hollywood billionaire

Chapter 460: The Love Story of My Roommate and Victoria's Secret Supermodel (Part )

“We first met in Ibiza.”

“Ibiza?”

Jaewoo leaned back slightly, looking surprised.

“When have you ever been to Ibiza?”

It was a world-famous party island, dotted with nightclubs and full of revelry. In his impression, Han Yi would never go on vacation to that kind of place.

If you don’t drink or go to bars, what can such a dull person do in Ibiza?
"This summer, for work." Before Jaewoo could continue to ask questions, Han Yi answered his doubts first, "I am now a junior agent in an entertainment agency. Have you heard of UTA?"

Junior broker?
Barbara looked at her boyfriend with a big smile, finding him very amused.

It seems that Han Yi has made up his mind to continue acting out the "Hannah Montana" drama.

"never heard of that."

Jaewoo shook his head. He knew little about the ins and outs of Hollywood, nor did he have the desire to learn more.

"It's a fairly large company in the industry, with many sectors including film, television, advertising, literature and music. Of course, you know, it must be the music department that hired me, and I am specifically responsible for the performance booking and itinerary arrangements for some of their electronic music clients."

"Electronic music? DJ?"

Hearing this keyword, Jaewoo's eyes lit up. He had no interest in Hollywood, but he liked nightclubs and the electronic music played in nightclubs.

In fact, Jaewoo rarely misses the electronic music festivals held on the West Coast every year, from Escape in Los Angeles to EDC in Las Vegas.

"What does your client list look like? Are there any names I'm familiar with?"

"Hmm... let me think about it." Han Yi raised his eyes and pretended to think, "Diplo?"

"What the fuck?!"

Park Jae-woo screamed out loud, then shrank his neck and quickly lowered the volume.

“You are Diplo’s manager?”

"One of them." Han Yi answered seriously, "He has a senior agent who is responsible for most of the performance bookings. I am just an assistant at best... In our industry, most of the famous people are only willing to sit behind the desk and type on the keyboard. They don't want to follow the artists around the world, stay away from home for months, and go hungry every day. So, once the tour manager has something to do, a rookie like me has to take care of it."

Having said this, Han Yi subconsciously glanced at Barbara beside him.

The Hungarian girl was holding a cup of hot tea with her eyes and nose, her lips tightly gripping the rim of the cup, and it was unknown whether she had drunk a drop of water.

Han Yi understood that this was a protective posture taken by Barbie because she was worried that she would fail to perform her duty and could not help laughing out loud.

"So when Diplo was about to play at Pacha in Ibiza, his tour manager had some emergency and couldn't come, so the company asked me to fill in for him."

“That’s how I came to Ibiza, and that’s how I met Barbara.”

"Diplo is a good friend of mine. I was filming in Ibiza during those days, and when he learned I was there, he invited me to see his performance." Barbara added to the story from her perspective, "I didn't plan to go, but I had a fight with my parents and sister, so I decided to change my mood, drink some wine, dance a little, and relax."

"Then how did you ..."

Jaewoo raised his two index fingers and slowly brought them together.

"I don't know if he's a good dancing partner, but I'm sure he's a terrible drinking partner."

"I'm a great tap dancer," Han Yi joked in all seriousness. "People call me the Chinese Fred Astaire."

"Yeah, that's what attracted me to him... tap dancing in a nightclub. People on the dance floor were terrified, but I'm the kind of girl who loves freak shows. What can you do?"

"Ouch, babe." Han Yi rolled his eyes.

Barbara's laughter was indeed very contagious. Jae-woo looked at Han Yi and stretched his mouth as wide as possible, laughing uncontrollably.

"Okay, no more jokes. You're right, Jaewoo, if I was looking for a dancing partner, or a drinking buddy, I would never choose Yi, not in a million years."

"Say it again...ouch, babe."

"That's a good thing, okay?" Barbara stroked Han Yi's upper arm with her hand and winked playfully. "It means you're not the kind of guy suitable for a one-night stand or a summer romance. You're the type... that girls are willing to establish a long-term relationship with."

Hearing this, Park Jae-woo's mind moved, his pupils shrank slightly, and he tried hard to catch and interpret Barbara's gaze towards Han Yi. Because the Hungarian supermodel was facing him sideways, Jae-woo could only obtain a very limited part of the information, but the emotions contained in this part of the information were actually quite full.

There was the joy and obsession he was familiar with, as well as the trust and attachment he had never seen before.

At this moment, Jae-woo suddenly began to doubt the lifestyle that he had chosen and had always been proud of.

If he had never been looked at the way Barbara looked at Han Yi, could what he had experienced really be called bliss?
"I wanted to stay at Pacha for a while, but once I walked in and heard the drums pounding in my head, I realized I had been up since 7am and was physically stretched to the limit. The only reason I made it through was because I didn't want to dwell on the negative emotions... and this nightclub was right across from my hotel."

