"If you like, let's practice our double training every day!" Gao Liang laughed happily. "Husband! You're terrible!" Dong Mengyao scolded, yet her face showed clear pride. But soon she became a little cautious, asking Gao Liang, "Husband, do you mind my being so lively and free?" "I love exactly this—this is the most genuine love!" Gao Liang's words gave Dong Mengyao great confidence. She gently kissed his chest and said, "I heard your heartbeat! I love your heart!" The two were immersed in happiness and laughter. As a result of their daily double training, Gao Liang's body quickly received therapeutic benefits and his potential began to unfold. Watching his steadily growing strength, Gao Liang turned toward the Rockefeller Center complex and said, "George, I'm truly a man! Kina-na belongs to me!" The scene then shifts to the unusual electrical building on the 68th floor of the Rockefeller Center complex, Kina-na's office. A dramatic scene unfolds there. George extended his right hand, firmly supporting Jinanana's chin, and shouted with desperate intensity, "Jinanana, are you still thinking about that yellow-skinned man? Does that man really deserve your affection? Am I not at least as worthy as he?" "George! How can you not see it now? I am already married to Gao Liang. How can you take away my husband to settle your own grievances?" Jinanana's words only deepened George's distress. He shook her vigorously, heaved her shoulders, and cried out, "You were always mine! Always mine! It was Gao Liang who took you from me! I will have to reclaim what is truly mine!" "George! I am not merely what you desire at any given moment! Please think clearly!" Jinanana said with serious determination. "Smack!" A sharp slap landed on her face. Jinanana raised her right hand to cover her cheek, trembling and exclaiming, "George, what you are doing now will only drive more people away from you!" "Smack!" "Another resounding slap. Jinanah once again covered her left face, this time with blood flowing, yet she did not yield. With courage, she stepped forward and declared, 'I will not bow to your authority! I will not agree to your engagement proposal. Even if I die, I will not marry you! For you are not a man of excellence—at least, not in my eyes!' The Brooklyn Bridge is one of New York's oldest and most famous bridges, hailed as one of the Seven Wonders of Modern Engineering. Located in the northern part of South Street Seaport, it connects Manhattan with Brooklyn. Designed by John A. Roebling in 1869, Roebling died during the construction process. His son, Washington Roebling, then carried on his father's vision, studying advanced European techniques and completed the bridge in 1883. The construction spanned 16 years and cost a total of $25 million. During this period, besides John A. Roebling, 20 construction workers lost their lives. Memorial plaques are installed on the bridge towers in honor of these workers. In the evening, walking along the wooden path from Brooklyn, one can enjoy the towering buildings and scenic streets of Manhattan, making it a highlight of any New York tour. On July 4th, the day of the U.S. Independence Day, fireworks are displayed here every year. Goldina, tied to ropes, is transported to the center of the bridge by two guards. The guards intend to simply throw her off the bridge, but find that crowds of American citizens are gathering from both sides, steadily moving toward the middle—more and more people are forming a dense presence. Goldina's mouth is blocked by a cotton ball, so she cannot cry out. The guards now find themselves at a loss—how can they proceed? Spotting a spot with fewer people, they drive the vehicle there, preparing to lift Goldina off the vehicle when suddenly, a burst of fireworks erupts right beside them, shooting upward like a rocket and spreading out in a splendid floral display across the dark sky—creating a vibrant, night-long spectacle of flames and blossoms. Many people turn to look at the guards, making it even more difficult for them to carry out their plan. President George has made a major mistake today—only in a moment of frustration, he failed to realize that today is July 4th, the U.S. Independence Day, the national holiday. That day, fireworks lit up the entire United States to celebrate this great holiday. On such a special day, would the heavens grant her wish—would Goldina meet her fate on the Brooklyn Bridge? At that moment, the pings of their mobile phone alerts sounded twice. Upon checking, they saw George's orders: immediate action was required. The guards were stunned. With full urgency, they opened the car doors, lifted Goldina, and raised her high above their heads, hurling her toward the river below. "Look! Look over there!" someone in the crowd cried out. As they turned, a new burst of fireworks rose from right beside the two guards. The powerful explosion nearly deafened them, making their palms tremble and their arms weak—so much so that they could no longer manage to throw Goldina down. The phone alerts sounded again. This time, the guards gathered every ounce of strength, and as long as they took just one more step toward the railing, they could finally hurl her over. "Grab her! Grab her!" someone in the crowd shouted. "Don't let him get away! Hurry and call the police!" Someone else shouted. The angry crowd had now uncovered the assassins' plot and was stunned. The siren sounds began to blare, and the two guards quickly set down Jin Nana, plunged into the crowd, and took off running. A police car stopped beside Jin Nana. At that moment, an elder in his sixties, vigorous and composed, dressed in a suit, with a