hollywood billionaire

Chapter 509 The Immortal Couple
"I know."

Han Yi's voice was very soft.

He didn't look at her, but instead turned his gaze to a little girl not far away who was clumsily holding onto Minnie's bow while stumbling towards her parents with outstretched arms.

And then there was the elderly couple who embraced tenderly in front of the castle, and amidst the encouragement and cheers of their family, they kissed each other tremblingly, capturing that moment forever in a Polaroid photograph.

Everything here silently explains what "happiness" is.

Within this enchanted realm, completely enveloped by fairy tales, the sunlight washed away all the dust from the outside world, and Han Yi suddenly felt an unprecedented clarity.

The other three relationships he had been entangled with now seemed so distant and blurry, as if they were locked firmly outside the gates of paradise. They were realities he had to return to and face, but they should not intrude upon this place, much less taint the sincere heart that the girl before him had so carefully offered.

Let liking be just liking, as pure as a child standing on tiptoe trying to reach a balloon, without any practical considerations. This is perhaps the only responsibility he can shoulder at this moment, and the only gift he wants to give her that is worthy of her.

Even if he leaves this place, he may still not be able to immediately become a perfect partner, nor can he give anyone a flawless ending. But at least for this moment, in this dreamlike fairytale kingdom, he is determined to give himself entirely to the present, to Youzhen.

After all, things have come to this point, there's no turning back now.

Let's move forward.

There are advantages to giving up entirely.

At least, at this moment the sunlight was clear, the wind was sweet, and her eyes were like morning stars just washed by the drizzle.

"But who says I am not?"

Han Yi reached out his free hand and gently grasped her soft hand resting at her side. Youzhen's fingertips first subconsciously recoiled slightly, then relaxed, and warmly pressed against his fingers, so tightly that it seemed as if it were meant to be.

"You..." The morning star in Yu-jin's eyes shone even brighter.

"What's hidden in jokes is always sincerity, especially for someone like me." Han Yi's voice was gentle, steady, and firm, filled with a heart-warming power. "I really liked the script you wrote the day we bought the car. Aren't these jokes today just a way to continue writing that story?"

"Oh." Youzhen tilted her head, looking at him with a half-smile. "You just like the script I wrote?"

"I like you, so I like the scripts you write."

"What? I didn't hear you clearly."

"I like you. I—like—you!" Han Yi first looked at her intently and said it in a normal volume and tone. Then he leaned closer to Youzhen, whispered in her ear, and drew out the sound, raising his voice as well.

"Did you hear me this time?"

"heard it."

Youzhen shrank her neck, giggling from the tickling. Her gaze swept past Han Yi's cheek and drifted to the golden spire atop Disney Castle. The curve of her lips was both innocent and stubborn, as if she firmly believed that fairy tales that never end truly existed in this world.

"Then... let's continue writing." After a moment, Youzhen raised the hand that was holding Han Yi's hand to eye level with them. "Here's the pen."

"Isn't this being written right now?" Han Yi raised his other hand, which was holding the ice cream, as well. "Eat it quickly, or it'll melt."

"You eat first." Zhao Youzhen held the wooden spoon, scooped up the small piece at the very top, and put it into Han Yi's mouth.

How did you know I like to eat pointed toes?

"Pointy?"

"It's just this tiny bit on top of the ice cream."

Han Yi placed the ice cream cup into Youzhen's palm, then took the wooden spoon and began feeding her.

Throughout the entire process, the two held each other's other hands tightly and never let go.

"When I was little, I was very easy to take care of. I didn't cry or fuss, I smiled at everyone, and I ate whatever I was fed. The only bad thing was that I had a bit of OCD that I don't know where it came from. For example, I had to turn the TV volume up to an even number or I would feel really uncomfortable, or I had to eat the tip of my ice cream... It's not that I was selfish, but when I was little, I would give the whole cup of ice cream to someone else, but if you scooped out the tip of mine, I would break down."

"So exaggerated?"

"Yes. When I was three or four years old, my sister and uncle took me to McDonald's and ordered me a sundae. My uncle accidentally knocked the tip off the sundae, and I cried my eyes out in that restaurant. They couldn't calm me down, so they had no choice but to buy me a new sundae, and that finally calmed me down."

"You were pretty naughty when you were little. A bad kid."

"Every kid has a mischievous side, right? I'm already pretty good, really, usually quiet and well-behaved... Hey, wait, didn't you ever cause any headaches for adults when you were little?"

"When I have a headache...yes, it's because I eat a lot. Every day after school, before I go home for dinner, I have to buy a huge seaweed rice roll and secretly eat it all before I go home. I do this every day."

"What's so troublesome for adults?"

"My allowance was spent quickly. My family wasn't well-off when I was little, and my parents didn't know where the allowance they gave me went. They only found out later that it all went into my stomach."

The two shared ice cream, taking turns sips and chatting idly. They then, with remarkable understanding, turned around and headed back towards the American River they had come from. The clock had unknowingly struck one o'clock, and Yu-zhen, who ate six meals a day, naturally needed to eat first.

Although they hadn't communicated beforehand, the two, as if on cue, both chose the same restaurant—Blue Bayou, which serves Cajun and Creole cuisine, right next to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride.

