hollywood billionaire

Chapter 513 The Disney Kiss (Part 1)
"you……"

This time, Yu-jin was stunned and speechless.

She covered her left cheek, which Han Yi had kissed, her eyes widened, her pupils contracted slightly, and the shimmering light in her peach blossom eyes froze for a moment. Her long eyelashes trembled like startled butterfly wings as she looked at Han Yi in disbelief.

The noise of the surrounding tourists and the music of the park seemed to be instantly removed, and the world became completely silent, leaving only the heart in her chest, like a disturbed drumbeat, first missing a beat, and then pounding violently out of control, so loud that she was even worried that the other tourists next to her would hear it.

A surge of heat uncontrollably rushed up her ears and cheeks; she knew without looking that her face must be incredibly red. The skin where she had been kissed felt slightly hot, even producing a tiny, tingling itch, like a flower petal kissed by the sun, shyly curling up.

However, beneath this initial shock and shyness, an irrepressible and immense joy surged forth like spring water breaking through the ice, instantly overwhelming all the bewilderment.

The joy was so pure and intense, with a kind of unreal dizziness, that it made the corners of her mouth involuntarily turn upwards, little by little. The smile first spread from the depths of her eyes, blurring her entire pupils, as if a galaxy had fallen, and fragments of gold were flowing.

Yu-jin quickly pursed her lips, trying to hide the overly bright smile, but the sweet scent still flowed out quietly and uncontrollably from the corners of her slightly curved eyes and between her fingers that were lightly covering her cheeks.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on their hands, which were always tightly clasped together. Her heart felt as if it were filled with something warm and abundant, a feeling that was both sour and sweet.

It turns out that being kissed by someone you like, even just on the cheek, feels so... wonderful.

Like the first ray of warm sunshine suddenly shining in the silent winter, like a flower bud that has been carefully guarded for a long time blooming in an instant, all the subtle expectations and hidden joys were rewarded in the gentlest way in this kiss.

She could even clearly recall the details of that moment—the faint breath he brought when he leaned closer, the gentle yet firm pressure of his lips as they touched hers, and the unspoken affection and tenderness conveyed in that brief pause.

"You..." she spoke softly again, her voice carrying a soft, trembling tone and a hint of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of, "...did I give you permission?"

But there was not a trace of blame in his tone; instead, it was filled with sweet joy. She no longer avoided his gaze, but looked up at him again. Her clear, peach-blossom eyes shimmered with tenderness that seemed to overflow, silently expressing the surging emotions and unparalleled joy in her heart.

"Do we need your permission?" Having been subjected to such a gaze once, how could Han Yi not understand the girl's subtext, and how could he hesitate at such a beautiful moment? "Have you forgotten what our status is at Disneyland?"

"What is his identity?" Youzhen asked knowingly, because she wanted to hear Han Yi say it himself.

"Husband and wife." Han Yi was no longer the hesitant and coy person he usually was, and his words flowed straighter than a street lamp. "This trip to Disneyland is a promise from a husband who received a new car to his wife who gave him the car."

"Oh."

The joy that was about to burst forth was forcefully suppressed by Youzhen into a lukewarm "Oh". "Times have changed. Even if husband and wife want to kiss, they need their consent."

"Oh."

Han Yi responded to her with a single syllable, and then gave her another firm kiss on the other cheek.

It really sucks very loudly, and the sound is very long.

The elderly couple in front of them thought something was leaking air, so they turned around suspiciously and just happened to see Han Yi chasing after Youzhen and kissing her, while Youzhen covered her face to protect her makeup in an adorable scene.

"Child, let me teach you a trick... When the boat is halfway across in the little world later, then make your move." The silver-haired grandfather smiled as he offered dating advice from fifty years ago, "That's how I had my first kiss with Diane."

"Okay, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Han Yi replied with high spirits.

