No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1802: Daily Life After Marriage (30)

I just drove the car myself, taking Davy and Lily along, heading to a nearby county with nice scenery for a spin.

We hadn’t reached the destination yet, but the road was already filled with endless beauty: atop the green mountains, the bright sun rose high, casting its light on the mist filling the valleys. The white expanse looked like something out of a fairytale.

Through the car window, Davy stuck his head out, mouth wide open in delight, his hair and ears blown backward by the wind.

Lily sat in her seat, fully absorbed in studying her spell for transforming and growing.

When the car stopped, Hannah excitedly tugged on Arnold Simmons to take photos.

The photos captured the green mountains and flowing streams.

The locals said that when winter comes, the mountains blanketed in snow, adorned in silver, would be truly stunning.

Oh, and this village had a name—it’s called Bu Li.

The people of Bu Li lived simple and self-sufficient lives, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, their days exceptionally peaceful.

Hannah sat on the grass, looking through the photos they had just taken.

Arnold Simmons stood on the grass and extended his hand to her. "Let’s go, time to head back."

In the distance, the sun had already begun its descent. The fiery red sunset lit up the sky, and the sunlight reflected off the rippling stream, as though it were dusted with gold.

Davy and Lily were still chasing butterflies, playing happily. They’d made a new friend—a big yellow dog that guarded the village.

Hannah didn’t get up. She looked up at him, blinking her eyes, her smile unusually sweet.

Arnold Simmons turned around, bent down, and said with a doting tone, "Hop on, I’ll carry you."

"Sure!"

She leaped up and was caught securely by Arnold Simmons.

In the rice fields, the wind brushed over the waves of wheat, carrying with it the earthy aroma of soil. In the distance, smoke curled lazily from the chimneys of homes.

Hannah rested against Arnold Simmons’ back, looking left and right. She softly wrapped her hands around his neck. "Arnold, this place is so beautiful. Do you like it?"

Arnold Simmons looked at the path ahead, their shadows cast on the ground.

He curled his lips into a smile and said, "I like it."

"I like it too." She laughed, her voice quiet, as though she were whispering a secret. "Arnold, let’s come back next time, okay?"

"Okay."

That night, they stayed at a local guesthouse, which was bustling with tourists recently.

The village hosted an event that evening, and everyone in the village attended.

Hannah took some photos and posted them on her social media. In the pictures were Davy and Lily’s backs.

The two almost couldn’t hold back from rushing toward the bonfire when they saw others lighting it; during the dancing, they had more fun than anyone else.

Jack Stewart was the first to see her post.

After giving it a like, his finger hovered over the screen for a long time, before he finally chose to exit.

That afternoon, he made a trip back to campus.

The Film Academy was very close to where he lived. Recently, the school had been preparing for its anniversary celebration, and many distinguished alumni had received invitations; some had returned early to help out.

When he went, he was merely passing by.

His professors and mentors from back in the day still remembered him and even asked if Hannah would come to this year’s celebration.

He didn’t know; he hadn’t asked last time.

But he did know that Hannah had a lazy yet playful soul—she could stay at home if she wanted to, but when boredom struck, she would head out traveling.

As it turned out, his guess had been right.

Still, when the professor asked, he had to respond, "She should be coming."

The professor chuckled, "That’s good, that’s good. The students here have been asking me about Hannah quite a bit."

The Film Academy, over the years, had cultivated countless actors and entertainers—many of them famous and accomplished. Hannah was one of them, but she was undoubtedly the most renowned in recent times.