"I was bored and tired almost immediately, so I walked over to the bar and ordered a drink, thinking I'd say hello to Diplo, finish the drink, get a little tipsy, and go back to my room to sleep."

"But before I could even get to the DJ booth, this clumsy guy next to me..." Barbara put her hand on Han Yi's arm, "bumped into me. Luckily, I reacted quickly and didn't spill the wine all over myself."

“Easy.” Jaewoo shook his head in frustration, “What a clumsy way to strike up a conversation… How did I teach you before?”

"I can't just tell everyone I'm a member of BTS."

“Fuck you.” Jaewoo scolded with a smile, “Is this what I taught you?”

"What is BTS?" Barbara asked curiously.

"A... currently popular idol group in Asia." Han Yi pondered for a moment, then continued in a voice that only those at the table could hear, "They also just signed with UTA."

"Did you sign it?" Barbara also lowered her voice.

"uh-huh."

"Your goal is to sign and buy everything you see, right?"

After a brief joke, Barbara took a deep breath and continued to describe to Park Jae-woo the night when she first met Han Yi.

"No matter how old-fashioned his...haha, pick-up method was, or how much the opportunity for our acquaintance resembled a cheesy Hollywood love movie mass-produced at the beginning of this century, he succeeded in attracting my attention. He made me shift my gaze from the phone screen to him."

"Not gonna lie... I'm pretty happy with what I saw."

"very satisfied?"

Jae-woo, his bad friend, was keenly aware that this was another harmless opportunity to sabotage the situation. He frowned, narrowed his already nervous eyes, and looked at Han Yi carefully.

Well, I have to admit that my roommate is pretty. She doesn't have the stunning movie star looks, but she's pretty good looking.

But look at what he is wearing!
The camel-colored cashmere bomber jacket on the outside doesn’t even have a logo, it must be…

Wait a moment.

It looks familiar.

Isn't this... Brunello Cucinelli's new autumn and winter collection this year?

It’s hard to tell the brand of the cashmere sweater inside, after all, all cashmere sweaters from all brands look like this, but judging from the workmanship and texture, it should also be from an Italian brand.

It was either Brunello, Loro Piana or Brioni.

Park Jae-woo is very confident in his judgment of fashion, and his guesses are almost always correct.

And…oh my god.

What is that on Yi's wrist?
watch?

When did he start wearing a watch?
What’s more, this watch looks expensive, like… Patek Philippe’s World Time Chronograph series.

What a hell!

Where is my roommate who used to commute between school and the apartment every day in a Southern California sweatshirt and Zara shorts?!
Who is this old man wearing $200,000 in cash all over his body?

The sharp ridicule that Zaiyou had prepared was stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out. He could only stare in amazement at the masterpiece created by Xu Yiru in front of him.

That’s right, from coats to sweaters to watches, there is not a single item that was not hand-picked by Xiaoru herself.

The same thing Han Yi wore in Ibiza.

"Yeah, I can still remember what he was wearing that day." Barbara's eyes never left Han Yi's face. "A Tom Ford jacket, a Brunello Cucinelli lining, and a beige casual suit. At the time, I thought he was either a pretentious trust fund baby, or he had never been to a nightclub in Ibiza - or any nightclub - and didn't know the dress code there."

"Of course I don't know the dress code." Han Yi shrugged innocently, "For a man who never drinks, you can't expect him to pack a suitcase full of clothes for going to a nightclub."

"I didn't say I didn't like it." Barbara smiled brightly, "Like I said, I like what I see. I like the innocence and insecurity that you exude."

"That sounds weird." Han Yi smiled and shook his head. "Then how should I describe what I saw that day? A time bomb made up of musical notes?"

"Oh."

Barbara pursed her lips, trying to suppress the upward curve of her mouth corners, but unfortunately failed.

At this moment, she turned into the blushing and smiling emoji again.

"Do you remember how I dressed that night?"

"How could I forget?" Han Yi answered while handing the menu to Barbara, "See what you want to eat."

"I don't know what to order, you decide." Barbara only glanced at it and pushed the order back, "I trust your taste."

"Zaiyou?" Han Yi turned around and shook the list in his hand, motioning to Zaiyou.

"I'm not that hungry. It's up to you to decide." Park Jae-woo, who was absorbed in listening, also waved his hand to refuse. "You order the dishes and I cook. In exchange, you tell me a story. How about that? There's a reason why people call me the King of Gangnam BBQ."

"Jiangnan BBQ King, every time you come out to eat, you still ask me if the meat is cooked?"

Han Yi joked as he neatly checked off a few items on the menu. After waving to the waiter to take it away, Han Yi looked at Barbara, who was looking expectant, and said quickly, "Black jacket, brown and black printed trousers, black platform shoes... and the one with the middle button in the shape of a musical note... I don't know how to describe it, T-shirt? Shirt?"

