On the 18th floor of Morgan Bank's Wall Street headquarters, the moment the two arrived, employees became instantly energized, since their boss had come to address their concerns personally. The office held a lively kick-off meeting chaired by Gao Liang. After the speech, secretary Meiji took on more detailed tasks—such as gathering monthly operational reports and compiling summaries of employees' performance across various departments—demonstrating that being a CEO's secretary is far from a relaxed role. Meiji now fully understood just how demanding the job could be, though it had been her own choice to begin with. She had simply wanted to spend every day with her husband, and being a secretary had seemed like the ideal path. Yet, the ideal path turned out to be both intricate and endlessly busy. "Hey, dear! Go fetch me a glass of water!" After his speech, Gao Liang was parched and called Meiji "my wife" right in front of everyone, prompting many employees to burst into laughter. "Hmph!" "You're going to pour it yourself? Didn't I just finish organizing a pile of reports?!" Meiji protested seriously, her back now aching from standing for so long. "Then shall I ask someone else to do it?" Gao Liang, even amidst his busy schedule, never lost his sense of humor. With a casual wave of his hand, a young, attractive female clerk appeared. Meiji felt a pang of jealousy, quickly tossing her reports aside and declaring, "I'll do it!" She then went ahead, despite her fatigue, to pour the tea. Gao Liang took a sip—what a wonderful cup! It was actually Japanese tea ceremony. When had Meiji started learning tea ceremony? How thoughtful and attentive she had become to her husband! Haha, with such a lovely, well-groomed wife taking care of me, I'm not even going to complain about the fatigue. Finally, after sorting through all the scattered office matters, it was already 8 p.m. Now, all the company staff had left, and only Meiji and Gao Liang remained. "Husband! I'm absolutely exhausted today! I really can't go on!" "I knew being a secretary would be this tiring—I'd never have agreed to it!" Mei-ki lay on the sofa, motionless. "I'm also tired, but we have our ways!" Gao Liang smiled mysteriously. "What kind of ways?" Mei-ki showed genuine interest. "My dear! Let's try a double session!" Gao Liang leaned close to Mei-ki's ear, deliberately blowing soft breaths into her ear, making her feel itchy. "If you don't agree, I'm leaving!" Gao Liang suddenly stopped blowing, then pretended to prepare to leave. "Husband, don't go!" Mei-ki, now slightly flustered by the breath, said with a touch of shy charm, "Husband, I want a double session!" Gao Liang was completely surprised at how easily he had convinced Mei-ki—now that she would serve him all night long—and said proudly, "We'll have double sessions every day. We'll never get tired!" "Having said that, the couple once again engaged in a passionate battle of wits in the chairman's office—more intense than their encounter in Tokyo's Ginza. Mei-ki wore a stylish professional suit, a popular choice among modern office women. High-light often walked through Manhattan, admiring these women in such attire passing by him, finding it a delightful sight. Now, his own wife had come to New York and had adopted this very look—exactly what he had been longing for. Another allure of the professional uniform! What a delight—High-light truly enjoyed being thus enticed. He seized Mei-ki firmly and, addressing her with gentle charm, said, 'Honey! You're on top, I'll be on the bottom. Let's practice our dual harmony!' Mei-ki, surprisingly, was so obedient and graceful. As High-light and Mei-ki moved in rhythm, Mei-ki's flowing black hair swayed gently with each motion of her body. With her eyes half-closed and her delicate nose softly humming, she fully immersed herself in the fresh, perfect sensations High-light was bringing to her. 'Husband!' You're absolutely amazing! I love you so much! Hurry up, my wife still wants more!" The suggestive words from Meguri filled Hiang with renewed energy. He quickened his movements and intensity, and Meguri endured Hiang's relentless, storm-like assaults, her graceful position riding over him, breathtakingly beautiful. Seeing Meguri flushed and softly murmuring with delight, as if completely conquered by him, Hiang grew even more tender and said to her, "My dear wife! I promise you, I'll make you the happiest woman in the world!" After the climax, Meguri collapsed into Hiang's arms, gently caressing his strong muscles and said, "Husband, being your wife is truly wonderful—I feel so fulfilled!" And then, the two of them kissed each other again. Highlight, with Meiji by his side, practices dual cultivation every evening, and the next day they both feel exceptionally energetic—something that seems incredible to most people. However, *Decoding the Secret* has already conducted a thorough analysis of Highlight's physical constitution, confirming that he is exceptionally suited for dual cultivation, making him a rare talent of a century. With both Highlight and Meiji full of energy, they are able to work more effectively the following day. As they review the data reports David has gathered on George at EA, Meiji, being meticulous, remarks, "Husband, there seems to be something wrong with this report!" "Really?" Highlight is initially unconvinced. But upon reviewing it again, his eyes light up—what on earth! The report appears to be fabricated! For, by accident, Highlight uses his intuitive vision to spot a second set of overlapping numbers beneath the figures in