I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2063: 1334: Happiness
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“Did Oppa switch up his hairstyle once more?”
Beneath the stunning evening sky, Zhu Xuan stepped out from her house, wandering through the village of her upbringing.
Should anyone possess a childhood companion, the attractive youth walking alongside her would qualify as hers.
Yet, in contrast to her situation, she had remained with her relatives in this spot, whereas he had relocated shortly after launching his career.
Exactly so.
He was an idol as well.
Similar to her path, he had started as a trainee, got picked for a fresh boy band, and progressed favorably. Though not at the pinnacle, within the array of idol ensembles, theirs stood out as impressive.
“It’s due to your lack of focus on me for such a stretch.”
Liu Xiangjun feigned offense, then flashed a radiant grin while tousling his locks, “Does this shade look awesome?”
Zhu Xuan affirmed with a grin, “Oppa’s been good-looking ever since childhood.”
“Hardly.”
Strolling through the childhood neighborhood, recollections appeared all around, prompting Liu Xiangjun to heave a sigh.
“You’ve held beauty from your early days. Trailing after you, I faced taunts as mere fertilizer. You can’t imagine; I nearly sank into gloom. Know why I fixed my nose? Not for the debut—it stemmed from kid-era traumas, aiming to shake off that sense of inadequacy.”
Plastic enhancements.
They aren’t solely a female domain.
For idols, showcasing their finest selves to admirers represents commitment and duty.
“Oppa sensed inadequacy? I never spotted it.”
Zhu Xuan teased lightly, experiencing deep ease.
“That’s since you ignored me.”
Promenading beneath the starlit heavens, Liu Xiangjun uttered a wry chuckle, “Childhood mirrored the present in that regard.”
“No way. I’ve cherished Oppa all along.”
At those words, Liu Xiangjun perked up, only for Zhu Xuan’s follow-up to sap his enthusiasm once more.
“Whenever bullies targeted me, Oppa stepped in to protect.”
“Haha, how can anyone fault your lifelong prettiness? Lads craved your notice, while gals envied you.”
“So it’s on me?”
Once the chuckles faded, Liu Xiangjun grew earnest, “How’s life treating you in Shen Zhou? Adjusted yet?”
“It’s fine; Oppa shouldn’t fret over me.”
“Truly? Don’t you miss having companions around?”
Details on Zhu Xuan’s career in Shen Zhou surfaced online, yet her personal affairs stayed private.
“Oppa, do I seem so inept at connecting? I’ve formed bonds in Shen Zhou.”
“Oh.”
Liu Xiangjun sensed some discomfort.
Zhu Xuan gazed at him, “Oppa, visit Shen Zhou and see—they boast plentiful cuisine, expansive territories, cheap costs, straightforward jobs, and solid wages. Entertainers earn high regard there.”
“That explains your infrequent returns?”
Zhu Xuan denied with a head shake, “I return plenty. This place remains my roots.”
“Yet you skip notifying me on visits.”
Liu Xiangjun appended.
Zhu Xuan beamed, “It’s to avoid bothering Oppa, isn’t it?”
“Bothering? Never.”
A flicker of annoyance crossed Liu Xiangjun’s face, but he quickly added, “Recall our kid promise—we’d stay pals forever.”
Zhu Xuan agreed with a nod.
“Naturally, Oppa and I are buddies; next visit, I’ll inform you for sure, okay?”
“Promise for the next one.”
However, Liu Xiangjun, unfamiliar with Shen Zhou, couldn’t fully grasp, so he shelved his irritation and abruptly spotted a dwelling on the upcoming incline.
“Check it out—our old artwork.”
The exterior of that residence featured a broad watercolor design, though years had faded its hues, rendering the image indistinct.
Zhu Xuan halted, her gaze brimming with fond reminiscence.
“Oppa, any regrets these days?”
“Regrets about what?”
“About maturing.”
Liu Xiangjun’s thoughts drifted.
Zhu Xuan eyed the faded wall art, “Does Oppa second-guess the idol path?”
Liu Xiangjun creased his forehead, surprised by Zhu Xuan’s query, or maybe unclear on its intent.
“If not idol life, what alternative?”
“You might’ve pursued medicine, law, or prosecution.”
Liu Xiangjun chuckled.
“Zhu Xuan, paths to lawyer, doctor, or prosecutor demand immense toil—aware of the grind required?”
“Tougher than idol stardom?”
Zhu Xuan inquired.
Liu Xiangjun paused briefly, then responded, “Those fields require elite schooling, and my academics fell short.”
“Oppa, trainee life stalled your studies; without that, you might’ve shone brightly.”
Liu Xiangjun fell quiet.
“…And does Zhu Xuan harbor regrets?”
Beside the rise, illuminated by the lamppost, Zhu Xuan offered a gentle smile, “Merely conversing with Oppa.”
Liu Xiangjun inclined his head, observing the timeworn painting.
“Idol success brought Grandma comfort—that was your youthful aspiration.”
Zhu Xuan stayed mute.
Indeed.
Stardom had been her early fancy, typical in Korea, with grown-ups often claiming she suited showbiz innately.
Yet post-debut triumph, the gap between fantasy and truth hit hard.
Beyond mere struggles.
Beyond sheer weariness.
Struggles and weariness could be endured.
“Shall we move on.”
They departed; beyond this spot, the village overflowed with shared youthful echoes, intimately known to them both.
“Your fresh agency fair to you?”
Liu Xiangjun sought conversation.
“Yes, exceptionally so.”
“Prejudices in Shen Zhou toward Korean performers exist; for your success there, your firm must wield considerable clout in Shen Zhou.”
As her Oppa, Liu Xiangjun evidently monitored his younger counterpart’s circumstances closely.