The Best Director

Chapter 291: Chapter 291 Standing at the Top of the World

“Wang Yang and Jessica got married today, marking the end of their 5-year-long dating marathon as they stepped into the holy hall of matrimony.”

Although entertainment magazines like “US,” “OK!,” and “In-Touch” offered millions, no media were allowed to take photos on-site. However, word of the grand wedding of the miraculous director and Sweetheart Angel wouldn’t just sink without a trace. Instead, numerous media outlets in English, Chinese, and other languages rushed to report on it. The whole world knew that this couple, in the prime of their youth, had officially tied the knot, leaving fans either sending heartfelt congratulations or feeling like thunderstruck on a clear day.

“Oh my God, the magical Wang Yang, why did you have to get married so early!!” “Heavens and earth!” The online world was filled with fans’ cries of heartache. It wasn’t hard to understand why countless people held a fondness for this healthy-image fairy-tale couple and sent their blessings; it also wasn’t hard to understand why some wanted to break them apart, wishing the two idols to return to the single life, at least not to get married so quickly, at 23 and 22 years old…

So quite naturally, the popularity of Wang Yang and Jessica, who were at the peak of their careers, suddenly took a nosedive with the terrifyingly bearish news of their rings of matrimony.

Young people experiencing the “loss of idols” were shaken earlier on January 4th, when 22-year-old Britney Spears and her childhood friend Jason Alexander married in Las Vegas. They divorced 55 hours later. Despite Britney returning to single status, this absurd flash marriage had already shown the public signs of little Britney turning into a tyrant. Originally, when pitted against Justin & Britney, almost everyone thought Wang Yang & Jessica would split up sooner, within half a year, or a year.

Now Justin & Britney are long gone, and other youth idols like Tom Welling, Kate Hudson, Jessica Simpson, Kirsten Dunst, and Natalie Portman went through marriages, divorces, romances, breakups, and stayed single… Yet this underrated interracial couple avoided any scandals or conflicts, leading naturally and logically to marriage.

What’s the result, then? 55 hours? A broken-hearted honeymoon? Infidelity? Living happily ever after? What about this pair of childhood friends turned newlyweds?

It is understood that the couple will immediately start their honeymoon, and it is indeed a full month. As for their itinerary, the media, the public, and friends with inside information are all pretty much in the dark. Checks written by magazines like “US” and “OK!” with millions on them were once again tossed into the trash.

“Want to wear it? Then hurry up and marry the person you love the most!” Displayed on Wang Yang’s blog screen was a frontal photo of the two at the church altar, with Wang Yang in a suit and Jessica in an ivory white wedding dress holding a bouquet of lilies, stunning beyond words. There were no official media partners, but Wang Yang’s blog was updated with a few photos of the wedding ceremony and reception, clearly marked with a prohibition against publication or reproduction.

This blog post from a few days ago continues to see a wild increase in hits and comments. Originally checking for updates of honeymoon photos and finding none, Clair clicked on the post again, browsing through these wedding photos another time and couldn’t help but see stars: “The magical Wang Yang is so handsome!” The pages and pages of netizen comments below were filled with “So beautiful!” “Blessings to you!” “Yang, your bride is really hot!!” There were also some negative comments that weren’t on the front page like “They don’t seem to match,” “When will you get divorced?”…

“How about it? Do you like it?”

The pristine moon hung high, and beneath the night sky, Paris was a blend of bustling brilliance and dimly lit charm. Visitors at the Place of Mars were sparse, either walking or taking photographs, and the towering Eiffel Tower was clad in a layer of yellow and red lights, as if aflame, casting the fountain before it in a radiant, fiery glow—utterly splendid.

“What do you think, absolutely beautiful…” In the elegant high-end suite of the hotel, with a view from the window of the romantic Parisian night and the distant Eiffel Tower, this was the first stop in France, Paris, on their European honeymoon. Gazing at his newlywed wife dressed in a white wedding gown, Wang Yang wore an expression of entranced admiration and sipped the red wine in his glass with a soft exclamation: “Wow, wow, wow…”

Seeing him like this, Jessica was filled with immense sweetness and joy. Lifting the hem of her wedding dress, she gently swayed her waist: “How about this?” Her eyes shimmered as she blinked, her curled lashes quivering with each movement. Her cheeks blushed, her lips painted a subtle sexy red, revealing a hint of her white teeth; under the wedding gown, her bare shoulders were exposed, the sleek lines of her figure perfectly outlined by the white silk.

