Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

2009 8 Month 13 Day.

Outside the porthole of the International Space Station, Earth appears like a dazzling sapphire suspended in the boundless darkness.

With a gentle push against the cabin wall, Liu Yufei's body floated lightly towards the experimental chamber. She was wearing comfortable casual clothes inside the chamber—a soft cotton T-shirt and elastic trousers, the hem of which fluttered slightly in the weightless environment.

She had just finished filming her last space scene in "The Spy King 5" and was still immersed in the role, a faint smile on her lips.

"Perfect!" Director Coen's voice came through the earpiece. "Yufei, this take is good. You can prepare to head back."

She breathed a soft sigh of relief and reached out to brush a strand of hair from her forehead—in a weightless environment, they always floated mischievously, unwilling to stay still.

At that moment, the hatch slid open, and Lin Yuan floated in, holding two sealed bags of juice.

"Happy wrap-up." He smiled and handed her a bag. "You can't find this special weightless edition anywhere else on Earth."

Liu Yufei took it, squeezed the straw gently, and the juice condensed into a round droplet, which she skillfully held in her mouth.

She squinted, like a satisfied cat: "It tastes much better than the prop drinks on set."

Lin Yuan looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

After fading out of the film industry for several years, she immediately returned to participate in the filming of "The King of Spies 5" because of her own request.

In order to safely go into space, she also underwent rigorous training.

Fortunately, her physical functions remained at their peak at 18, so it didn't take too long.

What Liu Yufei didn't know was that Lin Yuan had another purpose in dragging her to film "The King of Spies 5".

“Sissi,” he suddenly spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than usual, “I have something I want to tell you.”

"Hmm?" She tilted her head to look at him, her eyelashes casting dappled shadows in the soft cabin light.

He didn't answer immediately, but gently took her hand and led her towards the viewing window.

The Earth slowly rotated beneath their feet, the clouds were like veils, and the outlines of the continents and oceans were clearly visible.

“Looking at the Earth from here makes all worries seem insignificant,” he said softly. “But at the same time, some feelings become clearer.”

Liu Yufei's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Lin Yuan released her hand and took out a small velvet box from the storage compartment of the spacesuit.

In zero gravity, he didn't need to kneel, but he still lowered himself slightly and opened the box in an almost classical proposal pose.

A ring set with a blue diamond lay quietly on black velvet, shimmering like stars under the lights of the space capsule.

“Liu Yufei,” he gazed into her eyes, “being in space allows you to forget the troubles of Earth and understand what’s most important. For me, that’s you.”

This time, Lin Yuan addressed her by her full name.

Liu Yufei's breathing paused slightly, and her eyes felt a little hot.

“I know this is sudden,” he smiled, “but I feel like I’ll definitely regret it if I don’t propose in space. I don’t think anyone’s ever proposed in space before, right?”

She didn't answer immediately, but instead reached out and gently touched the ring, letting it float slowly between the two of them.

Then, she suddenly smiled, her eyes curving into a beautiful arc.

“Lin Yuan,” she said softly, “do you know which line I like best from the ‘King of Spies’ series?”

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"It's in the third movie, the line the female lead says to the male lead—'Whether it's heaven or hell, I'll follow you.'"

She reached out and grasped his wrist, letting the ring settle firmly in her palm. "So, my answer is—yes."

The two people's smiles instantly brightened up the entire cabin.

Lin Yuan carefully placed the ring on her ring finger, then gently pulled her closer and kissed her under the witness of the vast universe.

The Earth rotated silently behind them, starlight showered down, as if the entire Milky Way was blessing this moment.

A day later, the return capsule carrying the two broke through the atmosphere, streaking across the blue sky like a shooting star.

After entering the atmosphere, the re-entry capsule experienced intense friction with the atmosphere, and its speed gradually decreased from 7.9 kilometers per second to several hundred meters per second.

At an altitude of 10 kilometers above the ground, the return capsule deployed its parachute.

The return capsule decelerated further, its speed dropping from 200 meters per second to 7 to 8 meters per second, and it continued to decrease.

Lin Yuan and Liu Yufei unbuckled their seatbelts and got up from their chairs.

"Are you nervous?" Lin Yuan asked.

He was wearing a dark blue spacesuit with a small white flower pinned to his chest, like a brooch on a groom's suit.

Liu Yufei shook her head and adjusted her white parachute dress—it was custom-made so that it wouldn't hinder her movements while retaining the elegance of a wedding dress.

"Although I haven't experienced it myself, seeing how many high-altitude scenes you've filmed, 6000 meters is nothing," she laughed. "It's just that getting married in the air is truly a first for me."

The hatch opened when the altimeter showed 6000 meters.

Amidst the howling wind, the priest's voice came through the earpiece:
"Mr. Lin Yuan, do you take Ms. Liu Yufei to be your wife, wherever you may be?"

"I do."

"Ms. Liu Yufei, are you willing to marry Mr. Lin Yuan, for better or for worse ...

"I do."