"Frank!" The red-haired grandmother nudged her husband with her elbow in annoyance, then instructed Youzhen, "Before the boat leaves the cave, remember to check your makeup and touch up your lipstick... These men don't care how embarrassed you are."

“Exactly!” Yu-jin sympathized deeply. “It’s like my foundation is jam, and I ate it all.”

"I'm sorry." Han Yi put his arm around Youzhen's shoulder and smiled at the elderly couple, "But we just got married last month, so who can blame me?"

“Oh, congratulations! I’m so happy to hear that!” Diane said in the dramatic tone typical of an older American woman. “Are you here for your honeymoon?”

“No, we spent our honeymoon in Europe, we stayed in LA.” Han Yi shook his head. “We came to Disney because my wife bought me a new car, and her only request for buying me the car was that I take her to Disney for a day.”

"Oh, wow! That's truly extraordinary!"

"Yes, my wife is very capable; she's the one who supports the family financially..."

Han Yi chatted casually with the elderly couple until they boarded two separate cruise ships, at which point they exchanged blessings and said goodbye.

"Why did you tell them those things?" As soon as they boarded the ship, Youzhen gently patted Han Yi's arm and scolded him playfully.

"What did I say?"

“They say I’m an agent in Hollywood, and that I have a lot of stars under my management.” Yu-jin has always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile in public, “It sounds like I’m showing off.”

"I was just showing off anyway," Han Yi snorted twice. "I want everyone who talks to me to know how amazing my wife is."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're getting too into character." Youzhen pinched Han Yi's cheek. Unbeknownst to them, the intimacy of their interaction had increased by more than one level, as had the ambiguity.

“In Disneyland, anything can be real. Look at all those Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck figures running around outside, why doesn’t anyone say they’re fake?” Han Yi replied seriously. “The reason this park exists, and the reason people want to come here, is because it can accommodate any dream, any storyline, right?”

"Okay, if you're serious, then it's true."

Although she said that, Youzhen's attitude towards this married couple scenario was clearly not as playful as it had been earlier that day. She sighed silently, then rested her head on Han Yi's shoulder.

"I'm so happy that you were the first person to come to Disneyland with me, and the first person to ride It's a Small World with me."

“Ever since I came to Seoul when I was eight years old, I have always wanted to come here with my parents, to live in the pink castle inside the crystal ball with them, or at least to go and see the pink castle.”

"But even though we're living together now, I feel like things haven't changed much. My dad's work is getting busier and busier; he leaves early and comes home late, and he's always away on business trips, so I hardly ever see him. My mom is also completely focused on him, making him the center of her world. Every day she's thinking about how to relieve his stress and fatigue, and how to keep her husband from leaving her and from changing his mind..."

"She started spending all her time with the wives of her father's business partners, trying to become one herself. She would go shopping with them for bags, watches, and necklaces, go to beauty salons and get plastic surgery, and have afternoon tea... In the end, the only person who was willing to spend time taking care of me and spending time with me was my grandmother."

“I thought it was because I hadn’t talked to the music box for too long after arriving in Seoul, and that’s why things didn’t go as planned. So, for the next few years, I would turn the music box countless times every day, talk to it, and make wishes… But I didn’t give up until I grew up enough to finally understand that the music box my dad gave me couldn’t possibly have any magic to make wishes come true, and until my mom got annoyed by my pestering and told me that the music box wasn’t actually brought back from Disneyland at all, but just an ordinary souvenir from a shop in an airport in JFK.”

"The moment I gave up, they seemed to change, especially my father. He started to impose his obsession with success on me, treating me as his next trophy. He planned out my entire path from high school to doctorate, from marriage to childbirth, but forgot to ask me if I really wanted any of it. The pressure increased so much that I started binge eating and became a big fat person that everyone laughed at and bullied, and my grades plummeted."

“I thought my dad would comfort me when he saw me like this, and would try to find a way to help me get better and become a better person, but he didn’t. He accused me of not being able to handle this much pressure, called me a good-for-nothing, unworthy of his money, unworthy of being born into this family, unworthy of talking to him… Until I lost weight, he really hardly spoke to me. As for my mom… she never had any opinions of her own. She treated me the same way my dad treated me, without caring about right or wrong.”

