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Chapter 535 Night Tour of the Metropolis (Part 1)
Youzhen had no doubt about Han Yi's words, "I'll take care of it."

Because in her eyes, her boyfriend is omnipotent.

He could build a music empire from scratch, producing a string of hit singles. He could also acquire UTA, bringing Hollywood's third-largest talent agency under his control.

He could buy the world's most expensive Gulfstream private jet for $7000 million and send it across the United States to pick her up for a rendezvous in New York. He could also spend $1.5 million to buy Klimt's masterpiece and have several of the most prestigious art centers in the United States go to great lengths to secure the exhibition rights to it.

So what's so difficult about getting the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which has long been closed, to light up for them again?
After all, the museum was eagerly awaiting his approval to bring the painting "Adele Bloch-Bauer II" into its collection.

No girl doesn't admire strength. Zhao Youzhen longs to be strong herself, and she also hopes that the man beside her is strong enough.

The partner she chose to be with was incredibly powerful. The fact that this century-old art institution in New York made an exception for him, reopening its doors on a quiet winter night, is proof of that.

This privilege is merely a tiny footnote to his immense power.

Of course, what softened Youzhen's heart and captivated her even more than his impressive wealth and power was Han Yi's meticulous care and attention to detail as her boyfriend.

This thoughtfulness is not just superficial sweet talk, but a tacit understanding and thoroughness deeply rooted in actions.

It was evident in his incredibly accurate predictions. Just like when he picked her up at the airport, before Yu-jin could even react, the cup of hot tea was already in her hand. When she was overcome with emotion at their long-awaited reunion, he gently responded to her affection while softly reminding her to be careful of the hot tea. Considering that Yu-jin's slightly thin clothing wasn't suitable for staying outdoors for long, he offered to get in the car first to avoid the cold.

He was always one step ahead of her, sensing her unspoken needs, needs that he himself hadn't even realized.

It is also reflected in his respectful pampering. When Youzhen muttered that she didn't want to go home for dinner, Han Yi was not annoyed at the disruption of his plans. Instead, he smiled and supported her, and used lighthearted and playful words to dispel her concerns about wasting food, giving her the most natural way out by saying "as a midnight snack".

Han Yi didn't find Yoo Jin's sudden idea to recreate her New York memories troublesome or childish—his simple statement, "Leave it to me, I'll handle it," was his most manly sense of responsibility.

Ultimately, what Han Yi demonstrates is a profound understanding of his beloved. He understands the yearning for romance and ritual beneath Youzhen's independent exterior, and he also understands that beneath her strong career image lies a girlish heart that longs to be carefully cherished.

She didn't know or care about others. But for Yu-jin, this was all she expected in a relationship.

The perfect lover could be none other than this.

Although she had already mentally given her boyfriend a perfect score on the love questionnaire he submitted today, Yu-jin's surprise and emotion did not stop there.

The real romance has only just begun.

After passing through the Lincoln Tunnel, Han Yi did not take Youzhen directly to dinner. Instead, he headed north along 10th Avenue, turned right at West 57th Street, and stopped temporarily for two minutes in front of One57.

On one hand, it was to ask Fiyamu-Dervich and Kian-Griffin to take the Korean girl's luggage upstairs first. On the other hand, it was also to get Sofia to bring down the two gifts and a snack she had prepared earlier.

The first gift was in a gift box from the Bodolf Goodman boutique.

A hooded grey cashmere scarf from Yu-jin's favorite brand, Brunello-Cucinelli.

"I knew you wouldn't dress properly." Han Yi said, helping Youzhen, who was holding things and struggling to open the gift box, as he chattered on and on. "So, this morning I went to Bodolf Goodman to buy you this scarf. I was going to bring it with me when I picked you up, but, hey, guess what? The more I try to remember something, the less I can remember it. I was halfway through driving when I realized—I left it at home!"

"Luckily, I got into the car right after getting off the plane, so I didn't have to stand in the cold wind for too long... Come on, lean forward a little, let me help you put it on. It's a scarf and cape design, you can just drape it over your shoulders, it's warm and stylish, and not bulky at all... See? Isn't it beautiful!"

"Beautiful." Feeling the heavy love on her shoulder, Youzhen's heart raced, her face flushed, and she hugged the flowers in her hands even tighter.

That's right, Han Yi's second gift was the bouquet of flowers that Sophia gave to Han Yi, and then Han Yi put into Youzhen's arms.