They exchanged rings that had been prepared beforehand—this time they were securely fastened to their fingers with special tape to prevent them from falling off.

“Now, the groom may kiss the bride,” the priest added humorously, “but I suggest he hold her tight.”

Against the backdrop of azure sky 6000 meters above the ground, they embraced and kissed, then jumped hand in hand out of the cabin.

In the few dozen seconds of free fall, the world consists only of each other.

When the parachute opened precisely at an altitude of 2000 meters, the two canopies resembled two blooming white flowers, standing out prominently against the blue sky.

The wedding venue was on the ground, where invited relatives and friends had been waiting for a long time.

When the couple landed safely at the wedding venue, director Coen couldn't help but exclaim, "Now we can save on film promotion!"

Liu Yufei smiled as she tidied her wind-blown hair, and Lin Yuan reached out to brush a strand of hair from her forehead.

"So, Mrs. Lin," he asked in a low voice, "are you satisfied with the wedding?"

She looked up at the man who had brought her back to Earth from space, her eyes brimming with laughter: "Even better than the script."

In the distance, the setting sun dyed the clouds gold.

And their story has only just begun.

……

……

Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows onto the Persian carpet at Betty Adams’ private estate.

Two young mothers sat on a leather sofa in the glass conservatory, each holding a newborn baby.

The holographic projection on the wall was broadcasting the world-renowned space wedding live, but their attention was more focused on the little life in their arms.

“The vow on the parachute is so touching.” Betty gently stroked her son’s black baby hair, the baby’s little hand unconsciously clutching her pearl necklace.

Lee Boo-jin adjusted her position while holding the baby. The mixed-race baby in her arms was sleeping soundly, its little hand still clutching a strand of its mother's long hair.

"Aren't you jealous at all?" Lee Boo-jin asked with a smile. "Of course not, I'm not trying to cause trouble!"

Betty stroked the child's head and smiled, "I've already gotten the baby I wanted most, and so have you, haven't you?"

The housekeeper quietly brought over two cups of warm postpartum tea, a specially made recipe with added red dates and goji berries—this was specially prepared by a nutritionist at Lin Yuan's request.

Betty was initially not used to the Eastern tradition of "postpartum confinement," but under Lin Yuan's repeated insistence, she obediently accepted the arrangement.

“Honestly,” Betty sipped her tea, “I didn’t expect you to agree to come here for your postpartum confinement.”

Lee Boo-jin looked out the window at the neatly trimmed rose garden: "The old Samsung building is too stuffy. And..."

She bent down and kissed her son's forehead. "Isn't it better for them to be friends from a young age?"

"Has everything been arranged regarding the inheritance?" Lee Boo-jin suddenly asked.

Betty nodded and took a gold-embossed document from a file folder beside the sofa: "The Adams family trust has been restructured." She turned to the last page, on which was imprinted her son's tiny footprint. "Upon my death, or with my prior authorization, he will inherit all the shares."

“My private lawyer has taken care of the legal procedures,” Lee Boo-jin said, pulling up an encrypted file on her phone. “But I want him to have control over that power.”

The two mothers smiled at each other, reaching a tacit understanding on this warm, sunny afternoon.

Because Lin Yuan had promised them that they would get pregnant immediately, and the child would definitely be a son, who would be smart and handsome.

Now that the first two points have been verified, the last point naturally convinced both mothers as well.

Although Betty and Lee Boo-jin didn't know how Lin Yuan managed to be so confident, they chose to believe him unconditionally as long as he spoke.

At that moment, the baby in their arms seemed to sense something and yawned slightly.

The greenhouse's smart glass automatically adjusts its light transmittance, filtering out harsh sunlight.

The housekeeper quietly replaced the flowers with fresh ones, and the delicate fragrance of lily of the valley filled the air.

“Speaking of which,” Betty said, looking at the parachute landing in the holographic projection, “what kind of wedding do you think the kids will want when they grow up?”

Lee Boo-jin chuckled softly, "With their genes, it might even be held on Mars."

The two burst into laughter, startling the baby in their arms awake.

Amid the baby's cries, they tacitly began to soothe the child, none of them noticing the final image projected onto the screen—

Lin Yuan stood at the end of the red carpet, but her gaze was fixed on the distance beyond the camera's view, a smile on her lips that only they could understand.

As the sun sets, the nannies quietly enter to prepare to give the babies a massage.

Betty and Lee Boo-jin stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the two newly planted oak saplings in the garden—planted by Lin Yuan on the day their child was born, symbolizing that the two little lives would grow together on this land.

"Twenty years from now," Betty suddenly said, "what will this place look like?"

“No matter what, I believe Lin Yuan is always with us,” Lee Boo-jin said with a smile.

“Oh right, we’ll have to leave the baby with the nanny for now; we should go to the party,” Betty said.

"Yes! Fortunately, Douglaston isn't far. We can still make it back tonight and put the kids to bed," Lee Boo-jin said with a smile.

……

……

Right next to New York, in East Rutherford, New Jersey, the Metropolitan Life Stadium was filled with the roar of 100,000 people, almost lifting the summer sky.