"One day, I was bullied at school. When I got home, my dad scolded me for the entire dinner. When I finally got back to my room and closed the door, I didn't even have the strength to cry anymore."

“Even in the most difficult times, I never thought about suicide, because I knew that if I did that, I would be forever labeled as a loser… But not committing suicide doesn’t mean I’m not sad, angry, or desperate. I want to vent, I want to destroy something to numb myself.”

"Then, I saw the music box on the bedside table."

“I picked it up, wanting to smash it to pieces. But just before I threw it, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind—even if it's a fake, it's been with me for so long, so I should say goodbye to it one last time.”

"I wound up the spring, then slowly released it, and that most familiar melody started playing again."

At this point, Youzhen raised her hand, gesturing for Han Yi to listen to the chorus of "It's a Small World" that was playing at the moment.

"It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small, small world. "

"It played, and I sang along. As I sang, tears started to flow. As the tears flowed, I felt less sad, less angry, and less desperate." "This little world, I haven't even seen it yet. Why should I give up just because they broke their promise?"

"They won't take me to see it, so I'll go see it myself."

"That day was the first day I started running along the Han River to lose weight."

"So that's it."

After hearing the whole story, Han Yi opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to launch into a long speech, but in the end, he simply placed his palm on the back of Youzhen's hand and whispered four words:

"Thanks a lot."

“It wasn’t hard. In the end, it was all worth it, wasn’t it?” Yu-jin replied with a bright smile. “I still clean it every day, and I still listen to this song every day. I lost weight in an almost self-torturing way, and my grades improved to a level that those who bullied me could never hope to reach.”

"My classmates started talking to me, not just talking, but constantly showering me with attention, flattery, and love letters. My dad started talking to me too, and the first thing he said was that he would spend a lot of money to send me to an all-girls school in America and get me into an Ivy League school..."

"Wait a minute." Han Yi frowned, noticing the key point. "You didn't go to Columbia or Penn because... you wanted to go against your uncle, did you? Not because the East Coast isn't suitable for outdoor activities?"

"You found out." Yuzhen chuckled a little embarrassedly. "I didn't let them know at all that I got accepted by Columbia and Pennsylvania."

"You..." Han Yi sighed, "You're so foolish."

"Am I confused? No, I'm not. If I hadn't come to UCLA, how would I have met you?" Youzhen had no regrets whatsoever. "So, now I think my music box is still very effective. Maybe it made things difficult for me at times, but overall, it's guiding me in a positive direction."

As soon as the words were spoken, the cruise ship slowly began to glide, and Youzhen and Han Yi's second trip to the Small World began.

"Anyway, over the years, I have been keeping my promise to take the music box to visit and experience this beautiful little world. I have been to many places by myself, Paris, New York, Hong Kong, London, Tokyo... and even your hometown."

"But I've never had the courage to come to Disneyland alone, to see the real 'It's a Small World' all by myself, because..."

"Other places, the Eiffel Tower in Paris, the neon lights of New York, and the pandas in Chengdu... those are landscapes, experiences. I can go and see them alone, feel them, and even enjoy the solitude of observing the world alone. Those places don't remind me... how my initial dream of 'being together' was shattered."

“When facing any other scenery alone, I can be a strong and independent Zhao Youzhen. But when facing the ‘small world’ alone… I’m afraid I will turn back into that eight-year-old child who, no matter how many times I wind up the clock or make a wish, will never see his father come back.”

"It's not that I don't have the courage to come to Disney alone, it's that I'm not ready to come alone to verify whether the dream I cherished most in my childhood is really just an empty dream."

"So, thank you, Yi."

Before the cruise ship entered the cave, Zhao Youzhen hugged Han Yi tightly around the waist, as if she were expressing her gratitude in a low voice, or as if she were confessing to herself.