the invoice. "Fetch the photographic developing solution!" he exclaims. Meiji brings it over, and Highlight immerses the report in it. "Wow! What a magical effect!" The original billing figure was clearly visible—proof! George had faked it with premium correction fluid!" Meiji exclaimed in amazement. "Exactly! This is solid evidence that George has embezzled assets from Microsoft!" Gao Liang said, as if he had found a treasure. "Indeed, George is quite unbearable—he always manages to clash with his husband. This time, we must defeat him, no matter how strong he is!" Meiji clenched her small pink fist. Gao Liang found it most delightful—what a wonderful Japanese woman she was. To have such a beautiful woman by one's side, standing united against the same enemy, working hand in hand, side by side—this was already a great happiness. Only, where is his wife, Jinanah now? No, I must quickly find her and bring her back to me. With both a primary and a secondary wife by my side, my life, Gao Liang, will be truly complete. The scene shifts to San Francisco, in a private garden located 60 miles southeast of the city. An elder in his sixties lies motionless on a lounge chair in the estate, while a female servant comforts him, saying, "Mr. Angus! George hasn't returned yet. You should rest now—there's no point in waiting any longer." "Doesn't he even stop by to see his own father? I've devoted my entire life to building George's fortune, amassing billions of wealth, yet in the end, he never finds time to come and see me—even once! What a pity!" Mr. Angus sighs deeply, his eyes filled with profound disappointment. "Don't worry, sir! Wait a moment—look! Someone has arrived!" Without purpose, the servant turns her head and sees a taxi parked outside the garden, with a beautiful woman of golden hair and bright eyes stepping out, accompanied by two bodyguards. "You must be..." Mr. Angus says, gazing at them with curiosity. "Mr. Angus! My name is Jin Nana. These two are my companions. May I ask if this telegram is one you sent?" Jin Nana asked respectfully. Mr. Angus took the glasses from the maid, put them on, and looked at the telegram, saying, "Yes! I asked George to come see me—yet I didn't have time to reply! What a shame—once he's grown strong on his own, he completely forgets me!" "Mr. Angus! Is George really your son?" Jin Nana asked seriously. Mr. Angus nodded. "But now George's status has changed—he is now the president of the Rockefeller Center!" Jin Nana's words startled Mr. Angus so much that his glasses nearly fell off. "Really? To call young Rockefeller his father! What a blow to our Angus family's reputation! Our Angus family has long been a major force in the rubber industry worldwide. George, however, has forgotten his own father and now treats me as just a milkmaid—what a pity! What a pity!" "The chairman was deeply saddened and overwhelmed," said Jinanana. "So, please step in at the crucial moment and bring back your son!" "I haven't quite passed away yet, though I'm quite limited in my mobility," the chairman sighed. "You needn't worry at all—we will take excellent care of your well-being," Jinanana said sincerely, which gave the chairman peace of mind. "Skin, Mr. President! I really didn't take it!" Powell was vigorously defending himself. George still wanted to be angry, but seeing Powell's earnest, resolute demeanor, he thought for a moment and said, "Could it be Naina? Is it her? Did she take it?" "Mr. President! Think about it—who else could it be?" Powell reminded him. "Right! This woman has been playing me! I've been feeling all these days that she's been putting on a show for me. If my secrets come out, I'm in serious trouble—my position as president is at stake, and then all my plans against Gao Liang will fall apart! Quickly! Quickly! Capture Naina and those two bodyguards!" George said urgently. Just as he was speaking, Naina returned! Holding the telegram in her hand, she played a joke on George, saying, "Mr. President, what a pity—I didn't even look at it. I treated it as a routine commercial priority, only realized this morning while organizing my files. Here it is, now I'm returning it to you!" "But George, being clever, wasn't easily convinced. At that moment, two bodyguards arrived and said, 'Mr. President George! Miss Jinan truly began organizing those files this morning!' George sniffed coldly and said, 'Is that so?' Still deeply doubtful in his heart. Jinan, as if she had read his thoughts, replied, 'If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Powell—he knows me best! That urgent telegram was actually placed right on my desk by him!' At this, George turned angrily toward Powell and demanded, 'So who among you is telling the truth? Who actually took that urgent telegram?' 'This, this, Mr. President!' Powell trembled, his legs shaking and his whole body quivering. 