hollywood billionaire

Chapter 534 Don’t want to go home
"Goodratt agrees to most of the revisions. Please provide a detailed proposal after Christmas."

The phone, which was mounted on the car mount, vibrated slightly, and a text message notification popped up on the lit screen from "D.RUBENSTEIN".

Han Yi, who was resting with his eyes closed, didn't turn it on immediately. Instead, he clicked his tongue, rolled over in the driver's seat, and found a more comfortable position. Only after confirming that he couldn't possibly fall asleep in the sunset anytime soon did he sigh softly, take the phone out of his hand, and unlock the screen.

"Copy, will do."

After sending a simple reply, the billionaires on both ends of the phone tacitly stopped communicating.

Because no matter how important the next steps are, they can't be moved forward until 2017.

"Goodrat agreed. We'll talk on the phone tomorrow." After thinking for a moment, Han Yi opened his contacts, scrolled down to select "J.BROMLEY," and quickly sent a text message.

"Perfect, 2pm?"

"Okay."

The communication between Han Yi and his legal counsel was also highly efficient.

For the next half hour, bored out of his mind, Han Yi started switching between various social media platforms, repeatedly refreshing the page while yawning and clicking through the same uninteresting content—those four girls were just so magical; when they had nothing to do, they were all idle, but when they got busy, they were all incredibly busy. Barbara, far away in Budapest, had already gone to bed; Xiaoru, temporarily staying in Los Angeles, was still taking exams; Madison, originally in New York, had gone to perform in Boston; and Youzhen…

Youzhen is flying in the sky.

It's not an abstract concept; it's actually flying in the sky.

Hearing the roar of an airplane engine approaching from afar, Han Yi turned off the car, opened the door, and stepped out of the sedan.

On the horizon, his G650-ER was in the final segment of its approach to landing.

On December 11, 2016, after finishing her final exams, Zhao Youzhen boarded a private plane sent by her boyfriend to reunite with him in New York.

Thinking of this, Han Yi took a deep breath, allowing himself to savor the joyful and excited emotions in the moment of tranquility as he slowed down his breathing.

Spending time alone with any of the four girls, without creating a chaotic situation, is a deeply therapeutic and enjoyable experience.

Lost in thought, the private jet, number 1NAH1, had already parked in front of Meridian Airlines' hangar, lowered its gangway, and opened its cabin door. About a minute later, that tall, slender, and captivating figure finally appeared before Han Yi.

Today, Zhao Youzhen has shed the youthful, dopamine-inducing outfit she wore at Disneyland and returned to the "wabi-sabi" style that Han Yi jokingly referred to as hers. She wore a Ralph Lauren oatmeal-colored turtleneck cashmere sweater tucked into Brioni white velvet trousers, topped with her favorite Brunello Cuccinelli camel-colored wool coat, and on her feet were a pair of Noyo Pianya grey loafers.

As for the bag slung over her shoulder, it was naturally the large Chanel shopping bag that she had almost never parted with since Han Yi gave it to her.

As Yoojin slowly descended the gangway, bathed in the afterglow of the Tetbury sunset, she radiated a goddess-like glow. She looked like a noblewoman born to enjoy this ultra-luxurious lifestyle, her elegance effortless. Her entire outfit emphasized comfort as the primary principle, yet every detail subtly revealed her impeccable taste.

Despite having just completed a long cross-coastal flight, Yoo-jin showed no signs of fatigue; in fact, she looked even more radiant than usual. She wasn't weary from her commute, but rather immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the holiday and the sweet anticipation of seeing her lover, radiating an indescribable sense of relaxation and happiness.

The moment she saw Han Yi, all her outward emotions instantly converged into her shimmering, autumn-water-like eyes, rippling with waves. Even the warm winter sun hanging in the sky, casting a golden glow upon her, could not dim the light emanating from Youzhen's pupils.

Han Yi could tell that his girlfriend, who had become even more charming and adorable after he stole her first kiss, wanted to run over and hug him tightly. However, considering the other people in front of the hangar, Youzhen ultimately suppressed her impulse. The moment she touched the ground, Youzhen's pace quickened almost imperceptibly by half a step, then she resumed her usual elegant steps. She lowered her eyes slightly, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve upwards into a sweet smile, as if she were hiding a secret that only the two of them understood.

