Gao Liang arrived here, watching the bustling stream of international tourists, and felt much more at ease. He purchased a ticket and joined the flowing crowd heading to the elevator. Gao Liang particularly enjoyed this kind of leisurely travel experience, following the sightseers from the base of the statue up to the top through the elevator, then ascending the 171-step spiral staircase inside the goddess statue to reach the crown at the summit. As he climbed the spiral staircase, he noticed that for the convenience of visitors, there were rest seats placed every three steps, allowing those who couldn't make it all the way to pause and rest. Upon reaching the crown, he found the space opened up, no longer as crowded as the staircase. The area could accommodate up to 40 people at once, with 25 small iron windows opening around it, each about one meter high. Gaoliang looked out through the window, marveling at the scene: on the east, the towering skyscrapers of Manhattan, known as "Steel Babylon," rose in a dense cluster; to the south, the New York Bay stretched endlessly, with rippling waves and ships reflecting in harmony; to the north, the Hudson River wound gracefully into the distance. Deeply enchanted by the view, Gaoliang gazed intently, when a bright female voice beside him exclaimed, "Wow! It's so beautiful! The Statue of Liberty here is so grand and majestic—much more impressive than the miniature replica we saw in Tokyo's Odaiba coastal park in Japan. I truly love this place!" "If you like it, we can climb up to the top—then the view will be even more breathtaking!" a man said in fluent Japanese. Wait a minute—how familiar was that voice? Especially the woman's voice—yes, very familiar. It had been a long time since he last heard it. Highlight turned to look at the woman speaking in Japanese, but could only see the back of the Japanese man leading her upward as they had just walked rightward from the crown. It seemed they intended to continue climbing, and Highlight followed them through the narrow spiral staircase, reaching the base of the torch at the high point of the statue’s right arm—a spot that could accommodate twelve people viewing the scenery from windows. "Having said that, Xuémén couldn't help but reach for Mei Ji's waist, but Mei Ji made every effort to restrain herself, saying, "Stop talking! This is my matter! You don't need to get involved!" "Miss Mei Ji! I know you've always loved Gao Liang, and I know he's a truly excellent man. But I can't bear the loneliness you've been enduring every night. If you're not happy with Gao Liang, then I feel it's my duty to make you happy!" Xuémén's words carried a strong sense of masculine appeal. Mei Ji closed her eyes in deep distress. Indeed, these days she had been living through loneliness. She had left Tokyo, Japan, to pursue Gao Liang, only to find out in the Dayu Lake area of Taiwan that Gao Liang had already departed. The staff at the EA headquarters in Redwood City, California, informed her that Gao Liang was now in New York. So she traveled to New York, only to find that the EA office staff said Li General had gone out, and as for whether he would return or when—there was no information at all. She felt deeply disappointed. When she was at her lowest, Xuecun appeared at the right moment, suggesting they take a walk together and enjoy a sightseeing trip to the Statue of Liberty in New York. Suddenly, a scene that nearly overwhelmed Meiji emerged—Xuecun knelt down before her, asking for just one chance. He praised her grace and beauty with warm, admiring words, saying, "After all, Gao Liang isn't aware of it yet—being unfaithful can actually be very passionate." Meiji's heart raced, her face flushed, and her breathing quickened. With her eyes closed, tears glistening, she gazed into the distance and said, "Gao Liang, do you know? I've been so lonely. Every night, I really need you." Yet you only cared about yourself, completely ignoring my feelings as a woman. I can't bear this life that feels so suffocating and lonely... " Snowmura seized the moment when Meiji was emotionally and physically most in need. Indeed, a seasoned lover, he had previously claimed to be preserving Meiji's virginity—purely a fabrication. With his rather clumsy hands, he gently touched Meiji's inviting softness. Meiji, emotionally drained and in a state of profound stillness, had forgotten to pull away and was thus touched by Snowmura. Fortunately, Meiji was wearing a slightly thicker top, so Snowmura didn't completely succeed in his advances. Yet Snowmura wasn't satisfied—he needed to act now. He leaned close to Meiji's ear, his voice full of allure, saying, "Gao Liang is a true romantic—he has numerous women, each one he takes on, he soon lets go of. Sometimes he even forgets their names. How utterly indulgent he is! With me, you won't have to endure such loneliness. I promise to be by your side every day, sharing life's greatest pleasures with you!" Xuecun was truly brilliant—he had left Meiji completely powerless to resist. This time, he seized her firmly in his arms, ready to kiss her lips, but suddenly felt a strong external force pulling him to the side. At the same time, a voice rang out clearly: "Don't move my woman! Anyone who moves my woman—dies!" Meiji, witnessing Gao Liang's commanding presence expressing such deep concern for her, was momentarily stunned. Xuecun, pretending to remain composed, adjusted his slightly deformed tie, pulled by Gao Liang, and asked, "Gao Liang, is