“Sexy, sweet, angelic, beautiful…” Wang Yang appraised her, commenting softly, and as she swirled her dress, a cool breeze from outside made her white veil dance in the air, prompting him to add: “Adorable, lively, fresh…”

“Not cool?” Jessica blew a kiss from her left palm, sending it flying toward him.

“Cool, incredible,” Wang Yang gulped down a large sip of red wine, set the glass down, then rose from the sofa and walked toward her with a smile: “Sweetheart, this is surely the most unforgettable birthday I’ve ever had.”

Jessica’s smile was sweet as she opened her arms to await his familiar embrace, murmuring softly: “Yes, definitely. Yang, I love you, happy birthday…”

He embraced her and kissed her.

…

The moon set, the sun rose; the sun set, the moon rose. The clock went around and around, and several pages were flipped away from the calendar marked February. Finally, the movie fans following Wang Yang’s blog were treated to a new post featuring several photos of the couple enjoying Paris—the Seine River cruise, atop the Eiffel Tower and other places. He wrote: “The nightscape of Paris holds a captivating charm! In this city, we spend every day in happiness, including an unforgettable 24th birthday!”…

“Ahahaha!” “Stop!!” Under the sunny sky, studded with drifting white clouds, lay the vast farm cut into blocks of flower fields—in Slootdorp, Netherlands. Between the fields, the couple dressed in coats laughed and chased each other through the expanse. It wasn’t yet the spring flowering season, and the fields filled with multicolored tulips were all a sea of green, with the tulips only just budding.

However, they had just witnessed even more beauty in a greenhouse spanning several hectares, where they learned from the farm’s floral cultivator that the greenhouses typically operate on a three-week cycle, producing a million tulips, and that 70% of the Netherlands’ flower growing area consists of greenhouses, which serve as the main supply base for tulips year-round.

In the flower room filled with fragrance and lush tulips forming a vast sea of blooms, the couple saw the entire process of tulips growing from bulbs to flowering. They saw the fresh sprouts, the green stems and leaves stretching out, the initial buds, and the blooming flowers, capturing the beauty of each growth stage of the tulips. They also learned how to bundle tulips and how to refrigerate bulbs…

“It’s a pity we can’t see the wild flower sea.” Running playfully through several flower fields, the two of them wandered hand in hand, savoring the scenery, always embraced by that refreshing country air. Jessica took a long, leisurely sniff and said with a hint of regret, “Too bad we can’t see the flower sea outside.” Wang Yang chuckled and, while looking at those plump buds, said, “We’ll save the flower sea for next time! This is called the beauty of regret. Otherwise, it would just be something like ‘the office building rule’.”

Jessica smiled and nodded, gently swinging his hand; suddenly, Wang Yang pulled her into his embrace with a swoosh, looked around cautiously, and whispered. The endless green fields were very peaceful, and the tulips swayed gently in the wind. He smirked, “How about we do it right here? Sitting on the ground with me holding you…” Jessica laughed out loud but gave him a stern look, her tone decisive, “NO.”

“Just kidding,” Wang Yang laughed heartily. It was indeed just a joke, as who knows when someone might appear out of nowhere. As he enjoyed the delightful sight around them, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind and covered her eyes with his hands, full of excitement, “I have something to show you.” With her vision suddenly dark, Jessica felt the ring on his left ring finger pressing against her face, a sensation that comforted her heart. She giggled, “What’s up?”

“Don’t talk, just listen quietly to me,” Wang Yang said, covering her eyes, his voice gentle and unhurried, “We’ve now traveled through time, back to the future. It’s April 28th, the flowering season. Oh my goodness, all the tulips have bloomed, so beautiful! White, purple, red, gold…”

Listening to his tender voice and amusing speech, Jessica’s lips curled into a smile. It was as if she was surrounded by a cocoon of flowers and happiness in the darkness. Gradually, light returned to her view as the wide, rough hands slowly opened from her face, “Jessie, take a look at these flower seas.” As Jessica’s vision came back, she blinked her beautiful eyes, immediately seeing the blue sky and clouds, and everywhere around her… She looked around with a beaming smile, “Wow… so beautiful, haha! That patch of tulips is pink! Haha!”

“Right! Who says it isn’t?” Wang Yang laughed, looking around. He saw her open her arms and spin around, laughter ringing out like bells. Jessie, in mid-twirl, suddenly ran towards the pink sea of flowers, shouting with joy, “I want to sleep on the flowers!” Wang Yang chased after her, and once again, their laughter echoed across the fields.