When she reached Han Yi, she stopped and looked up at him. Her usually aloof peach blossom eyes were now so warm and moist they seemed to overflow with tears.

"Boyfriend," Yu-jin called him softly in Chinese.

"Girlfriend," Han Yi replied with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Yoojin tiptoed, expressing her joy in this way.

"Why can't I come?" Han Yi naturally reached out to take the bag from her shoulder.

"You didn't tell me." Yuzhen glanced at the staff member walking towards them out of the corner of her eye, hesitated briefly, and finally obediently slid the bag strap off her shoulder and handed it to him. The moment their fingers touched, she curled her fingers slightly, as if burned by that slight warmth, but in the next moment, using the action of handing over the bag, she very lightly and quickly hooked her fingertip in Han Yi's palm.

"That's called a surprise. A little thoughtful gesture from your boyfriend, you know?"

Han Yi took Youzhen's bag, made a joke, and then looked at Tom Buffington, who was smiling broadly as he greeted the two of them.

“Ms. Zhao, my name is Tom Buffington, New York Regional Manager for Jet Linx. You can call me Tom… Welcome to Tetborough. I hope you had a pleasant journey.” Regardless of the guest’s status, unless there are special requests, women are always greeted first; this is standard practice in the American service industry.

"It was a wonderful trip, thank you, Tom." Zhao Youzhen's smile was radiant.

“Mr. Han, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” Tom Buffington then turned to the person in question. “As always, Jet Linx is dedicated to serving your every need.”

“I also want to express my gratitude to you and Jet Linx as always,” Han Yi replied with a polite smile. “A long day, wasn’t it?”

“Ah, it’s not too long.” Tom Buffington maintained a polite smile and chatted skillfully with his client. “It’s Tuesday, and Christmas is just around the corner, so there aren’t many private jets arriving. This is your third flight.”

"Okay, congratulations on having a relaxing day. That's all, right?"

"Nothing."

“Great, now that you’re rid of us, you can go home.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I definitely want to go home and be with my wife, but I won’t say it.” Tom chuckled and handed the coffee cup he had been holding to Han Yi. “Mr. Han, hot tea, as you requested.”

"Thank you." Han Yi said his thanks, took the coffee cup, and handed it to Youzhen's palm.

“This is…” Yu-jin was stunned.

"This is to warm you up." After saying the first half of the sentence in Chinese, Han Yi nodded slightly to Tom Baffinton and switched back to English, "It's really cold outside, so I won't let you stay here in just a suit for too long, Tom."

"Miss Zhao, Mr. Han, please get in the car quickly, your luggage has been packed." The clever regional manager could easily understand the meaning behind Han Yi's words. He wasn't concerned about whether he would get cold in his suit; he was worried about his beautiful female companion getting cold.

"See you later, Tom."

"Goodbye, Mr. Han. Goodbye, Ms. Zhao."

After a crisp reply, Tom Buffington took two steps back, then turned sharply and strode into Meridian Airlines' FBO, beckoning two baggage handlers to follow. He knew that what this Chinese-American billionaire needed most right now was some private space alone with him.

Otherwise, why would he have two bodyguards and a butler when he arrived in New York a few days ago, making a grand entrance, but today he came to pick up Miss Zhao alone, driving himself?
"Guys, open the doors and make sure our VIPs have unimpeded access."

Tom Buffington raised his right arm, shook his index finger twice in mid-air, and shouted the order.

He didn't care at all about the story between the billionaire and his female companion; that wasn't his concern. In a great mood, all he knew was that he could clock out early today and go home to hug his wife.

"You... prepared this especially for me?" Yoojin asked, holding the scalding hot coffee cup.

"Otherwise what?" Han Yi said irritably as he buttoned up Zhao Youzhen's coat. "I knew you weren't wearing enough, now you're cold..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Youzhen rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"Be careful not to spill the tea and burn your hand."

Noticing Amber Mantel, who had already appeared at the cabin door but instantly slipped back, Han Yi smiled, shook his head, patted Youzhen's head, and said affectionately.