Commissioned to Scotts Flowers, a renowned florist near the Empire State Building, this bouquet features white Phalaenopsis orchids as its centerpiece, complemented by baby's breath and eucalyptus leaves. Each main flower appears as if sculpted from moonlight and white jade, its unfolding petals releasing a delicate fragrance in the winter night. Around the Phalaenopsis orchids, fluffy, misty white baby's breath is subtly interspersed. Their tiny blossoms, like twinkling stars in the night sky or a veil of soft mist, gently embrace the main flowers.

Throughout the bouquet, a few sprigs of grey-green eucalyptus leaves run throughout. Their unique fan-shaped leaves and soft, drooping stems add a natural sense of line and depth. The bouquet's packaging is also extremely minimalist, with matte-textured dark grey kraft paper echoing the color of the eucalyptus leaves, maximizing the beauty of the flowers themselves. Finally, a silk ribbon elegantly and neatly ties the bouquet together, enclosing all its beauty within one piece.

There are two main reasons for this combination.

The first reason is symbolism. The Phalaenopsis orchid represents Youzhen's independent and noble soul, which Han Yi admires. Baby's breath symbolizes his omnipresent and meticulous care. And eucalyptus leaves symbolize the lasting peace and profound comfort brought by this relationship.

This wasn't something Han Yi made up. It was the core idea he extracted from his nearly half-hour visit to Scotts Flowers, where he spent a long time listening to the florist, who had an exceptionally strong desire to express himself.

As for the second reason...

You can tell by looking at the greeting card tucked inside the kraft paper.

The greeting card contained only one line, which read "To the best girlfriend in the world" instead of "To the best manager in the world".

"Which looks better, the scarf or the flowers?" Han Yi thanked Sophia, rolled up the car window, and asked with a smile.

“They’re all beautiful.” Yoo-jin’s eyes reflected the bright white starry sky. “This is…this is the first time in my life I’ve ever received flowers.”

"First time?" Han Yi asked skeptically. "Didn't your previous suitors ever send you flowers?"

“Those don’t count,” Yu-jin corrected seriously. “Those that weren’t accepted don’t count as received.”

"quibble."

Starting the car, Han Yi steered with his left hand, rejoining the traffic, and pointed in Youzhen's direction with his right hand, saying, "There's still a carton of yogurt in the hat, drink it first."

"Ah." No wonder it felt so heavy. Yu-jin was stunned for a moment, then struggled to free one hand and clumsily pulled out the Whole Foods 365 Original Greek Yogurt from the hood.

"But...aren't we supposed to eat?"

"If you don't drink some yogurt before eating spicy food, can your stomach handle it? Don't tell me again, like last time, that your stomach felt burning after eating spicy food."

"Spicy food?" Like a meerkat basking in the sun on the African savanna, Youzhen sat up abruptly, her eyes brighter than the car's headlights. "What do you want to eat?" "We still need to go to the Metropolitan area later, and it's definitely too late to head to Flushing now. So..." Han Yi glanced at the time on the car's infotainment screen, "...Spicy East Village, please."

"Hooray!" Youzhen waved her bouquet and cheered happily. Having spent almost a year with Han Yi, she had long since become a Sichuan food enthusiast. In Los Angeles, the thing she looked forward to most every noon was that Han Yi would come to the office and that they would have time to go to Meizhou Dongpo in the nearby Xiyuan Shopping Center for lunch.

Compared to Western food, or even Korean cuisine, the spicy and flavorful Sichuan food suits Youzhen's taste better. Often, if Han Yi suggests going to eat Korean food, she will frown and touch her stomach, saying that her stomach has been upset these past few days and she can't eat anything too oily or spicy. Then, the next second, she will be all smiles and drag him to San Gabriel, Arcadia, or Rowland Heights to find even oilier and spicier Sichuan food.

Therefore, Han Yi, who had completely figured out the Korean girl's eating preferences, did not take her to the Korean street opposite the Empire State Building. Instead, he drove directly to East Village, a key stop on their first trip to New York, where they ate nine meals over two days – Spicy East Village.

Even on Tuesdays, there's a 40-minute wait for a table, but Youzhen doesn't feel the time passing slowly at all. Only after the car stopped at the restaurant entrance did she leisurely open the yogurt and tear open the plastic spoon packaging. She took a bite herself, then fed Han Yi a bite.

"You eat, you eat, I'm not eating anymore."

"Stop feeding me, Yoojin, I really don't like yogurt."

"Oops... this spoon scooped out too much, it's leaking out!"

Yu-jin was putting into practice the second rule of love she discovered at Disneyland: if Han Yi was good to her, she had to be good to him in return. Whether Han Yi liked it or not, he had to eat half of this yogurt; otherwise, if he got a stomachache from eating spicy food later, she would feel sorry for him.

And... how cute and funny it is to see your boyfriend looking so resistant yet forced to give in!

Leos just love to force love!

