Where is Meiji? Gaoliang was puzzled, for when he arrived at the EA office in New York, he found Meiji had not returned at all. He kept calling Meiji’s phone, only to find it was off. Where is Meiji? Gaoliang grew increasingly anxious. He sensed something was wrong—his fundraising efforts were already stressful, and now his close wife had suddenly vanished. It was a real setback. He decided: first, he must settle things with his wife. It was odd—he had been so absorbed in chatting with Qin Xue that he had inadvertently stimulated Meiji. Ah! It seemed no man could truly thrive, whether with or without women. Now, with women in his life, he found himself unable to manage even his own wives. How could an old man be considered a real man? Just a few days ago, he had been confident that, at this pace, he could surpass Wei Xiaobao. But now, looking at himself, he had several women in his life—yet at crucial moments, how many of them were truly by his side? He couldn’t help but compare himself to Wei Xiaobao, whose wives never competed with one another, while his own wives, even his close one Meiji, No way. Gao Liang is truly a top-tier man—someone who must always settle his own wife. He's determined in his heart to become a modern-day Wei Xiaobao. Of course, a man's success begins with a solid career; only with a strong career can he afford to attract more beautiful women. Morgan Bank's refusal to extend loans has plunged Electronic Arts into a deep crisis. As CEO, Gao Liang must come up with a viable solution—or else, within three days, the company's stock market will collapse, and by then, it will be too late. Just at this critical moment, George has struck a decisive blow. Leveraging the vast financial strength of the Rockefeller family, he has bought Electronic Arts' shares at low prices and sold them at high prices, further deepening the company's troubles. Damn it, George—this unkillable rival, this long-standing adversary—has finally targeted Gao Liang with serious pressure. Gao Liang must grow stronger. He must grow stronger. The scene shifts to Jinanana, who is busy with her work in her office at the Rockefeller Center building. Her phone at her waist rings; it's an unfamiliar number. She answers without paying much attention. At that moment, Powell is not there. Upon hearing the call, it's from Morgan Bank, informing her that she needs to visit Wall Street. In the United States, a profound economic crisis is currently unfolding, with many companies laying off large numbers of employees—while Morgan continues to hire, underscoring Morgan Bank's leading position in the financial sector. "Mr. Rod! I'm truly grateful to have the opportunity to work with your company!" Jin Nana expressed her deep appreciation for this highly anticipated role. "Ms. Jin Nana! As arranged by the Chairman of Morgan, you have been officially appointed as a Senior Banking Loan Executive Manager!" Rod smiled and delivered the news, which left Jin Nana utterly stunned. The title of Senior Banking Loan Executive Manager—a prestigious position in the U.S. that has long inspired admiration—now seemed within her grasp with such ease. Jin Nana was overjoyed—this was truly like a dream come true! Then Rod led Ginnna to Morgan's president's office, gave her a brief introduction, and hurried away. Morgan's president invited Ginnna to sit down, and the two of them sat across from each other at a large oval table. Ginnna noticed that Morgan's president was looking at her in a way that felt unusual—full of kindness and warmth. This made Ginnna uncomfortable. She had never been looked at by someone like this before. Only her father had ever looked at her with such tenderness. Could Morgan's president be her father? No, absolutely not. She had left her parents at birth and grown up at New York University Women's College, from elementary school through graduation. Throughout her life, it had always felt as though everything had been carefully arranged—each month, the college provided her with ample living and educational expenses. This special treatment had always puzzled her about her true identity. Whenever she asked university officials, they only replied, "We don't know either!" The mystery of her origins remained unresolved. After graduating from university, she applied for and joined Electronic Arts in the United States, becoming an outstanding employee. Yet, she still felt she enjoyed more favorable benefits than typical employees. She couldn't quite understand herself—what was she, really? Jin Nana didn't know either. At this moment, Jin Nana felt particularly uncomfortable under Morgan's president's gaze. She stood up and said, "Morgan President! If there's nothing else, I'll have to rush off now!" "Ah! Ah!" Morgan suddenly realized and said, "Miss Jin Nana, as a seasoned loan officer from a bank, your primary responsibility is to strictly evaluate loan applications—firmly rejecting clients who don't meet the qualification criteria. After all, our group places great emphasis on the return on investment in capital." "Understood, President!" Jin Nana replied seriously, prompting Morgan to casually add, "Dreamer has truly grown up!" This remark surprised Jin Nana quite a bit—was that Dreamer referring to me? No, absolutely not. In her heart, she firmly dismissed the thought. After stepping out of Morgan's president's office, Jinan immediately got busy. Her own office was warm and romantic, even more so than the one at Rockefeller Center—this wasn't because