If Heaven Has Feelings

Monica Bellucci walked along the edge of the road with her hands behind her back.

At just over twenty, she perfectly embodied youthful innocence, while her voluptuous figure hinted at something more.

Dejan Lu followed alongside her, his feet powering the motorcycle as he kept pace.

"The commercial is finished, why are you still following me?"

Monica Bellucci suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at Dejan Lu as she asked.

"I just feel that when people face certain things, they have to seize the opportunity, otherwise they'll regret it their entire lives," Dejan Lu said, looking up and smiling. His eight white teeth were dazzling in the sunlight.

Seriously, no one could pass up a chance to pursue a movie star.

Monica Bellucci felt a pang in her heart.

Her dark eyes seemed like bottomless pits, drawing her in.

However, having encountered countless men surrounding her since she was a teenager, her emotions had become more reserved.

Witty, humorous, handsome, wealthy... Dejan Lu had almost no weaknesses.

Most importantly, compared to Italian men, he lacked a certain chauvinism.

This was rare in a patriarchal country like Italy.

This was why Monica Bellucci was willing to spend more time with him outside of work.

She always felt relaxed around Dejan Lu, and he spoke very nicely.

*'You're the most beautiful Italian girl I've ever seen... your eyes seem to hold stars... you're my Neapolitan coffee, even when quickly consumed, you still warm my hands...' *

When you meet the right person, even just walking down the street doesn't feel boring.

Milan is a big city.

But even in Milan's city center, there are streets like Via Padova.

Gypsies, Albanians, and illegal immigrants from Eastern Europe congregated here; a nondescript room might house over 10 people from the same country or region.

As soon as the two entered the street, they were met with unwelcome gazes.

Dejan Lu pulled Monica onto the back seat, handed her a helmet, and floored the accelerator.

The engine of the newly purchased RG500 roared like a wild beast.

The strong push from behind made Monica cry out involuntarily.

The thugs who had intended to crowd around and cause trouble immediately dove to the side of the road, afraid of being hit.

Damn it, this street is filled with all sorts of carelessly placed items, aren't they afraid of accidents?

A few dust-covered Gypsies turned back and cursed, but the motorcycle didn't fall over due to obstacles as they expected. Instead, it weaved and dodged, remaining agile through various obstacles at high speed, like a motorcycle stunt show.

The adrenaline rush made Monica incredibly excited. Accustomed to such thrills, she tightly hugged Dejan Lu's waist.

Their brazen display clearly angered the people on the street.

For them, going to jail was no different from going home.

Via Padova did not allow anyone to be more arrogant than them.

Two Gypsies directly placed a barbecue cart across the road. They chose their timing perfectly, giving Dejan Lu almost no time to react.

Fortunately, Dejan Lu's reaction speed was good. He slowed down and swerved at the same time, passing through the narrow gap.

The next second, he heard a heavy thud.

In his peripheral vision, he saw Monica smash one of the thugs hard on the head with her helmet, knocking him to the ground.

"Nice work!"

Dejan Lu said.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Monica said a little proudly.

Having grown up in a small village, she had learned how to protect herself from her father, who owned a trucking company, long ago.

After leaving Via Padova, Monica was still buzzing with excitement.

It had been a long time since she had experienced anything so thrilling.

"Where are we going now?"

Monica shouted, hugging Dejan Lu.

"I don't know, wherever the ride takes us," Dejan Lu replied loudly. "Life doesn't always need a fixed destination."

An hour later, the two were sitting by the sea.

"If you bring me to Genoa, my agent will go crazy,"

Monica said with a sweet laugh, holding an ice cream.

"I hope he doesn't call the police, otherwise I'll have to take you and run off to Switzerland," Dejan Lu said with a smile.

He didn't even know they were in Genoa.

In his time in Italy, aside from Reggio Calabria, Sardinia, and Sicily, the only other places he had visited were Rome and Milan.

Travel wasn't convenient these days, and getting around wasn't that easy.

Even domestically, many people hadn't traveled far from home.

"Why are you running away?" Monica tilted her head and asked.

"I'm not sending you back anyway," Dejan Lu said. "We'll have eight or ten kids in the mountains of Switzerland and then we'll talk."

Monica immediately waved her fists, signaling that she was not to be trifled with.

"I haven't been this happy in a long time," Monica said in a low voice.

"Isn't being a model good?" Dejan Lu asked. "Didn't you grace the cover of a magazine before?"

"Yes, but even then it was hard to get ahead. You have no idea how many girls want to make a name for themselves," Monica complained. "I used to want to show myself to the whole world."

Dejan Lu keenly sensed the meaning behind her words and asked with a smile, "And now?"

"I'm not telling you!"

Monica, wearing a long dress, stood up and ran on the beach, drawing the attention of many tourists.

Some people are born to be the main character.

Dejan Lu stood up and followed her. A Big Mac hamburger appeared out of nowhere in his hand, and he handed it to the tourists who were staring at Monica, saying, "Eat up, and stop staring at other people's girlfriends."

Most of them couldn't help but smile.

"Buddy, got any drinks?" a few young people asked.

Dejan Lu reached out and immediately handed them cups with an 'M' printed on them.

The young people couldn't help but exclaim.

"That's so cool! Where did you hide that thing before?"

"Is this magic? What's your magic prop?"

Dejan Lu smiled and waved his hand, "A magician never reveals his secrets."

Monica, who had walked back, asked, "What if I ask?"

"I won't tell you either. Secrets make men more mysterious," Dejan Lu winked and said, then grabbed Monica and ran.

This way, those people wouldn't investigate whether he had hidden the hamburger on his person.

"Let youth blow your long hair, let it lead your dreams..."

Riding the RS500, Dejan Lu couldn't help but hum this song.

Monica pressed her face against his back, sitting quietly on the back seat without asking anything.

Unfortunately, there weren't many wedding dress shops on the street.

"I've been feeling a bit homesick lately. Can you take me back?" Monica suddenly asked.

"Of course, maybe your father will prepare a large dowry when he sees me," Dejan Lu joked.

In Italy, there's something similar to a betrothal gift when getting married, but it's just symbolic. The dowry, however, is substantial. These are meant to be a safeguard for the daughter from her parents, and she can take them with her even if she divorces. Most parents worldwide might worry about their daughters not having a good life after marriage, except in some places where they just like to give three quilts.

It was too late to go back to Milan, so Dejan Lu parked the car in front of a hotel.