Due to the strict censorship in the mainland, the approval process for movies takes considerable time, making it rare for films to have the opportunity to premiere globally. Laila's movies, however, were an exception. After all, she was a well-known "international friend" over there. Moreover, she was familiar with the domestic film environment and wouldn't make common sense mistakes.
As a result, one more person, Chen Shufen, was surprised by Laila's extravagant style. Leslie Cheung could "understand" her thoughts; who wouldn't want to see a movie they were eager to watch as soon as possible?
One dinner left one person in a very good mood, another feeling great due to seeing their idol in high spirits, one nervously on edge, and one feeling frustrated and wanting to overturn the table and beat someone up. It could be said that only Leslie Cheung truly enjoyed this delicious meal.
After concluding the dinner and making plans to chat properly next time, no one noticed a discreet camera sneaking out in the corner, taking numerous photos in their direction.
Back in her room, Laila happily threw herself onto the sofa.
The burden on her heart was lifted, and the fatigue that had lingered for the past two days loosened its grip. She felt a sense of leisure, as if the sky was incredibly blue, and the clouds were exceptionally white.
"Are you that happy?" Roy sat gloomily next to her.
"Yes, I'm really happy!" Laila pounced on him, pressing him down on the sofa, her eyes sparkling, "Roy, I'm genuinely happy. It's been a long time since I felt this way."
Roy, holding her hands behind her neck, supported her to prevent her from sliding off and falling to the floor. "As long as you're happy, that's what matters."
Laila finally noticed his odd expression. Cupping his face, she looked into his eyes, "You're not happy? Why?"
Roy's heart felt like it skipped a beat. His girlfriend was so joyfully smiling at another man, did he have any reason to be happy? However, he couldn't say that out loud. His emotional intelligence wasn't that low, "It's nothing. If you're happy, then I'm happy too."
At this moment, Laila's rationality had quietly come online. She lifted the corners of her lips, supporting his cheek with her hand, and said, "No, you're jealous."
It wasn't a question, but an affirmation.
He was jealous of her idol, and it was adorable.
Unable to resist, she kissed his face a few times, laughing while doing so, "I like him, but it's just an idol-like fondness. I enjoy watching his movies, and his songs, appreciating his charisma and looks, just like an ordinary fan. You're different; you're my boyfriend, the sexiest man in the world."
Roy, rarely seeing her so proactive, momentarily forgot about his frustrations.
"Of course! I'm sexier than him!" He absolutely couldn't admit defeat in this regard. Perhaps, in terms of temperament, he might be inferior to that "old man," but he believed that when he reached that age, he would be the sexiest and most charming man in the world!
Anyway, he was genuinely happy to see Laila return to normal. As for why she suddenly went to that place as if she had foresight, and saved someone she didn't know, Roy didn't want to investigate. In his eyes, it wasn't important. As long as she was happy, that was the fundamental thing.
However, the anticipated return to tranquility did not come the next day. Instead, as soon as he woke up, he received the news—there were many reporters and media outside the hotel, with several broadcast vans coming as well.
"Laila, did you hear?" He rushed to Laila's room, and as soon as he spoke, he saw her shaking a newspaper.
"Got caught," Laila smiled wryly, shrugging her shoulders.
Roy walked to her side, first giving her a morning kiss before taking the newspaper and flipping through it.
"What are they saying?" Being blind to Chinese characters was not pleasant, and he felt the urge to learn them again.
"It's not a big deal." Laila wasn't bothered. The burden in her heart was gone, and it was a moment of "the world is so wonderful." Even if she knew there would be many troubles for her in Hong Kong, it couldn't disturb her good mood.
"Just that we were photographed while having dinner yesterday, and then they claimed that I secretly came to Hong Kong to have a private meeting with Leslie Cheung for a film collaboration."
"Tsk," Roy sneered, "It seems paparazzi are stirring up trouble everywhere. Even if it's not true, what's the big deal?" In his impression, collaborating with Hollywood directors wasn't particularly difficult. He had never lacked roles from the beginning, not only from Laila but also from many scripts sent to him. So, in his mind, it wasn't a big deal.
"You can't say that." Laila had also been in this circle in her previous life, knowing that everyone in the industry, whether big or small, hoped to break into Hollywood. Even some A-list celebrities, even if they only had a few minutes of screen time in a Hollywood movie, would become objects of envy for many.
"Hollywood is the center of the world's film industry. It has the Oscars, representing the highest achievements, high box office figures, and global fame. As long as an aspiring actor is aware, who wouldn't want to go there and showcase their talents?"
Roy nodded thoughtfully. Thinking back to the time when he used to roam the streets, hearing others talk about Hollywood stars with admiration, he now realized he might have become an object of discussion and envy.
In fact, he wasn't wrong. Especially those who knew him from before, they paid close attention to his growth. For example, his former playmates and the owner of the ham shop he used to frequent. Every time the shop owner saw news about him, he proudly pointed to his photo, telling others, "I know this guy. He used to love eating the ham from my shop!"
Lost in his thoughts, Laila's phone rang, and a gentle voice came through.
"Director Moran, this is Leslie Cheung."
--------
Laila: I want to take my brother to Hollywood. I want him to win the Oscar!
Roy: Don't you love me anymore?