Meiji truly your woman? Have you truly brought her happiness?" "Crack!" Xuecun's face was struck hard by Gao Liang, the blow so forceful that it instantly caused swelling. Xuecun had never been hit so firmly before. Meiji couldn't bear it and addressed Gao Liang, the one displaying such violence, saying, "Gao Liang, you are truly too harsh!" "What's harsh about me? He deserves it!" Gao Liang spoke with cold, unyielding resolve. "Meiji-san!" Really sorry, I have to go! The bonsai you wanted—I've already arranged freight to Japan for you!" As she was leaving, Yukura didn't forget to be charming with Mizu, and Mizu was actually fooled by his act. "Mizu, come with me! You're my woman!" Gao Liang extended his hand, but Mizu didn't take it. She simply said coldly, "I'm going back to Japan with him! I don't like being here!" "Because of me?" Gao Liang asked, his temples bulging with anger—this was the first time Mizu had seen him like this. Clearly, he was furious. Mizu said nothing. She rushed down the stairs, following Yukura, saying, "Wait for me! I'm going back to Japan with you!" This statement left Gao Liang deeply disappointed. His first wife, Jinanana, had already left him, and he didn't even know where she was now. After all, he had only recently met Mizu—now Yukura had stepped in and disrupted everything between him and Mizu. No way. It's the old Li's woman. Old Li can't just let them go like this. Gao Liang leapt down and blocked Xu Cun and Mei Ji's path at the ground floor hall of the Statue of Liberty. "Get out of my way! If you don't, I'll call for help!" Mei Ji looked completely unfamiliar; Gao Liang couldn't read her expression. Xu Cun, standing by, said with confidence, "Gao Liang, you just gave me a slap earlier. I held back because I wanted to please Mei Ji. If you really want to block me, I'll immediately send my people to push you out!" Xu Cun is truly cunning—subtle and strategic, and he's also making himself popular with the top-tier beauty, Mei Ji. Yet Gao Liang seemed completely unaware, firmly pulling Mei Ji and declaring, "You're mine!" "Help! Help! Someone's being rude!" Mei Ji suddenly broke into a cry. Xuecun blew a whistle, and instantly three or four broad-shouldered men appeared, dressed like Japanese military officers. With a glance, Xuecun signaled one of them, who then gave Gao Liang a sharp slap. The blow was powerful, and Gao Liang, unprepared, stumbled, nearly falling. Xuecun laughed heartily, "This slap is your repayment!" At that moment, Gao Liang had forgotten the burning pain on his face and paid no attention to Xuecun or the three or four broad-shouldered men. All he saw was Meiji. He softened his tone, completely changing from his earlier commanding demeanor, and said gently, "Meiji! I want you to tell me a heartfelt truth—right in front of everyone—do you truly love me?" Meiji looked at Gao Liang's swollen face, feeling touched, after all, this was the man she had longed for every day. Yet, at this moment, she lacked the courage to loudly declare, "I love you, husband! I love you!" "If they had been together in Tokyo during the highlight of their time there, Meiji would have easily expressed her feelings. But now, after being separated for several months, she feels increasingly distant from him. Meiji hesitates, still unable to bring herself to say it. 'Meiji! A man like Gao Liang simply doesn't deserve your love! If you're going to love and marry someone, you should choose a Japanese man—someone worthy of your dignity! Gao Liang already has so many women! He won't be devoted to you!' Xue Mu interrupts, looking at Gao Liang with clear disdain. This very remark shakes Meiji. She gives a cold laugh and says, 'Gao Liang, truly, being your wife has been exhausting! I am truly drained.'" "Mikiko's tears flowed. Gōtō realized how much he had fallen short—how he had failed to share a normal life with her, only because of his own relentless busyness. As the CEO of two multinational corporations, he was constantly traveling: today in China, tomorrow in Japan, the day after in the United States. All this travel was driven by his career. But was his career truly flourishing? Was he himself truly well-rested? In the end, both his wives were growing increasingly distant from him." "Miiko, I truly regret it. Please give me a chance—let me truly make it up to you. Will you agree?" Gōtō spoke these words with genuine sincerity. Before Mikiko could respond, Yukura laughed with a mocking tone. "Gōtō, you don't deserve to be considered a man. Can you guarantee that you'll be with her as consistently as I have been?" At that moment, Gōtō's phone buzzed urgently. He answered, speaking fluently in Japanese: "Please don't worry—I'll be there in Tokyo right away!" "Haha! Miiko-san! Did you see that?" "Highlight is just a workaholic—he can't give you happiness!" Shu Mu smiled proudly. Mei Ji suppressed her inner stirrings and said, "Shu Mu! Stop! I'm going back to Japan!" Watching Highlight walk away with unwavering determination, as if she were invisible, Mei Ji silently thought, "Highlight, are we truly growing farther apart? Highlight arrived at New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport in his Ferrari, bought a ticket, and boarded the flight to Tokyo. Meanwhile, Highlight's first wife, Jin Nana, had left after the couple first appeared at Qi Yuan 3 Restaurant. She had to find a new job. One day, while strolling down the street, a promotional poster was blown to the ground, and Jin Nana