hollywood billionaire

Chapter 510 A Small World (Part 1)

"It's really stressful to come out with you."

After a satisfying meal, Han Yi, holding Youzhen's hand, strolled along the banks of the American River once more. He let out a long sigh and uttered this exclamation.

"Huh? Why?" Yuzhen was taken aback, thought for a moment, and then pointed to herself. "Did I eat too much?"

"No." Han Yi couldn't help but chuckle at Youzhen's adorable dazed state after every meal when her blood sugar spiked. "I can afford to feed you no matter how much you eat."

"Oh." A slight smile curved her lips, and joy quietly crept onto Youzhen's brow.

For a foodie, this is the most beautiful love confession.

"I mean, everyone in the restaurant was glancing at you just now, which made me quite nervous. I was constantly mindful of my image while eating, afraid of embarrassing you."

"Are there a lot of people watching us?" Yu-jin blinked blankly again. "I didn't even notice."

"It's pointless to pretend in front of me," Han Yi teased. "For one thing, the whole restaurant went silent for a few seconds when you walked in."

"You're kidding again."

"I'm not kidding." Han Yi pointed behind him with his other hand. "Someone was secretly taking pictures of you while we were eating, and it was a girl sitting behind me. I saw it all, you didn't see it, did you?"

"I really didn't see you." Yu-jin brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gave him a sweet smile. "Because I was too busy looking at you."

"You look very handsome today."

"I think you're... only focused on the food." Having lived two lives, Han Yi still couldn't resist such a frank and enthusiastic offensive. He coughed twice, glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, and began to change the subject.

"Wow, we just had a casual meal and chatted, and it's already three o'clock. Time really flies."

"Isn't this better?" Yuzhen looked at him with a smile. "I'd rather talk to you than go on those activities."

"Actually, me too." Han Yi is someone who is easily influenced by his partner. Youzhen was straightforward, so he didn't mince words. "Chatting with you is really magical. Talking about work doesn't feel boring, and talking about daily life doesn't feel trivial. At the time, it felt like we talked a lot, but looking back, it seems like we didn't cover many topics, and time just flew by."

“That’s how it should be for two truly compatible people.” Yoo-jin’s smile became even more radiant, and even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes seemed to be overflowing with the sweetness of love. “We don’t find talking about work boring because we can not only understand what the other person is saying, but also appreciate the wisdom and ability that the other person demonstrates in their professional field… at least that’s how it is for me.”

“Every time we talk about work, you seem to shine in my eyes.”

"So, do you think... this counts as intellectual homosexuality?" Han Yi asked with a light laugh.

“Intellectual-sexuality.” Youzhen repeated the Chinese word, which she had never encountered before, with difficulty. “What is it?”

"It's about being able to feel the intellectual sexiness of the other person, and that this will have a strong attraction for you, making you like them."

"Then... I must be an intellectual-sexual."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yu-jin gave an affirmative answer.

“I think, you… excuse me, I feel I need to use English to better express what I want to say, there are some things I don’t know how to say in Chinese: I think the most attractive thing about a person is the purity they have when they are completely immersed in their field of expertise. Their ego disappears, replaced by an extreme exploration and respect for the things in front of them. This absolute focus is a more powerful attraction than any physical beauty.”

"That's great, I'm an intellectual homosexual too." "Really?"

"Really. To be honest, every time I open the door to my office and see you buried in your work, my heart skips a beat." Han Yi wiped his lips with his index finger, a little embarrassed. "Sounds cheesy and greasy, doesn't it? But that's absolutely, 100% my true reaction. I think you're incredibly wise, always finding solutions to every problem at work. This wisdom gives you a strong sense of self-control and professional competence, and that control... it's really sexy."

"Of course, even putting all that aside, your SAT score of 2360, along with your acceptance letters from Penn, Columbia, and Cornell, are equally impressive. Even if you gave me another chance and maxed out all my cheat codes, I still couldn't score 2360. How did you do it? I admire you so much."

“There are plenty of people who scored higher than me, and quite a few schools rejected me. Stanford, Harvard, Yale, none of them wanted me.”

“That’s their loss.” Han Yi shook his finger, his tone indignant. “Especially Stanford, do they even know what they’ve missed? I’ll have to ask them in person sometime… and then I’ll get you an honorary doctorate.”

"Okay, stop trying to make me happy. I know myself, I'm not as good as you say." At this point, Youzhen suddenly stopped and looked at Han Yi's profile, hesitating to speak.

"But, you..."

"What's wrong?" Han Yi turned around, smiled, squeezed her hand, and asked.

The relaxed smile on his lips and the intimate gestures he made instantly dispel Yu-jin's thoughts of asking the questions that were on her mind.

What she originally wanted to ask was—

Since you say you're an intellectual homosexual, why are you still entangled with a woman like Barbara Pavin in such an ambiguous relationship?
But Yoo-jin doesn't like this aggressive way of questioning, nor does she like belittling other women behind their backs, even if that woman is a rival in love who makes her blood boil just thinking about her—not many people can do this, but Barbara has that kind of magic.

More importantly, like Han Yi, Youzhen didn't want to talk about the unpleasant obstacles between them at Disneyland.

Here, Han Yi only has her, and should only have her.

“I’m telling you, you… it’s just a case of beauty being in the eye of the beholder. You like me, so you think I’m perfect, and it has nothing to do with… intellectualism.”

At this point, she took his hand, as if pulling a giant, human-shaped balloon that had belonged only to her from the moment it was created, and they blended lightly into the surging crowd.

"I enjoy talking to you about anything and everything, but today, let's not talk about anything profound, just something simple and fun."

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.” Han Yi nodded slightly. “Actually, that’s what I was thinking too. We can talk about these kinds of philosophical topics at any other time, since we see each other every day, but we don’t come to Disney every day. This is your first time here, and I really want to give you a perfect memory.”

"Don't feel pressured, it's already perfect." Youzhen's peach blossom eyes curved like crescent moons. "I didn't want to play those too thrilling rides. I exercise enough normally. I came to Disneyland to experience this lively and childlike atmosphere and relax. So, even if we don't do anything, just walking around the park with you like this, I'm very happy."

"But we spent the whole morning and half an afternoon exploring, and we only played... let's just say three rides. That's way too few." Han Yi counted on his fingers, feeling that no matter how he calculated it, he was being unfair to Youzhen, who had given him her first time. "We can skip the submarine ride in 'Finding Nemo' and Space Mountain, but I have to take you to play on all those gentle and cute things in the fantasy park, right?"

"Especially Small World, isn't that what you're most looking forward to?"

“Mmm!” Yuzhen nodded vigorously. “Everything else is fine, but this is the one thing I really want to experience no matter what.”

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! If we don't hurry, the parade will start soon!"

Han Yi waved his hand and aimed at the northeast corner of the amusement park.

"Let's set off towards our little world!"

(End of this chapter)