dignified air, approached by chance and noticed Jin Nana, especially the jade bracelet on her wrist, which made him visibly excited. When the two police officers were about to take Jin Nana to the hospital, the elder stopped them. He called for his attendants, and immediately three or four well-dressed bodyguards escorted Jin Nana into the car. The police officers bowed respectfully to the elder, who merely nodded in acknowledgment. After nearly an hour's drive, Jin Nana was brought to a private garden outside New York City. When she awoke from her unconscious state, she found herself lying on a luxurious, plush memory foam bed, with several female servants waiting by her side. As soon as Jin Nana opened her eyes, the servants were delighted, some even exclaiming, "Miss is awake! Miss is finally awake!" Wait—why are they calling me 'Miss'? Where exactly am I? Jin Nana was surprised, taking in the opulent interior and the elegant servants, and immediately realized she had arrived at a distinguished and refined estate. "Menina! Do you recognize this?" A deep, warm, and kindly voice echoed, and Jin Nana turned to find an elderly man in his sixties approaching—vital, energetic, and full of spirit—holding in his hand a jade ring identical to the one on her own wrist. Kinaa took a closer look and found that it matched exactly the one she was holding in her hands. Together, the two jade rings formed a heart-shaped pattern. "Mona, do you know? These are the Jade Rings of the Angel's Heart—the precious gift I gave to your mother when we first met!" The voice, once so deep and steady, now carried a heartfelt warmth. At that moment, the butler came to report, "Report to Mr. Lock! We've reviewed all available records regarding Mrs. Sarah, but found no trace of her." "Keep searching! Dispatch every available staff member—find her, I insist!" Mr. Lock issued his orders. "Yes, we will immediately proceed!" The butler promptly withdrew to carry out the instructions. "Mr. Lock! Who is Mrs. Sarah? And who am I?" Kinaa wanted to understand the full picture. Mr. Lock did not answer right away. He simply gazed at Kinaa, silently, for a long time, and finally, with a slightly choked voice, said, "It's all my fault. For all these years, I've carried this sense of regret." "I've let you and your mother down! I've made you suffer!" "Are you really my father? Is it truly you?" Jin Nana choked out the words, her voice trembling. "Daughter! I'm truly sorry! Please give my father a chance to make amends—just let me know what you'd like, and I'll do my best!" The CEO of Lock said with deep remorse. "No, thank you—I only want a simple, ordinary life!" Jin Nana wasn't someone who sought wealth or luxury. Though power, status, money, and fame were now essential, what mattered most was having a simple, quiet heart. "Very well! I respect your choice! If you need anything, just call me!" The CEO handed Jin Nana a golden business card. After that, he walked away. Jin Nana didn't look at the card's details—she simply tucked it into her pocket. She was escorted out of the grand mansion by the house steward. As he watched his daughter go, the CEO thought to himself: What now? I absolutely must ensure you live a life of luxury and prosperity. Everything I have achieved today has only meaning because of you. The scene shifts to Rockefeller Center, where George, the president, is proudly listening to the music, idly playing with his wrist and casually propping his legs up. Suddenly, two bodyguards burst in, breathless and disheveled, saying, "President! President! Something's wrong! Something's wrong!" "What's wrong? Have you not even managed to handle a weak woman like Jin Nana?" George snaps, visibly impatient, as he gently chews on his teeth. "It's all my fault! I never expected it to happen on Independence Day!" one of the bodyguards says, looking distressed. "The fireworks were being displayed on the bridge—our movements were completely blocked! We were lucky we managed to escape in time; otherwise, we'd have been arrested by the police!" the other bodyguard adds, voice weary. "You're all useless! You're all complete failures! I just checked—Jin Nana's real identity: just like Gao Liang, she must die!" George pounds the table, furious. "Powell! Get the most capable guards you have and dispatch them to eliminate Jin Nana!" George said to Powell, who had just entered. "Yes! Yes! I'll do it right away! I'll do it right away!" Powell, once given the orders, didn't hesitate a single second—he immediately set off to carry them out. George then kicked the two guards still kneeling on the ground with the firm heel of his leather shoes, shouting, "You two are complete failures! You can't even handle a woman—live! Live!" The force of the kicks landed on their faces and heads, instantly bruising them. The guards quickly bowed low, head to the ground, pleading, "President! President! Let us prove ourselves and make amends! I'll personally bring back the heads of Gao Liang and Jin Nana!" "Don't you move! Don't you go! If you don't bring them back, I'll have you both killed!" George drew a gun from his waist and pointed it at them, sending the two guards into a state of panic. They cried out, "President! Please spare us! We promise to prove ourselves!" "Get out! Get out! Get out!" George was in a terrible mood, kicking the two bodyguards fiercely until he sent them sprawling out the door. The two bodyguards had assumed that once they stepped out of the Rockefeller Center, they'd be safe. Instead, two more arrived, striking each of them with a single baton and declaring, "Remember, George's principle is that no mistake is allowed to