"It's cold outside, let's get in the car first."

"Ah."

Seeing that no one was around, Youzhen became bolder. She happily took Han Yi's arm and walked to the passenger seat, watching him open the car door for her. Youzhen thanked him softly, leaned over and sat in the car, put her coffee cup in the saucer, and then, taking Han Yi by surprise, suddenly hooked her arms around his neck and pressed her love-starved lips against his.

Soon, the dried-up riverbed began to trickle with water.

"I miss you so much."

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally ended their passionate embrace. Youzhen, breathing softly, touched her forehead with Han Yi's and whispered.

“Me too.” Han Yi cupped Youzhen’s face in his left hand, kissed her lips again, then pulled away from her and gently stroked her nose with his right index finger. “Let’s go, otherwise our poor captain and flight attendants won’t dare to get off the plane.”

"Okay." Yuzhen, her ears burning red, forced herself to remain calm, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and nodded in response.

Han Yi closed the door for Zhao Youzhen, then placed the Chanel Shopping Bag on the back seat. After making sure it was securely placed and wouldn't fall off while driving, he returned to the driver's seat.

Once inside the sedan, Han Yi's gaze met You Zhen's again. The two smiled at each other, exchanged a few words of saliva, and then started the car, slowly driving out of FBO.

There's no way around it, that's just how lovey-dovey guys are when they're just getting into the honeymoon phase... young couples are just that clingy.

"This car is..."

Zhao Youzhen looked around and asked tentatively.

“Rented.” Han Yi glanced at her. “You didn’t think I bought it, did you?” “You’re capable of doing something like this.” Zhao Youzhen’s tone was certain. After all, she had seen even crazier things, such as going to Las Vegas for a trip and then buying Harry Winston, worth more than three million dollars, under the guise of a meeting gift.

Buying a car in New York would be as easy and effortless for Han Yi as picking up a pizza from a roadside stall.

"I'm not that extravagant. I'm only staying in New York for a few days, why would I buy a car?" Han Yi said, pursing his lips. "Corey helped me contact the car rental company."

"Did he make the contact, or did you ask him to?" It sounds like a pointless question, but it's very important to Youzhen.

"Of course, I asked him to make the contact." Han Yi patted the steering wheel, emphasizing, "I picked out the model myself."

"Oh." Her verbal response was a simple monosyllabic, but Yu-jin's expression was quite satisfied. She had already noticed the car's distinctive front end and the dark green English name between the two wings on the steering wheel.

Aston Martin.

“But this rental company doesn’t have a DB11,” Han Yi explained. “The newest one is this 2015 Vanquish.”

"Oh."

The response was still a single syllable, but the emotion it conveyed was clearly different. Youzhen, supporting herself on the center armrest, leaned towards the driver and pecked Han Yi on the cheek.

“A reward,” she said.

"It was worth it." Han Yi chuckled and pressed the accelerator even harder.

This time, Han Yi chose the route of traveling south on I-95S, entering Manhattan Island through the Lincoln Tunnel.

The setting sun painted the southbound highway into a flowing river of molten gold, and the low-slung Aston Martin Vanquish, like a drop of dark gray mercury, silently flowed into this busy artery.

"Are you cold?" Han Yi asked with concern.

"It's not cold." Youzhen held her coffee cup, taking small sips as she answered in her slightly Northeastern-accented Mandarin, "I've been drinking the tea you made for me, it's already quite warm... I even feel a little stuffy."

"Maybe the air conditioning was set too high." Han Yi cracked open the passenger window a crack, and the crisp, dry air of New York in December rushed in. "Is it any better?"

"Much better." Youzhen turned slightly, her gaze falling on Han Yi's face. The setting sun streamed in through his side window, casting a soft glow on his sharply defined profile, making even his fine eyelashes clearly visible. He was focused on the road ahead, relaxed, one hand casually resting on the bottom of the steering wheel, the other naturally placed on the center armrest, very close to her.

Just like the sunset they shared after Peter Ruger that day.

This time, however, she no longer needed to hide her inner turmoil and could openly express it.

Thinking of this, Youzhen smiled sweetly again. She placed her hand on the back of Han Yi's hand and then slowly inserted her fingers between his fingers.