'Powell, listen to me—should you not tell the truth, I'll shoot you right here!' This time, George truly drew his short pistol from his waist and aimed it directly at Powell's forehead, threatening him. "It's him! It's him!" Jinanana and the two bodyguards insisted firmly. Powell yielded, saying, "President! It's me! It's me! I had it first, because I share the same large office with Jinanana, so she treated it as a business urgent message!" "Why didn't you admit it earlier? I really trusted you!" George actually didn't believe anyone right now—he was especially irritable and passionate. "President! It's all my fault!" Powell held his face in his hands, embarrassed. With a touch of apology, George turned to Jinanana and said, "I was mistaken earlier—I doubted you!" Jinanana smiled gently and asked, "The day after tomorrow is approaching—have you made all the preparations?" Her smile was sweet and warm. George, gazing at the lovely, youthful woman, felt a flutter in his chest, his eyes narrowing into a slender line. "I never thought you'd still be thinking about our auspicious day!" "George, from now on, I'm yours—please don't doubt me anymore, okay?" Jinanah sent George a soft, lingering glance, and immediately his lower body responded. Watching this beauty, George felt delighted, and said, "Jinanah, you're finally mine!" He instinctively reached to embrace her at the waist, but Jinanah deftly stepped aside, speaking with a gentle voice, "George, don't rush me! After the auspicious day passes, I'll be completely yours!" This made George feel at ease. He then roared at his secretary beside him, "I'm in high spirits today! Get me a large plate of the finest steaks—fresh and clean!" The secretary hurried off to prepare. Soon, George was enjoying his crispy, delicious steaks, feeling content. In his heart, he thought, "Gao Liang, now I've got money, reputation, status, and beauty—all coming together! You want to outshine me? I'll leave you nothing but dust!" "Your big wife is mine—the woman who completely conquered you on my wedding day! Haha! I'm absolutely thrilled!" The scene shifts to Gao Liang, who has returned from Tokyo to New York and has now been there for three days. With just three days left, if the remaining 1.5 billion isn't raised, Electronic Arts will be unable to revive itself. What to do? Money is needed. The only option is to borrow—it's time to reach out to Morgan Bank! As one of the top ten financial conglomerates in the U.S., Morgan Group holds the lifelines of other financial institutions. Gao Liang and Mei Ji arrive at the 18th floor branch of Morgan Bank and explain their situation to a teller. The teller shakes her head and says, "The amount is too large—we'll need someone to guarantee it." "I'll guarantee it with my Chinese martial arts game!" Gao Liang says with hope. "No way!" the female teller replies coldly. "Then let's use my father's Nintendo game company as the guarantee!" Mei Ji reveals her backup plan. The female salesperson smiled and said, "If we're not in the U.S., we can agree, but in New York, with such a large amount, we absolutely need a strong, well-established corporate group to provide guarantees!" Gao Liang and Mi Kei were stunned. Who could serve as a guarantor? This was indeed a difficult question to answer. Yet Gao Liang mentioned several companies related to his own firm. The female salesperson shook her head vigorously, as if a windmill were turning, saying, "Didn't I make it clear just now? We need a truly strong, powerful corporate group!" Gao Liang and Mi Kei were now completely hopeless. Gao Liang immediately called Qin Xue, the Vice President of the New York International Sports School at the 68th floor of the Empire State Building. As soon as Qin Xue heard Gao Liang's voice, she immediately brightened up and pouted, saying, "Gao Liang, you haven't come by to see me for a whole week now—I'm so lonely!" Just as she finished speaking, Gao Liang said seriously, "Right now, I need a substantial sum of money. I'd "Oh no! Not this time! I just went to the dedicated funds management committee today and applied for it—making it open to public oversight. So it's now locked in. If you had only said it a day earlier, I wouldn't have had to go through all that!" Qin Xue said, sounding rather disappointed. "Alright! I'm hanging up!" Gao Liang said, and was about to end the call. But Qin Xue grew increasingly anxious on the other end, saying, "Gao Liang, I really need you to come over to my place tonight. I haven't finished my chocolate ice cream yet—I want to share it with you!" "I'm too busy! You should eat it yourself!" Gao Liang responded, completely emotionless. "Hmph! You took my interest, now you're ignoring me! If only I had known this would happen, I'd have..." Qin Xue began to sniffle. Gao Liang quickly comforted her on the phone, saying, "Don't cry! Crying will hurt your health. My husband is simply very busy right now. Once he finishes up, he'll come back to see you, won't he?" "With that, Qin Xue felt much better. She said, 'Gao Liang, my parents have both arrived and have been settled under your arrangements. My mother's illness is progressing very smoothly in New York, and my father is now working as a logistics manager at the sports school we recently established. I truly have to thank you for all your support—both for me and for my family!' Gao Liang said he would definitely visit Qin Xue's parents if he wasn't too busy at the moment. Qin Xue listened with great delight, growing even more devoted to Gao Liang. On the phone, she gave him three consecutive soft kisses, making Gao Liang feel restless and excited. In an intimate tone, he said, 'Be careful—I'm coming back to take care of you!' 'Gao Liang, no, my love, you come back and take care of me—come back and take care of me!' Qin Xue's voice was gentle, sweet, and cozy. It's no wonder that the Japanese man, Mitsuhiro Sanbe, was completely enchanted and lost in her charm, unable to tell which direction was north or south. No way, Old Zai is really fed up. Gaoqing quickly hangs up the phone and looks around—only to find Meiji has already left. Wow! I was so focused on my call that I completely forgot Meiji was sitting right there. Man, Old Zai is truly clumsy. Now I have no idea how Meiji will react to me.