"Sweatshirt... I don't know why it's called a sweatshirt when there's so little fabric, but it's a sweatshirt." Barbara raised her eyebrows teasingly, "No wonder you can remember it, it's because of those hollow parts, right?"

"Does it matter whether it's hollowed out or not? I mean... look at her." Han Yi curled his lips, spread his hands, and held them in front of Barbara's neck. He turned his head and looked at Park Jae-woo, "Can you blame me for this?"

“I can’t really blame you, bro.” Jaewoo shook his head from side to side with sincerity. “If it were me, I’d photocopy that image from my brain, print it out, and plaster it all over the walls of my bedroom.”

"I'm asking you to prove my point, not to be a pervert." Han Yi sighed softly, pretending to be serious and made a joke, then looked at Barbara who was laughing so hard, his eyes were soft, "But... yes, I remember every detail, because I recognized her as Barbara Paven at first sight."

"So what was your first reaction?" Barbara asked in a weird voice, shaking her jazz hands exaggeratedly, "to the fact that you ran into the great and perfect Victoria's Secret Angel."

"First reaction? Let me think."

Han Yi raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and thought seriously.

"'This is Barbara Pavin, right?'

"Stop it." Barbara patted Han Yi and gave him a reproachful look. "I was talking about your first reaction after you recognized me."

"I had two first reactions." Han Yi raised his left hand and extended his index and middle fingers in front of Barbara, "'She is even prettier in real life than in the photo', and... 'Be cool, be cool, don't be so nervous that you stutter just because you know her'."

"Really? I felt like you weren't that nervous that night."

"A little bit at the beginning." Han Yi nodded sincerely, "I think all men will become uneasy or at least a little uncomfortable in front of their ideal type."

"Aw, ideal type, huh?"

Barbara's eyes curved, and regardless of the presence of others, she left a lip mark on Han Yi's cheek, which made Park Jae-woo, who was sitting across the table, stare with wide eyes.

Bro's got game.

He was worried that his roommate, who was so taciturn, wouldn't be able to find a girlfriend, so he wanted to teach Han Yi a few tricks anytime and anywhere.

Never thought...

At the graduation ceremony, two impeccable top beauties came to celebrate with him.

Half a year later, she made a concerted effort and won a Victoria's Secret Angel who was famous for her beauty. And in front of him, she was as clingy as a kitten.

It seems that he is the underachiever who should study hard with Master Yi.

"So, what happened next?"

The student took out his notebook in his mind and began to record the teacher's teachings.

"Then we started chatting," Barbara answered first. "We talked about his work and found out that he was... Diplo's agent."

"We also talked about our common hobbies." Han Yi quickly added, so as not to reveal his true colors by talking too much about work. "By the way, I forgot to tell you, Zaiyou. Barbara is a very senior football fan."

"Indeed I am." Barbara puffed out her chest proudly.

"A 'senior' football lover who also likes Cristiano Ronaldo, Neymar and Barcelona."

“Wow, haha, what a strange combination.” Jaewoo shook his head and laughed.

"Right? Who would like Cristiano and Barcelona at the same time?"

"It's better than you liking Milan." Barbara fought back unyieldingly.

"That's true." Jaewoo became a fence-sitter. "Why would anyone like to watch a club that always loses?"

"Oh you are the one to talk." How could Han Yi tolerate this? "You Tottenham fan."

"I support Tottenham for a reason, okay?" Park Jae-woo mentioned this, his tone rising a few degrees, "Son Heung-min, remember?"

"I remember that White Hart Lane was about to be demolished and they hadn't built a trophy room for Tottenham yet... because there was nothing to put it in."

"How can you stand this guy?" Unable to win the argument, Jaewoo went to complain to the person he thought could control Han Yi, "He was so happy chatting on our first meeting. I've lived with him for three years, and he still wants to explode after just a few words."

"Why don't you try wearing a hollowed-out inner layer next time? Maybe his attitude will be better."

As soon as these words were spoken, the table was suddenly filled with cheerful laughter.

"But seriously, he's a really good conversationalist, at least for me." After the laughter stopped, Barbara continued, "I like the way he livens up the atmosphere, and I like his self-deprecating humor that never builds on the pain of others. He cures my boredom and makes tiredness bearable... He makes me forget why I walked into this nightclub in the first place. And when I finally remember, there is only one thought in my mind."

"I want to stay with him longer."

"It just so happened that Yi foolishly chose tapas for his dinner that day. So, I proposed to treat him to the most delicious midnight snack in Ibiza after Diplo's set. Unfortunately, I misremembered the opening hours of the restaurant I chose. Sa Punta is open until 2 a.m., and by the time Diplo's set was over, it was already 2:30 a.m.."

“So we went back to Nobu — Yi and I happened to be staying at the same hotel that night — and ordered a big meal in his room.”

"Then……"

Having said that, Barbara's fingertips brushed Han Yi's hair again.

"We chatted until dawn over tempura, salmon and red wine."

"The most profound conversation I've ever had with anyone."

(End of this chapter)