After finishing a carton of yogurt and cuddling with Han Yi for a while, it was finally their turn to sit at the next empty table in Spicy East Village. Stepping out of the sedan chair, Zhao Youzhen took a deep breath of the cold New York winter night air, feeling refreshed and invigorated, as if her entire brain had been cleared of its cache.

Yu-jin loves the feeling of being able to let her head down on dates and be taken care of like a little idiot—a wonderful feeling she never dared to dream of before.

Her boyfriend helped pour water, ordered food, and folded her coat and scarf neatly on the seat next to him. All Youzhen had to do was watch him do all this methodically with starry eyes, and then pick up her chopsticks and start eating heartily.

How many boyfriends can be like Han Yi, satisfying both material and spiritual needs, controlling the big picture, and also paying attention to small details?
Anyway, Youzhen has never been in a relationship, so she doesn't know anything about it. Therefore, her boyfriend must be the best in the world.

Satisfying her taste buds and even more satisfying her heart, Yu-Chen found this spicy Dong-Cun meal to be far more delicious than her first visit.

As Yuzhen patted her round belly and linked arm with Han Yi's as they left the restaurant, she was so blissfully unaware of the world around her. Although she hadn't been craving carbs at every meal lately, the simultaneous feeling of fullness and happiness still left her somewhat dazed. It wasn't until her Aston Martin turned right onto East 80th Street and entered the Metropolitan Museum of Art's parking area that she remembered there was a final destination for their date.

As usual, after closing time, the entrance to the Metropolitan Museum of Art's 80th Street underground parking garage was already filled with water-filled barriers, with a red "STOP" sign placed in front to prevent vehicles from accidentally entering. However, there was a slight difference: in the driveway that should have been empty, there stood a Metropolitan security guard wearing a dark blue windproof jacket with his two thumbs tucked into his belt, and a museum staff member wearing a thick museum down jacket over a three-piece suit, with a name tag hanging on his chest.

Upon seeing the Aston Martin turn right, the staff member stopped chatting with the security guard, put on a warm smile, and jogged forward a couple of steps to the driver's side window.

"Mr. Han?"

His superior had already informed him of the characteristics, vehicle model, and license plate number of the distinguished guests who would be visiting after the museum closed that night.

"Good evening." Han Yi rolled down the car window and nodded slightly to the other party. "Sorry to bother you so late."

“Not at all, Mr. Han.” The staff member’s smile grew even warmer. “We are delighted to welcome you and your wife to the museum. Please drive up the ramp from here, and you can park directly at the museum entrance on the G level. We sincerely wish you a pleasant evening at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.”

Clearly, information about the female companion was not within the scope of his superior's instructions, so he could only guess at the relationship between Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen.

Thank you very much, and I hope you have a pleasant evening.

After flashing a polite smile and exchanging nods with the security guards who had moved the water-filled barriers, Han Yi drove his car into the underground parking lot of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Since the museum was already closed, there were only two or three cars parked at the entrance of the museum on the G level. Han Yi didn't even need to reverse; he drove straight into a spacious parking space, turned off the engine, and opened the door.

"You've arrived, Mrs. Han."

Han Yi jogged a few steps, walked around the front of the car, and held the car door that Zhao Youzhen had already opened herself, teasingly saying.

"You're taking advantage of me again." Zhao Youzhen's right hand reached up to Han Yi's cheek. Instead of continuing their banter, she left a lipstick mark on his lips. Then, she narrowed her eyes slightly and said softly, "Thank you for indulging me."

"Anything for you."

This ignited Han Yi's passion. He put his arm around Zhao Youzhen's waist, pressed her against the car door amidst her soft gasps, and kissed her passionately before reaching out to smooth her slightly disheveled hair and softly saying, "Let's go."

"Ah."

Yujin had almost lost the strength to respond.

I forgot to mention that Leos do indeed enjoy forced love, and it's not one-sided, it's reciprocal.

Whether she forces others or others force her... she loves them all.

Like an elderly couple, they clasped hands and led Youzhen into the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor.

Ten seconds later, the elevator doors reopened, and what came into view were dozens of interlaced Hellenistic sculptures, and several museum staff members dressed in black suits with bright red name tags around their necks, just like their colleagues at the parking lot entrance.

Good evening, Mr. Han and Ms. Zhao.

A brown-haired woman standing in the center of the crowd stepped forward first, revealing eight meticulously groomed, white teeth to the two of them.

“My name is Quincy Horton, Deputy Director of the Exhibitions and International Programs Department.”

"On behalf of all my colleagues at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I would like to express my sincere gratitude and warmest welcome to you for your presence on such a beautiful evening."

(End of this chapter)