“Ahhh—!!” Screaming in unison towards the vast blue ocean, the couple by the coast attracted the attention of a flock of seagulls, soaring in the sky; this was Copenhagen, Denmark. As they looked around at the lonely landscape dotted with turning windmills, Wang Yang said, exhilarated, “Can we do it here? Behind that big rock over there…” Jessie burst into laughter, rolled her eyes at him, then cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted, “Ah—”

There were no updates on Wang Yang’s blog this time, but the fans and movie enthusiasts saw the couple’s honeymoon updates on Jessica’s blog. Pictures on the computer screen showed that they had traveled to the Netherlands, Germany, Denmark, and other places. Jessica wrote, “The scenery is beautiful, and the journey is filled with joy! We’re about to leave Europe and will continue our travels in China, starting with an incredible place there! Wish us luck!”

The world was a vast expanse of snow, the silver mountains rising and falling like waves under the sunlight, sacred and mysterious, with rocks strewn all over the mountainsides. This is Mount Everest in China, about 5200 meters above sea level at Everest Base Camp. Accompanied by an assistant team that had been waiting for them, Wang Yang and Jessica entered Tibet, naturally visiting the Potala Palace in Lhasa first, then choosing a good day with suitable weather to climb Mount Everest.

Mid to late February is not the best season for climbing, and the climate in the Everest region is complex and changeable, with unpredictable variations even within a single day. However, the couple had no intention of reaching the summit. Accompanied by their climbing assistant team, they trekked from Rongbuk Monastery to Everest Base Camp and climbed several hundred meters further up. Along the way, the landscape was stunningly beautiful. Looking south towards Everest, it seemed like a giant snowy pyramid stood majestically among the mountain peaks, an awe-inspiring sight.

Today the weather was clear, and the two of them even saw the spectacular banner clouds over Mount Everest, capturing these beautiful memories with their camera.

“Are you cold? Are you okay?” On the mountain, Wang Yang looked at Jessica beside him, who was also dressed like a big black rice dumpling, as a white mist sprayed out of his mouth, “Don’t try to act tough, okay? Tell me immediately if you feel unwell.”

Since entering Tibet a few days ago, he hadn’t experienced any altitude sickness; Jessica was also safe and sound for the time being. After all, she regularly exercised, was an expert diver, and had lived in Salt Lake City for nearly half a year while shooting the ‘High School Musical’ trilogy, so being lively was normal for her. However, she was prone to illness and liked to act tough, so he had lost count of how many times he had reminded her.

Jessica nodded her head. She playfully exhaled a breath of air and looked at the professional climbing team’s assistants who were resting nearby. She chuckled to him, “Yang, let’s do it here! Right behind that big rock.” She pointed towards the high and distant summit of Mount Everest.

“Sure, sure!” Wang Yang laughed and playfully punched her on the shoulder, completely unable to feel her smooth skin. He saw her face turn red from the cold wind and suddenly joked, “Let’s not go any higher, this is enough, six thousand meters! Nearly twenty thousand feet!” Jessica immediately looked anxious, “Why? Yang, why? We can make it to seven thousand meters! Maybe even eight thousand! Don’t worry about me! I’m fine!”

“I am a man, and a male chauvinist, I have the final say,” Wang Yang laughed, gesturing with his hands and shouting to the people bundled up not far away, “Hey! We’re not climbing any further, this is enough.” Jessica shrugged with a look of resignation, the cold wind was freezing, but her heart was very warm. Looking at the summit of Mount Everest hidden by the banner clouds, she smiled, “All right! Six thousand meters, this is the highest place I’ve ever stood in my life.”

“Me too,” Wang Yang also gazed at the peak and the tall and vast mountains surrounding it, the huge boulders, even though it was just a whopping six thousand meters, it felt like the top of the world to them. The clouds of different shapes drifted along the summit of Mount Everest towards the other side, like fluttering flags, and they could vaguely see a high-altitude eagle freely flying not far below the clouds.

Wang Yang felt his mind and chest broaden a lot; the feeling of sudden enlightenment. Many blurry scenes from ‘Firefly’ became clear and certain. The convergence of the West and the East had to be a fusion of spirit and stature… Many ideas suddenly became excitingly clear. Perhaps this was the impact and inspiration from nature? All he knew was that the film critics were going to die.

Suddenly thinking of this, Wang Yang shook his head with a smile, and exclaimed, “Wow! My God, these sceneries are too beautiful!” Jessica beside him nodded with a smile: “Yes!”

“Let’s do it then!”

Under the eagle’s witness, the two of them, standing at the peak of this icy, snowy world, embraced each other and shared a passionate and long kiss.