repeat!" "Clear as daylight!" the two bodyguards said, clutching their throbbing heads, their voices trembling. Because the chairman knew the value of Gao Liang's profile and recognized his significant commercial potential, he offered him a salary eight times higher than that of Dong Mengyao. The American chairman's efficiency was truly impressive—after the contract was signed, they immediately arranged for Dong Mengyao to be transferred to a dedicated bus bound for Hollywood. As Gao Liang and Dong Mengyao said their goodbyes, Dong Mengyao called out, "Gao Liang, wait for me!" Gao Liang waved back, "Mengyao! Study hard and keep improving yourself. Whenever you need anything, just reach out to me. I'll always be there to support you!" The director truly didn't want to see his daughter go, especially since he himself was about to depart for home with his team shortly. So, he took her hand and said, "Study hard at English—just like Xiao Long, and bring glory to our country!" "Yes, I will!" Dong Mengyao nodded. The dedicated shuttle heading toward Hollywood started moving. Dong Zong and Gao Liang watched Dong Mengyao depart until the vehicle was no longer visible. Dong Zong then firmly held Gao Liang's hand and said, "Gao Liang, my daughter is completely in your hands! Please take good care of her!" "Don't worry! I'll make Mengyao happy!" Gao Liang reassured him, and only then did Dong Zong feel at ease and leave. Now alone again, what about tonight's double practice? How should he go about it? Gao Liang felt puzzled. If only he had known this would be the case, he wouldn't have started practicing double practice at all. But now that he had begun, he had to stick with it. Where should he go? Gao Liang wandered aimlessly through the streets of New York. Oh! There are so many Chinese people here! Where exactly is this place? Ah! It's the New York Chinatown. Today's New York Chinatown has expanded to 45 streets, covering an area exceeding 4 square kilometers. It has fully absorbed the neighboring Jewish and Puerto Rican neighborhoods, gradually consuming the Italian district as well. By 2007, there were already 800,000 Chinese residents in New York, forming four Chinese neighborhoods and ten Chinese communities. The evolution of New York's Chinatown is a living history of the growth and development of overseas Chinese communities. Located in the Lower Manhattan district at the southern end of Manhattan, Chinatown spans from W. 14th Street, extending along Kenney Street, Bleecker Street, Duane Street, Lafayette Street, Broome Street, and the East Broadway Avenue. Just a short distance from the city government and only a stone's throw from Wall Street, the world-renowned international financial center, and adjacent to Broadway, the world's premier performing arts center, its prime geographical location ensures its significant standing in New York. The residents of Chinatown are predominantly Chinese, and most of the commercial activities are centered here. Life in Chinatown is much like that in other Chinese towns such as mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong. Mandarin is the primary language, with various regional dialects also widely spoken. Chinese cuisine forms the staple diet, and there are Chinese newspaper kiosks at many street corners. You can hear Chinese radio broadcasts and watch Chinese television in the evenings. In the United States, only Chinatown offers such conditions and atmosphere. When Gao Liang walks through the streets of New York's Chinatown, he feels a strong sense of homecoming—he notices that nearly all the residents are Chinese. At the same time, Chinese people are actively engaged in commercial activities, primarily running stores, restaurants, and gift shops. The residents mostly come from Guangdong and Hong Kong, and their primary language is Cantonese. While strolling into a random store, he finds that one-third of the shops are restaurants. After stepping out, he looks down the entire street and sees mountains of fruit, herbal medicine, and seafood stalls piled up along both sides, interwoven with elderly shopkeepers selling household goods and elegant Chinese signage. Does New York's Chinatown have the vibrancy of San Francisco's? Gao Liang wants to know the answer, so he walks toward Mott Street. To our surprise, it just so happens that today is a weekend when New York's Chinese community usually comes here to shop, making the street quite crowded. Heading south in this area, Gao Liang spotted a tall statue—representing an ancient Chinese sage, indeed, the symbolic leader of Chinese spirit, Confucius! The space here is also spacious, known as the "Confucius Square." However, the area is densely populated, and if one gets off at the Canal Street subway station and heads directly here, they'll have to wait in long lines to reach it. Gao Liang pushed forward, only to find that the entrance of a large pharmacy named "Zhonghua Western Pharmacy" was packed with people. What were they doing? Gao Liang, being a typical Chinese who enjoys joining in, waited and pushed through. Upon arriving, he saw that they were conducting a pharmaceutical promotion event. A group of over a dozen attractive Chinese women, dressed in pink nurse uniforms, were diligently attending to Chinese patients who came to consult about their health and medications. "Sir, what illness are you experiencing? Would you mind letting me take a look?" "A soft-spoken female nurse said warmly. High-light sounded familiar. She wanted to see her face, but unfortunately, the nurse was wearing a mask and had her hat pulled low, so her facial features were completely out of sight."