Cajun was invented by descendants of French immigrants who were expelled from Acadia, Canada by the British and, after a long migration, eventually settled in the swampy and rural areas of southern Louisiana. Creole, on the other hand, was invented by Spanish and French immigrants who gathered at the port of New Orleans, Louisiana's largest city.

In other words, Caro is "country food," while Creole is "city food."

But whether in cities or villages, the dishes made by these European immigrants can all be described with one word: strong flavor.

It's heavy on oil, salt, sauce, and spice.

This is precisely why Creole and Cajun dishes are so popular with Asian palates, especially Chinese palates, and why at least half of the diners at Blue Bayou are of Asian descent.

A crab cake, a chicken and okra soup, a rosemary and sea salt brioche, a ribeye steak, and a spicy seafood rice bowl. The table for two was crammed full, with no room even for a water glass, but this was just Youzhen's usual routine. The two chatted and laughed, eating with great enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to the frequent glances from the diners around them.

Of course, the main reason for the attention wasn't because they ordered a lot of food; after all, big eaters are not uncommon in America.

The reason so many people steal glances at them is ultimately because Yoojin is just too beautiful.

Her looks and figure are already top-notch, even if you wrapped her in a burlap sack and smeared mud on her face, it wouldn't be able to hide it. What's more, today she paired it with a bright outfit that exudes dopamine, making her irresistible to both men and women.

Therefore, men, out of consideration for public appearances, only dared to glance at her discreetly in public, while the girls' admiring and amazed gazes almost materialized and clung to Youzhen.

In the presence of a beauty of Zhao Youzhen's caliber, very few girls would harbor any competitive thoughts; the vast majority would simply admire and look up to her.

After all, there needs to be something to compare in order to make a comparison.

"This girl is really beautiful..."

About three tables behind Han Yi, a Chinese girl wearing an orange-red dress and a sun hat, even indoors, boldly raised her phone, zoomed in, and exclaimed to her boyfriend.

Do you think she's Chinese?

"You just take pictures like that?" The boy glanced at Youzhen, then looked back at his girlfriend, whispering nervously, "Isn't that impolite?"

"What's so impolite about it?" The girl pressed the shutter button repeatedly, taking as many pictures as she could. Anyway, the girl in the camera didn't care about the angle or the lighting; she looked absolutely gorgeous no matter how you photographed her. "It's better than you sneaking a glance at her every few seconds."

"I...when did I peek?"

"How many times did you stretch and look around?" the girl sneered. "We're all old foxes, why are you trying to play these ghost stories with me?"

"I really didn't..."

"So what if you looked? I won't say anything to you, after all, she really is beautiful." The girl tapped the table with her fingertip. "But don't just look at the girl's face, look at how her boyfriend treated her too. Every time a dish came out, he fed his girlfriend first, poured her water, handed her drinks, handed her napkins, he never stopped taking care of her, he was so good to her."

"And another thing, I noticed that from the moment they sat down in the restaurant until now, the other boyfriends haven't looked at their phones once; they've been chatting with their girlfriends the whole time. What about you? Your head is buried in your phone."

"It's not like I didn't take care of you," the boy retorted. "Who cut your roast chicken for you?"

“I’m not talking about these superficial things.” The girl drew several circles in the air with her right hand. “Anyone can cut a chicken, right? I don’t want you to do these things like you’re completing a task. I need you to put your heart into it, you know? You need to interact! You need to have soul! I can feel how much that girl’s boyfriend loves her just by sitting here. You have to go to that level to win over such a beautiful girl, you know?”

That's why I'm with you.

"What did you say?!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was just talking nonsense." The boy quickly slapped his mouth twice and put on a fawning smile.

"I wouldn't dare say whether I'm good-looking or not, but I'm more than good enough for you, He An, right?"

"That's more than enough," the poor He An said, trying to soothe him.

"Let me tell you, don't envy how pretty other people's girlfriends are. The key is to learn to improve yourself and become a better person, okay? Look at that guy..."

"Praising women is one thing, but praising other men in front of me?" He An's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"I'm stating the facts, you know? Besides, I didn't praise him." The girl rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Is he handsome? Of course he is, but let me tell you, He An, you're no worse than him. Actually, you have a good foundation too, but you need to learn how to dress and take care of yourself, understand? There are no ugly guys, only guys who don't like to dress up."

"Don't be fooled by his simple outfit: a linen polo shirt, shorts, and loafers. There's a lot more to it than meets the eye. The shoes are Loro Piana—subtle luxury. The linen polo shirt and shorts are Brunello Cucinelli, which have been incredibly popular in Europe and America these past two years; wealthy people are all wearing them. The backpack is Berluti—look at the quality of the leather…retro! Understated! Tsk tsk, this is what real rich people are like, way better than those guys at your school wearing those dog-head hoodies."

At this point, the girl automatically filtered out He An's argument that "it's just a different style" and "Givenchy and Fear of God are much more fashionable than that old man's outfit." She rested her chin on her hand, looked at Zhao Youzhen and Han Yi with longing, and murmured to herself.

"All roads lead to Rome, but some people are born in Rome, or even in Rome with their husbands. How can you compare? How dare you compare..."

"Ah, what a perfect couple!"

(End of this chapter)