Rockefeller Center was inferior, but rather due to George's own arrangements. His office was vast and luxurious, while others' offices were small and modest, often lacking even basic furnishings. On Jinan's desk stood a large orchid, whose fragrance she could easily detect with her nose. At that moment, a regular employee approached, looking rather weary and said, "Manager, I'd like to report an issue regarding a loan." With Jinan's nod, the woman began: "The president of Rockefeller Center needs a loan of $10 billion for commercial investments." She then handed over a thick file. Jinanana stared, stunned—George had actually deployed this strategy: issuing large-scale loans, restructuring assets, and actively acquiring and merging numerous companies. Such an ambitious, large-scale approach was rare among the Rockefeller family. "No way! The amount is too huge! We're currently facing inflation and tightening credit conditions. Lending such a massive sum to our bank carries too much risk!" Jinanana shook her head. "But George just called us, putting immense pressure on us. We must resolve this within the next three days!" The female clerk sighed. "He's pushing us too hard—more so than even our bank!" Jinanana complained. "Of course! The Rockefeller conglomerate boasts the most substantial assets among the top ten financial groups in the country, and even the White House president doesn't command their attention!" The clerk rolled her eyes. Jinanana said nothing—indeed, who could blame George, after all, he was the president of the prestigious Rockefeller conglomerate! Jinanana no longer hesitated—she immediately went straight to the CEO, Morgan. Unfortunately, Morgan was on a business trip to Hawaii. It would take a full week to return. What could she do? She called Morgan’s mobile phone, but it was off—likely because Morgan was on a flight. Then she tried to find the interviewer, Rod, only to learn that Rod himself had no authority to intervene. This major decision had to be made by him. What now? Jinanana was completely at a loss. "If only I had a beauty like this as my wife! What a fortune that would be!" one young Black man said, eyes lingering on her with admiration. "Who knows, perhaps someone has already been blessed with such good fortune!" remarked a middle-aged man, staring at Jin Nana for a long time before speaking. Jin Nana paid no attention at all. Gao Liang kept trailing behind, when suddenly someone reached out and grasped Jin Nana's hand, turning to Gao Liang and declaring, "Gao Liang, Jin Nana is mine! If you come any closer, I'll have you out of the way!" Gao Liang looked over—what a surprise! It was his very rival, George. "George! Let her go! She's my wife!" Gao Liang insisted, refusing to back down. "Hahahaha! Gao Liang, if you'd said that before, I'd have accepted it. But now..." George gave Jin Nana a sly, enigmatic smile. Gao Liang quickly turned to Jin Nana and asked, "Jin Nana, is this true?" George fixed his gaze on her face, and Jin Nana felt an invisible pressure building. She "Did you hear that? She's already mine!" George beamed, turning fiercely toward Gao Liang and shouting, "You dared to chase after my woman today? You're asking for it!" Gao Liang's raised fist hung suspended in the air. Five of George's bodyguards had gathered around him, and George, full of disdain and pride, declared, "Gao Liang, come on! Hit me! Show some courage!" Without making a move, Gao Liang's eyes blazed with fury. Seeing Gao Liang hesitate, George grew increasingly confident and proclaimed, "I knew all along you lacked the nerve!" As soon as he finished speaking, George felt a heavy blow land squarely on his head—his vision blurred, his body spun, and his head rang with a loud hum. "Ah!" blood welled up on his forehead and streamed down his cheeks, pooling on the ground. "Quick! Quick! Seize this young man! Capture him! Hit him hard! Hit him until he's unconscious!" As soon as George spoke, the five bodyguards immediately surrounded Gao Liang. Huangdao remained calm, but Jinanaa pleaded with George, asking him to spare Huangdao. George now detested Huangdao more than ever, and he shouted at his five bodyguards, "What are you all waiting for? Seize him!" The five bodyguards immediately formed a tight circle, completely encircling Huangdao. Their faces were grim. Leading one of them swiftly drew a short knife over a foot long and stabbed at Huangdao, who, thanks to his Chinese martial arts training, easily dodged. The bodyguard missed, nearly impaling another one. George roared, "You're blind! You're complete failures!" Under George's relentless pressure, the bodyguards each brandished their weapons and launched furious attacks on Huangdao. Huangdao skillfully dodged and weaved, yet George's forces were numerous and strong, and gradually, Huangdao began to tire. When George was about to press the trigger on his short pistol aimed at Gao Liang, he found his own hands tightly grasped by another. To his surprise, it was Jin Nana, who was now wiping tears from her eyes and pleading, "Don't hurt Gao Liang—please give him a chance!" George kicked Jin Nana aside and fired a shot at Gao Liang, who was struck and fell into a pool of blood. "Gao Liang! You survived last time. This time, I'm making sure you're completely finished!" With that, George aimed another shot at Gao Liang's head. But Jin Nana, in a frenzy, threw her body in front of him, blocking the way. George, now desperate, pointed the pistol at Jin Nana's