This is a scene from Taylor Swift & Girls' Generation's special concert.

As two of the most popular singers in the world in recent years, their joint concert was naturally sold out. The venue, which originally had a capacity of 82500 people, was temporarily expanded to 10 people!

The midday sun pierced through the thin mist of the stage effects, reflecting a rainbow-like halo on Taylor Swift's silver-white stage outfit, while the Girls' Generation members wore light pink stage outfits as the main color.

They walked toward the extended stage, microphones in hand, each step eliciting a tsunami of screams.

The concert was already coming to an end.

When Taylor Swift and Girls' Generation finished their final collaboration, "Reunion in the Wasteland," and left for backstage, the fans in the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Fans enthusiastically invited the singer to return for an encore.

From a professional ethics standpoint, there is no need for the singer to return for an encore.

Because the concert has already ended.

However, the fans are so enthusiastic that the singers often return for an encore to interact with them and sing a few more songs to satisfy everyone.

At that moment, the elegantly dressed girls from backstage returned for a comeback.

However, the fans in the audience were surprised to find that four people were missing:
Taylor Swift, Kim Tae-yeon, Lim Yoon-ah, and Hwang Mi-young.

What the fans didn't know was that backstage, the four superstars were running wildly in high heels.

Yoona almost tripped over her sequined skirt, but was pulled back by Tiffany.

"Where's the car?" Taylor Swift asked, pulling off her false eyelashes as her assistant smudged her stage makeup with a wet wipe.

“Exit B3!” Kim Tae-yeon glanced at her watch. “Forty minutes left.”

When they arrived at the underground parking garage, a black stretch Lincoln limousine had been waiting for them for some time.

Security chief Saragama bent down to open the car door for them while keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

The extended Lincoln limousine slid out of the underground garage like a black phantom and headed toward Douglaston.

As the sun sets, the oak trees at Lin Yuan Manor in Douglaston turn golden.

The four women in the car gazed at the mansion on the distant hillside, its warm lights shining brightly.

"We're here! At least we're not late!" Im Yoona said, patting her chest.

“Even though we missed it, my sisters won’t be angry, but this was our family’s first gathering!” Kim Tae-yeon added.

"Don't worry, Lin Yuan will definitely be the last one to arrive!" Taylor Swift said casually.

……

……

The aroma of rosemary-roasted lamb chops wafts from the kitchen of the mansion in Douglaston.

GAKKI stood on a stool, carefully adjusting the floral arrangement in the center of the table, while Gao Yuanyuan and Jia Jingwen made the final adjustments to the champagne tower.

Anne placed freshly picked white roses into a crystal vase, while Charlize wiped Lin Yuan's favorite vinyl record player.

Today's first family dinner was arranged perfectly, from the banquet itself to the decorations.

They did not involve any servants today.

This is a family dinner; only by cooking for ourselves can we experience the warmth of home.

"Place the napkin in the second position from the left," Yui Aragaki whispered, gently turning the rotating tray on the table. "That way, everyone can quickly get their favorite dish."

Suddenly, the car headlights shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Betty and Lee Boo-jin walked in.

"Looks like we arrived quite early. Is there anything I can help you with?" Betty asked with a smile.

"This atmosphere is fantastic, you can tell they put a lot of thought into it! Quickly give me some work to do!" Lee Boo-jin said with a smile.

"Both of you come from wealthy families, so please don't cause us any trouble," Charlize said with a smile.

The two young ladies didn't take it to heart; they were very good friends in private, but they couldn't offer any real help.

GAKKI, the head housekeeper, came out with a smile and said, "We're all family. You're all new moms now, you should rest well! When Taylor Swift and the others arrive, ask them to help out!"

Amidst laughter and playful banter, the kitchen suddenly became lively.

Gao Yuanyuan accepted the red wine, while Jia Jingwen had already prepared a specially made non-alcoholic beverage.

Anne suddenly raised her finger and shushed everyone—the sound of a car driving in came from outside the door again.

"We're not late, are we?" Im Yoona was the first to peek in, her hair still adorned with glitter from her stage makeup.

Taylor Swift followed behind her, holding an exquisite gift box in her hands. Kim Tae-yeon and Hwang Mi-young hurriedly caught the gift that was about to fall.

GAKKI-chan smiled as she lit the last candle.

Under the warm light, the silhouettes of several women intertwined on the wall.

As the oven beeped, someone whispered, "Now we just wait for him to come back."

Inside the restaurant, seven carefully prepared dishes were laid out on a long table, each one a favorite of the diners.

Gao Yuanyuan specially prepared a stew from his hometown, and Jia Jingwen baked his favorite apple pie.

In the flickering candlelight, the women arranged the tableware in perfect harmony, exchanging knowing smiles from time to time.

“You tell me,” Taylor suddenly spoke up, “how much longer until Lin Yuan arrives?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.

Everyone stopped moving and turned their gazes toward the gate.

Lin Yuan and Liu Yufei walked in side by side, smiling. (End of Chapter)