"Are you tired?" Han Yi's fingers twitched, and he took her soft hand in his palm. His thumb, warm with his body heat, gently and casually stroked the back of her hand. "You've been flying for so long."

“Not tired at all.” Zhao Youzhen traced the outline of the back of his hand with her fingertips. “It’s just a little boring.”

"I should have taken a nap on the plane."

"I can't sleep." Who can understand the pain of a Korean? Yoo-jin sighed. "And it's not just about sleeping, it's... it's the start of the holiday, no studying, and no work for the next couple of days, so I feel a bit empty..."

"Oh, right." As her thoughts raced, Youzhen's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Weren't you with Bob yesterday..."

"Hey, hey, hey." Han Yi squeezed Youzhen's hand, giving her a yellow card warning, "No talking about work during break time."

"Oh." Like a punctured little ball, Yu-jin visibly wilted. However, she quickly regained her energy. She discovered that this tranquility of simply being immersed in each other's company could also make her feel fulfilled.

This is a completely different kind of happiness and sense of belonging, an extremely secure and comforting feeling.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, the Aston Martin had entered the Lincoln Tunnel. The tunnel was brightly lit, the overhead lights flashing across the car's sleek roofline, creating bizarre, flowing trails of light that flickered and illuminated the interior. Each interplay of light and shadow briefly outlined Youzhen's serene and beautiful profile, and the tiny reflection of Han Yi in her eyes.

At this moment, Yu-jin, who seemed to have entered a state of flow, came back to her senses and used her free hand to connect to Bluetooth. Zhao Yu-jin selected a classic old song on Spotify and listened to it quietly with Han Yi.

Elton John's "Rocket Man".

"The night before departure, she helped me pack my luggage."

The countdown begins at nine in the morning.

At that time, I will fly as high as a kite.

I will miss the Earth, and I will miss my wife.

In the timeless expanse of space, one must feel utterly lonely.

I think this trip will probably last a long time.

I won't realize it until we land again.

I'm not the perfect stay-at-home guy that everyone imagines me to be.

Oh, no, no, no...

I am a free and unfettered astronaut…

"hungry."

The more she listened, the more she felt that something was wrong with the lyrics. Yu-jin turned down the volume, pouted, and whispered something in a slightly aggrieved tone.

"If you're hungry, we'll go home." Han Yi smiled at her. "I've already arranged for Felix and the others to cook you a big meal."

"Ah," Zhao Youzhen's voice trailed off slightly, "but..."

"Don't you want to go home?" Han Yi could tell that Youzhen was really unwilling.

"I don't want to go home." Yu-jin nodded.

She knew that at the end of the tunnel would be the brightly lit Manhattan, a night that would belong to the two of them, undisturbed.

"Want to eat out?"

"Hmm." After saying that, the Korean girl hesitated again, "But we've already cooked dinner at home, it would be such a waste."

"Just eat it as a midnight snack, how can it be a waste?" Han Yi ruthlessly exposed Youzhen's pretense. "It's not like you don't eat dinner."

"You bad guy." Youzhen tightened her grip on Han Yi's hand, but didn't dare to use any more force.

"Then let's eat out, and have something with strong flavors, okay?" Han Yi's voice was gentle and soft.

"Okay!" Yu-jin cheered softly.

"Go home and rest after you finish eating."

"I don't want to go home to rest after eating."

"Really?" Han Yi asked, somewhat surprised. "You still want to play outside?"

"Mmm." Yoojin bit her lower lip, her eyes innocent yet mischievous. "I want to... do with you again what we did the first time in New York."

"Going to a musical?"

“I’m not going to see the musical. I can’t get tickets anyway. I was thinking…” Yu-jin’s voice trailed off, sounding a little disappointed. “I forgot, the Metropolitan Museum of Art is supposed to close at five o’clock today.”

"Want to go to the Metropolitan Area?"

"I want to go back and visit with you again."

"it is good."

Han Yi glanced at Youzhen with affection, and the moment they drove out of the Lincoln Tunnel and the dazzling lights of Manhattan came into view, he picked up his phone from the stand.

"Leave it to me, I'll handle it."

(End of this chapter)