on, and deliberately said this. "Then I'll be off!" The male guest felt rather dull and wanted to leave. But Chen Yanling pulled him back and said, "Wei Ze, as soon as I saw the book and the bracelet, I knew it must be you! Only you truly understand me, don't you think?" Her eyes were as clear and pure as lake water—such a genuinely sweet girl. At that moment, Fan Wei Ze was at a loss for words. Chen Yanling noticed the blush rising on his cheeks and smiled to herself—how endearing he was! He was still shy, which was truly charming. "Wei Ze, the coffee is getting cold!" Chen Yanling gently reminded him to drink. The two sat close together, and the coffee seemed sweeter with each sip—though it was the same coffee as before, it now tasted entirely different. "Wei Ze, I'd like to ask you—how did you get this bracelet? The royal limited edition jewelry store doesn't carry it, does it?" Chen Yanling carefully held the delicate bracelet, admiring it as she asked. "I ordered it from France!" Fan Wei Ze replied while sipping his coffee. "Really? Thank you so much!" Chen Yanling was instantly moved. "Xiaoli! Believe me—I understand you better than anyone!" Fan Weizhe said with sincere warmth, and Chen Yanling's eyes welled up with tears. The two of them gazed at each other, deeply touched. Slowly, they were drawn to one another, their faces drawing closer. Chen Yanling closed her eyes in contentment, though a little shy. Fan Weizhe, however, blushed deeply the very first time he held her hand—this time, he had courage enough to kiss her. Yet, his face grew even redder. How shy this young man was! Still, quite endearing. Chen Yanling needed to take the initiative, so when their lips were just three centimeters apart, she gently kissed Fan Weizhe. Their lips met, touching at a close range—so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats. Fan Weizhe sensed her lips were sweet, and as he moved from initial shyness to finally embracing the kiss, Chen Yanling responded in kind. It was their first kiss, and both felt it was truly wonderful. "Weizhe! I love you!" Chen Yanling murmured softly as she kissed. "Me too!" Fan Wei Ze replied, now fully passionate, kissing Chen Yanling's lips feverishly. At that moment, her phone rang—Chen's phone. Chen hesitated slightly, but ultimately decided not to answer, for this was the most beautiful moment for both of them, one that could not be disturbed. They embraced and kissed again, wildly, as if possessed—now, there was only me and you; everyone else had vanished. The same day, the music classroom at Saint Dorothy Mary Business School. Liang Qin Yun sat at a piano, playing Kevin Koon's "Through the Green." The melody was beautiful, the rhythm gentle and flowing, soft and captivating, instantly drawing in the students who came to practice. In a short while, the classroom was completely full, each student leaning over their desks, listening intently to Liang Qin Yun's music. As the students were absorbed in the music, a boy rushed over, politely nodding to Liang Qin Yun, who in turn gave a graceful smile. The boy quickly placed an object beside Liang's piano and then made a face before darting off. Liang Qin Yun didn't notice, continuing to play with full concentration. Suddenly, the music stopped as the students were deeply engrossed, and all turned to look at her, noticing her brows furrowed and her face filled with concern. The piano had broken down and was no longer producing sound. Yet, only five seconds later, the gentle piano piece resumed, playing beautifully and smoothly. Was it Liang playing? The students turned to look, only to find Liang Qin Yun looking utterly astonished—her gaze fixed on the bright, transparent ring-shaped object beside the piano. It was the object that was emitting the music! The students were amazed. They saw Liang Qin Yun's face light up with joy, tears welling up in her eyes. Excellent! She had always admired that rare crystal music pendant—how spiritually alive it was! It even managed to "reunite" after being separated. Such a precious gift—whose thoughtfulness had brought it to her? Li Qinyun gazed at the pendant, lost in thought. After listening to one piece, the students unanimously asked Li Qinyun to wear the pendant right there in front of them. With a joyful smile, she donned it—and suddenly, a song began to play. It was a quartet performance by Xiao Ke, Lao Lang, Cao Fang, and Wang Zhen, singing "I Want to Sing You This Song." "I want to sing you this song while we're still young and full of blossoming beauty. I'll sing it to you, and I'll give you my pure, innocent smile. We should have happy, bright, sunny times. I'll sing it to you, filled with my passionate emotions—will you be touched? The years are worth cherishing, the moments of shy, rosy cheeks. I want to sing you this song—can anyone truly replace you? While we're young, let's love deeply, most beloved one. The journey may be long, but we'll walk it "There's a prince bringing a necklace!" one girl exclaimed in surprise. "That prince must be a music prince! He clearly understands our teacher's piano melodies so well!" another girl expressed admiration. "Who could it be?" a third girl asked. Just as she was speaking, a handsome boy with a slightly melancholy expression entered the classroom, drawing gasps of awe from the students—especially the girls. "Wow! It's our school's music prince!" one girl gasped. "I thought I saw him! He's absolutely stunning!" two girls said, nearly fainting with excitement and joy as they saw Li Tianpei. Li Tianpei merely smiled politely at everyone and then walked over to the piano beside Li Qinyun, skillfully checking and adjusting it.