"Thank you for coming to Little World with me."

"Thank you for letting me know that I can continue to live the dream I had as a child."

This was the most passionate confession Yu-jin could think of.

Upon hearing Youzhen's words, Han Yi did not reply immediately. Instead, he pulled Youzhen into his arms, raised his chin, and gestured for her to calm down and appreciate the scene she had been longing for.

As far as the eye could see, there was boundless joy.

Hundreds of mechanical dolls dressed in traditional costumes from around the world, accompanied by the timeless melody of "It's a Small World," spin, sway, jump, and sing in a meticulously arranged, exotic miniature landscape.

From snow-covered Nordic cottages to the vibrant African savanna, from the mysterious pyramids to the romantic Eiffel Tower, all geographical and cultural boundaries are gently and inclusively erased here, leaving only a shared and radiant joy.

The soft, colorful lights, like a living, shimmering galaxy, flowed across the smiling faces of every doll, illuminating every exquisite set, rendering the entire space like a giant, slowly rotating kaleidoscope—brilliant yet not dazzling, with just the right amount of warmth.

That simple and catchy melody, woven from the clear timbre of a music box and the pure harmonies of children, is no longer a single tune, but transforms into a warm current of sound waves filling the entire space, patiently cleansing the listener's eardrums and soul again and again. It possesses a strange magic, capable of quietly smoothing away all the clutter of thoughts, leaving only the most primal perception of "beauty" and "peace."

This is a world of laughter, a world of tears.

A world full of hope, and a world full of fear.

We share so much,
It's time to realize that
This is ultimately a small world…

Youzhen nestled in Han Yi's arms, her eyes glued to the screen. Those little dolls dressed in Hanfu, kimonos, saris, and kilts no longer appeared as cold machines to her. They seemed to have been imbued with life; every smile was genuine, every dance move brimming with unreserved joy.

Hand in hand, they transcend the barriers of continents and oceans, interpreting the ideal of "universal harmony" in the most direct way—no barriers, no conflicts, only joy and blessings felt because of each other's existence.

"Only one bright moon,
There was only one golden sun.

A smile means,

Spread friendship to everyone.

Even though separated by vast oceans,
Even with towering mountains blocking the way,
This is still a small world.

This powerful and pure sense of warmth, like the gentlest spring breeze, seeped into the softest corner of her heart, gently wrapping up the tiny cracks that had been wounded by disappointment and loneliness.

She could clearly feel a long-lost, simple tranquility and peace slowly seeping into her body with the trickle of the melody.

The childhood longing for that "pink castle" and "forever together" strangely no longer brings pain at this moment, but transforms into a comforting feeling of being fully understood.

It turns out that the dream itself wasn't wrong. The wrong ones were those who failed to fulfill it.

And here, in this place she once dared not face alone, she is affirming her initial, small dream of "love" and "reunion" in the grandest yet most delicate way. Its powerful healing effect does not come from concealing the world's imperfections, but from proving to all those who harbor doubts with an almost stubborn optimism and beauty: there is always some pure love and happiness that is worth believing in and worth looking forward to.

"It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small, small world. "

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Han Yi's profile outlined by the flowing light, and then looked around at this fairytale world filled with singing and laughter from the dolls. The last bit of gloom in her heart seemed to be completely dispelled by the omnipresent warm light and music.

This is the most authentic version of her childhood dream.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Han Yi noticed Youzhen's adoring gaze, gently pinched her nose affectionately, and said, "Looking at them?"

“No, I’m only looking at you,” Yoojin replied stubbornly. “You are the small, small world.”

"You……"

Han Yi smiled and shook his head. After a moment, he let out a long sigh and said softly:
"The boat is halfway there, are you ready?"

"Prepare what..."

Before Youzhen could finish speaking, Han Yi lifted her chin and kissed her without hesitation.

This time, he aimed not at the cheek, but at the lips.

(End of this chapter)