Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 230

As soon as the light aircraft landed.

"I'm so relieved you’re not hurt. You absolutely must not get injured... Anyway, really... I’m just really relieved."

"It’s a miracle everything was OK in one go. You worked so hard."

"Are you insane?! Why did you do something so dangerous?! Huh?! Do you think that was the right decision?!" freёwebnovel.com

A barrage of dialogue hit my ears the moment I stepped out, as if they had been waiting for this moment.

From experience, I knew that in situations like this, saying too much wouldn’t help.

One firm sentence would be far more effective.

"But it looked cool, didn’t it?"

I answered with a bright smile.

"Is that really what you should be saying right now?!"

Evelyn stomped her feet, looking like she was about to lose her mind.

"I ran through it during rehearsals, so I thought it would be fine. I’m sorry."

And within the heated atmosphere, I made sure to slip in an apology.

No matter how much it was for the sake of the film, what I did was undeniably reckless.

Some things required an apology, no questions asked.

"No, actually... You already showed us during rehearsals, but I failed to confirm it again. That’s my mistake."

"I... I feel the same way. As the director, I shouldn’t have been so complacent."

Dealing with an unconventional actor must have been exhausting.

I bowed my head toward Producer Berryard and Director McGroy, acknowledging their struggles.

Then, I gently took Evelyn’s still-flushed hand.

"I won’t make reckless decisions like this again. I promise."

"...You really need to consider how it feels for the people watching."

The moment I held her hand, Evelyn’s anger seemed to dissolve.

Something about this reminded me of a certain childhood friend.

"The shot... The shot was incredible. In any case, we somehow managed to finish all the high-difficulty scenes ahead of schedule."

McGroy smoothly transitioned the conversation, summarizing the current situation.

To put it simply—

Starting with the rope-swinging scene.

Then all the complicated sequences involving the light aircraft.

All the tension-inducing, nerve-wracking action scenes were wrapped up.

From this point on, we’d be shooting on set, using CGI for the remaining parts.

In other words, only the relatively safer scenes were left.

"Filming in this order makes everything flow much better. It kind of feels like checking off homework assignments one by one."

Producer Berryard seemed pleased with this filming method, smiling in satisfaction.

"Well, maybe it’s because the lead actor doesn’t make any mistakes?"

The schedule had estimated about a month for this scene.

And we finished it in just one day.

I was about to make a modest remark in response to their praises—

"When following this pace, the next scene should be the kiss scene."

McGroy suddenly dropped a bomb.

"Ah, I guess that’s right."

I was surprised, but it made sense.

So I quickly accepted it.

"Wh-what? H-huh?! A k-kiss scene? Not just a light peck?"

Evelyn's eyes widened in shock.

She turned to the director with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Yes, yes, just a light peck. I only phrased it that way to make it easier to understand. Sorry for the misunderstanding."

McGroy waved his hands in a flustered attempt to clarify.

A kiss scene, huh.

There had been one in Phantom of the Opera, too.

But even then, it was filmed with clever camera angles—just pretending to kiss.

There had never been any real physical contact.

Just a bit more body proximity than usual.

Nothing more than that.

And yet, somehow, fate had led me to my first actual kiss scene in Tarzan.

While I was lost in thought, Evelyn—her face now red all the way to her ears—started inching closer to me.

I lowered my head slightly, wondering what she was about to say.

"It’s my first kiss. What should I do?"

"—?!"

A real bomb exploded right next to my ear.

***

"The conditions are amazing."

—"Yes, so if it’s at all possible... I’d love to do this together."

"Donghu is definitely the main star, right?"

—"That’s correct. I’ve sent the full proposal and contract details via email."

"Sounds good. I’ll check and get back to you once the decision is made."

—"Understood! I’ll be waiting for a positive response."

Click.

As soon as the call ended—

"Wow. This is insane."

Choi Seokho recalled the conversation and let out a deep, satisfied laugh.

The program’s name? Will It Work on the Mainland?

At first, he hadn’t known what to make of it.

But the concept was solid.

A food truck showcasing Korean cuisine in the U.S.?

And since it was set to be released as an OTT exclusive first,

if done right, it could perfectly target global audiences.

‘Forget everything else—the deal itself is the most appealing part.’

Choi Seokho opened the email and skimmed through the contract, feeling pleased.

Despite Kim Donghu’s skyrocketing status,

he still wasn’t receiving proper treatment in Korea.

‘Even after getting recognized overseas, since he hasn’t been active domestically... they’ve been lowballing him.’

That’s why he had turned down countless offers until now.

Even hundred-billion-won deals felt laughable when they tried to cut his rate.

Just reading some of those proposals had been infuriating.

‘But since this is a collaboration between tvW and Netflix, they’re handling it properly.’

On top of that, everything about the project screamed that it was tailor-made for Kim Donghu.

For one thing, he was the main chef.

No matter how good he was at cooking, he wasn’t officially a chef.

Normally, they’d bring in a professional, but this was an incredibly bold decision.

‘That just shows how badly they want Donghu.’

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"Uuuuugh..."

How should she approach it?

What kind of expression would look the most natural?

As she agonized over these thoughts, time flew by.

And before she knew it—

The day of the kiss scene had arrived.

Evelyn was the first person to arrive on set.

Usually, she would have been relaxing in the waiting room with a cup of tea.

But today, getting used to the set took priority.

‘Green here, green there... I have nowhere else to look.’

Besides the basic structures, everything was green-screened.

Once they added artificial rain from above, it would be complete.

What was the right way to do this?

While she was still racking her brain—

‘Screw it. I’ll just do it and see what happens.’

Evelyn decided to let fate take the wheel.

Honestly, it was just filming. Why should she be embarrassed?

As long as she acted confident, it would be fine.

The moment she settled on that mindset, time sped up.

When she came to her senses, Kim Donghu was already standing in front of her.

And with each blink, he was getting closer.

‘Wait, this is real?’

A surreal moment.

Evelyn slowly closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.

"Cut! Uh—Evelyn... you, um... you can’t use your tongue."

"...Huh?"

"It’s just a simple peck."

"...Wait. You’re telling me I—wait—WAIT! I—I need to go to the waiting room! Right now!"

The moment she processed the director’s words, she bolted from the set.

She wanted to die from embarrassment.

***

Meanwhile, in England

"So, he’s really going through with it? That’s honestly hilarious."

"What is?"

"The idea of an Asian becoming a heavyweight champ. It’s laughable."

A heated podcast was taking place.

The white man sitting in front of the mic had a voice as confident as his massive frame.

"I mean, come on. I’m the champ.

And this guy—some nobody from God-knows-where—thinks he can take my belt?"

Donghu, Tonghu?

Even his name was hard to pronounce.

The man—the reigning WBC Heavyweight Champion—grinned as he openly mocked his challenger.

"He’s playing Tarzan, right?

I’ll send him back to the Stone Age before he even gets to act like a real human.

Step into the ring, caveman."

This happened in early May.