Unfinished Love Between Human and Ghost

Last year's Gone with the Wind not only catapulted Vivien Leigh, newly arrived in Hollywood, to fame but also earned her an Oscar for Best Actress. This year, Waterloo Bridge pushed her reputation even higher, making her one of the hottest actresses in Hollywood.

When Vivien Leigh appeared at the Stark Expo, she instantly ignited the entire venue. Listening to the ceaseless screams around him—especially Little Monroe's piercing shrieks from his arms—Zhang Xuan couldn't help but sigh. Fandom was just as fervent in any era!

Vivien Leigh only showed her face on stage before quickly disappearing backstage, which left the audience deeply dissatisfied. They vented their frustration on Howard Stark, who appeared right after her. No matter how eloquently Howard spoke, not a single person bought it; they all jeered and shouted for him to get off the stage.

Watching Howard Stark's awkward expression on stage, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for the future Iron Man's father. In truth, Zhang Xuan was very interested in what Howard was presenting. He realized that besides Hollywood, he might have another way to make money.

"I'll talk to him after I see Vivien Leigh," Zhang Xuan muttered, looking at Howard standing there embarrassed. After a moment's thought, he decided to find Vivien Leigh first. "Come on, Little Monroe, let's go find the big star Vivien Leigh!" Among the stars of this era, Zhang Xuan only liked Audrey Hepburn; he had no feelings for anyone else, so he spoke casually.

When Little Monroe heard Zhang Xuan's words, she knew her brother was about to work his magic again. She got incredibly excited, even more so than at the prospect of meeting Vivien Leigh.

Zhang Xuan didn't know where Vivien Leigh was, so he had to search room by room. Fortunately, the backstage area wasn't that big, and he quickly found Vivien Leigh's room.

Setting Little Monroe down and straightening his clothes, Zhang Xuan walked to the door and knocked softly.

"Who is it?" A voice like a clear spring tinkled from inside the room.

"Hello, Miss Vivien Leigh. My name is Alex Zhang. I have a matter I'd like your help with." As he knocked, Zhang Xuan had already made up his mind. Of the three films he had in mind, he had eliminated the other two, leaving only one.

After Zhang Xuan's words fell, the room fell silent for a moment. Then the door opened, and Vivien Leigh poked her head out, looking Zhang Xuan up and down. She asked with some confusion, "What can I do for you?"

"It's like this—I have a story here, and I hope Miss Vivien Leigh would do me the honor of listening to it." Zhang Xuan put on what he thought was a gentle smile.

Vivien Leigh hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Come in."

"Thank you, Miss Vivien Leigh, for trusting me so much!" Zhang Xuan hadn't expected it to be this easy, which caught him a bit off guard.

"You don't seem like a bad person," Vivien Leigh said, leading Zhang Xuan into the room. She turned back with a smile when she heard his words.

Was that a roundabout way of giving him a "good guy" card? Zhang Xuan really couldn't bring himself to comment.

"Alright, I'll just tell the story," Zhang Xuan sighed inwardly and began. "Miss Vivien Leigh, I hope you'll like this story."

"Sam and his fiancée Molly move into a beautiful apartment arranged by their friend Carl. Sam, a young bank employee, and Molly are deeply in love, preparing for their wedding. One night, returning from a show, they are mugged. In the struggle, Sam is shot and killed, leaving Molly heartbroken. Sam becomes a ghost and soon discovers that his friend Carl was the mastermind behind his death. To steal a huge sum from the bank, Carl needs the password Sam knew, so he starts pursuing Molly."

"Sam gradually learns how to use his power. He often lingers around Molly, protecting her, but he can't communicate with her. To stop Carl, he finds a psychic medium named Oda who can communicate with ghosts, and through her, he makes contact with Molly."

"At first, Molly doesn't believe it, but the facts eventually make her feel Sam's presence. Yet the two, deeply in love, cannot directly touch or talk. To protect Molly and punish the murderer, Sam takes revenge on Carl. He retrieves the stolen money and brings retribution to Carl's henchmen. Enraged, Carl tries to harm Molly, but Oda and Sam arrive just in time. Facing a vengeful ghost, Carl meets his own end."

"Having fulfilled his wish, Sam is greeted by an angel, ready to ascend to heaven... Just before he disappears, Molly finally sees Sam's manifested form, and they embrace tightly. In the end, Sam, filled with reluctance and love for Molly, returns to God's embrace."

"Brother, can't Sam stay? Please?" Little Monroe grabbed Zhang Xuan's arm, her eyes slightly red, her voice choked with tears.

Zhang Xuan wiped the tears from the corners of Little Monroe's eyes, chuckled softly, and said gently, "Monroe, it's just a story."

"Then Sam should still stay!" Little Monroe insisted, her voice tearful.

"Mr. Alex, this is a deeply moving story. I like it very much. Thank you!" Vivien Leigh dabbed away a tear with her finger, took a deep breath, and calmed the flutter in her heart.

"Miss Vivien Leigh, what do you think if this story were brought to the big screen?" Seeing her expression, Zhang Xuan knew half the battle was won and asked confidently.

"You want to turn it into a movie?" Vivien Leigh suddenly understood.

"Why not? Isn't undying love something everyone longs for?"

"What do you want to do?" Vivien Leigh liked the story and knew that if it were made into a film, it would be a great one. She couldn't help but want to play Molly in it.

"I'll sell the story to you, and you can do whatever you want with it." It wasn't that Zhang Xuan was generous or didn't want to make it himself; he simply didn't have the ability. Besides, he knew nothing about Hollywood. Jumping in blindly might end with him battered and bruised, so selling the story was much more convenient.

"No, I won't buy it." Vivien Leigh pondered for a moment, then shook her head and refused.

"Why?" Zhang Xuan was puzzled. He hadn't even named a price yet, and Vivien Leigh had already turned him down. That wasn't playing by the rules. Was she trying to haggle? But from her expression, she really didn't seem to want to buy it.

"Selling it to me would be a waste. I can introduce you to someone who will give you a satisfactory price." Vivien Leigh smiled and said a name, "Victor Fleming."

"Who's that?" Zhang Xuan didn't know many people from this era, so he asked instinctively.

"The director of Gone with the Wind. He's a great poet. He'll love this story and pay accordingly." Vivien Leigh wasn't offended by Zhang Xuan's question. After all, how many moviegoers pay attention to who the director is?

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Miss Vivien Leigh." Zhang Xuan hadn't expected selling a story to be such a hassle. He couldn't help but think of Howard Stark outside. "Maybe it'd be easier to find him."

"Oh, Mr. Alex, does this story have a name?"

"Ghost."