happened to step on it. Picking it up, she noticed—it was a job posting: "(Morgan Invites You)"—a job announcement from Morgan Bank, one of America's top ten financial conglomerates. Jin Nana eagerly took it and decided to give it a try. That same day, when she submitted her application materials online, her phone rang while she was still asleep at a hotel the next morning—what a surprise! It was an interview call from Morgan Bank. Jin Nana, a Stanford graduate who had also studied finance and trade at New York University, handled the phone interview smoothly, and both parties agreed to meet in person the following day. The highly anticipated day arrived. Jin Nana looked fresh and well-dressed, embodying the classic image of a polished American corporate professional. She took a taxi to the eighth floor of Morgan Building on Wall Street. The on-site interviewer was a middle-aged American man named Rod. Rod posed numerous questions related to finance, which Jin Nana answered thoroughly. He was satisfied, yet he did not offer immediate employment. Instead, he said, "Ms. Jin Nana, we are only responsible for the interview process. The final hiring decision will be made by the CEO. Please remain patient!" Jinana placed all her detailed application materials in the hands of the interviewer, Rod, and with a polite greeting, she gracefully left. As soon as Jinana departed, Mr. Morgan stepped out from the inner room and asked the interviewer how the interview went. Rod presented the full set of Jinana’s materials to the president, who brightened up and exclaimed excitedly, “She’s finally back!” Rod stood there, stunned. The scene shifts to our male lead, Gao Liang. As soon as the plane touched down in Tokyo, Gao Liang rushed immediately to the China Wushu game company, shouting at the operations manager, Sohji, “I now command you—immediately reduce the China Wushu game stock by two percentage points!” “Wait a minute! The commercial competition on the game website is so fierce—just one more week, and we’ll completely defeat Nintendo!” "~Person~ Matsui has indeed been a loyal servant to Takahashi, yet Takahashi firmly stated: 'I'd rather lose $100 million than see Nintendo Games come back to life!' ~Book~ Matsui anxiously reminded: 'We're already operating at a massive loss. If we continue to hold onto face, our Wushu Games will have no place to stand in Japan!' ~Room~ 'Do exactly as I say!' Matsui sighed, operating at the massive computer, lowering Wushu Games' stock by 2 percentage points. 'Matsui, where are Mayumi's parents hospitalized? I need to visit them immediately!' Takahashi asked with genuine concern. Matsui cried out, 'How generous of you, Takahashi! You've not only given them $100 million, but you're also visiting our rivals!' 'Enough!' Takahashi took the hospital address from Matsui's trembling hands and quickly rushed to Aizuhonsha Hospital in Tokyo. At Aizuhonsha Hospital, a swift rescue operation was underway. Motochika, the father of Mizuki, and his wife were once again placed on the operating table. This time, using the most advanced diagnostic equipment, doctors pinpointed the exact location of their chest issues and immediately proceeded with surgery—urgently, without delay. Yet no one at the scene dared to sign the consent form, as the procedure still carried significant risk: should it fail, their lives might not be saved. As everyone hesitated, a young Chinese man stepped forward and said, "I'll sign!" "May I ask if you're a family member of the patients?" the physician inquired. "I am!" replied the young man, his tone firm. Motochika and his wife, lying on their hospital beds, looked at him with deep gratitude. Nevertheless, the physician remained uncertain, as such a signature would be invalid. "Wait a moment," the doctor insisted, yet Motochika and his wife's condition was rapidly deteriorating—now spitting white foam, their eyes rolling back, their bodies rigid. "Dad! Mom! Daughter is back! I came a little late!" A clear and bright voice rang out among the crowd. Miss Miki, charming and graceful, appeared before everyone's eyes, accompanied by someone remarkably out of place—Hoshino. Hoshino, looking at Gao Liang who was present, was astonished: "Gao Liang, everyone knows that Chinese martial arts games and Nintendo games are natural rivals. You coming here to the hospital—aren't you like a fox visiting a chicken, with nothing but good intentions?" At that moment, a shareholder rushed up, shouting wildly: "The stock price of the Chinese Martial Arts Games Company has been automatically lowered by two percentage points, reviving the Nintendo Games Company—how strange that these two companies are either friends or rivals!" "According to the latest news, the CEO of the Chinese Martial Arts Games Company, Gao Liang, returned to Tokyo first and immediately set out to rescue the Nintendo Games Company—ignoring his own interests! This is truly a miracle in business history!" A television set on the corridor was broadcasting this news live. Mikiko was stunned, her eyes wide open, gazing again at the man she had long dreamed of. Shiraishi mocked Gao Liang: "Gao Liang, for Mikiko, you've lost a hundred million dollars—no, if you count the long-term impact, it's actually eighteen million! Hehe! I wonder how you'll manage to establish yourself in Japan. Only a fool would act this way!" "But Hikari firmly stated, 'As long as I can gain Misaki's understanding, I'll find every sacrifice worthwhile—even if I have nothing left!'”