head and shouted fiercely, "I'll shoot you if you don't move! I count to three!" Under George's relentless pressure, Jin Nana forgot about her own death. "One, two…" George counted, and Jin Nana's body remained motionless—how strong she was! To George, it was absolutely terrifying—this beautiful woman facing death with such calmness. George felt afraid, because although he wasn't entirely clear about Kinana's identity, if he were to kill her right then, it might be detrimental to his own position. Moreover, he had long been captivated by Kinana's beauty. So, he feigned sincerity, accepting the gun with a smile and saying to Kinana, "My dear, how could I possibly kill you too? I'm merely playing around! Besides, we're getting married tomorrow!" At that moment, George and his five bodyguards departed, leaving only Kinana behind. Kinana gently touched the body lying in the pool of blood, and found it cold and lifeless. When she checked his breath, there was none. Remembering the countless days they had shared together, Kinana broke down in tears. The tears fell upon Highuang's body, soaking him completely. Near the heart, the wound from the gunshot was severe, with a great deal of blood flowing. Jinanana had studied medicine at Stanford University's School of Medicine and was well-versed in emergency patient care. She tore off a corner of her elegant clothing, wrapping the bright, glistening wound tightly, while at the same time arranging for the bright one to be transported to a hospital. At the hospital, the doctors shook their heads, as the bright one's breathing and heartbeat had completely ceased. The hospital declared the patient deceased. Jinanana wept bitterly, her tears now completely dried up. At that moment, she stood by the bright one's bedside, holding him tightly and crying: "Husband, it's all my fault! I was jealous because you had other women while still possessing me—because I loved you so deeply! If you could only come back to life, I wouldn't mind anything at all, as long as you were safe and well!" "Really? Jinanana! Are you truly thinking this?" A familiar voice gently reached Jinanana's ears, and she was stunned to find that Gao Liang was still alive and able to speak. "Husband! It's all my fault! You must survive! You must survive! So many things still need you to do—especially what you promised me: to travel the world with me!" Jinanana clutched Gao Liang's hand. "But truly, I can't make it!" Gao Liang's voice grew weaker and weaker, and Jinanana's heart tightened with every word. "Husband! Hold on! I believe you can make it through this!" Jinanana encouraged him with all her strength, quickly crying out, "Doctor! Doctor! Come quickly! My husband is alive!" The doctors rushed over, checked his breathing, and said together, "He was only briefly clinically dead! Hurry! Hurry! Begin immediate resuscitation!" More than ten nurses were bustling in and out under the doctor's guidance. Jin Nana walked restlessly back and forth along the corridor outside the operating room, praying fervently to God: "Lord, God, please show your mercy! Save my husband, Gao Liang! He suffered such a great ordeal because of me. He's such a good man—he endured so much just for me! Yet, at this very moment, I can't do anything for him. In my heart, he has always been my ideal husband. If he survives, I will truly take good care of him, become his devoted wife, comfort him, give him strength, courage, and determination!" After finishing her prayer, the operating room door opened. The doctor's forehead was beaded with large drops of sweat, his expression serious, while the nurse beside him sighed helplessly. "What's wrong, Doctor? Is Gao Liang still in good condition?" Jin Nana asked gently. The doctor shook his head and said, "Miss Jin, please calm down!" Although the bullet had been removed, we discovered that the patient still had a critical issue—he...唉! It seems he's beyond help!" The doctor's words left Jin Nana completely puzzled. She rushed in without hesitation, only to find the operating room door closed. Outside, the doctor turned to the dozen nurses and said, "Let's go!" Now, the operating room was left with only Jin Nana and Gao Liang. Watching Gao Liang, barely breathing, Jin Nana felt deeply moved. Gao Liang's lips trembled weakly as he said, "Jin Nana, don't worry about me. Just let me go." "No, my husband! I absolutely must see you live! Only when you're alive can I truly feel alive!" Jin Nana insisted firmly. "But right now," Gao Liang stammered, finding it extremely difficult to say, "I truly believe I should die. I never should have started practicing... " His words faltered there. Jin Nana, a woman of exceptional sensitivity, noticed immediately—Gao Liang's penis was already fully erect, nearly bursting through his pants. Jinanana blushed deeply, yet without hesitation, she said, "Husband! I've always been yours—just as long as you want me! I'll take good care of you!" "Wife! You're so wonderful!" Gao Liang eagerly grasped Jinanana's delicate hands. It began! It began! Gao Liang and his chief wife were now practicing double-attunement together. A soft glow illuminated the operating room. One by one, Jinanana removed her garments, tossing them to the floor, fully revealing her fair, graceful figure. For a long time, Gao Liang hadn't seen his chief wife Jinanana's delicate form—now, he completely forgot his postoperative discomfort. His member grew even more rigid. Heaven help him—something warm was gushing out.