hollywood billionaire

Chapter 520 The First of Many
Why should you tell her?

Madison raised his head, which had been buried deep in Han Yi's chest, and asked a question in a voice that was deliberately suppressed, making it impossible to discern any emotion.

"She's your manager, McGrady."

Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief and tried to persuade her in the gentlest way possible.

“She is a key component of your career and success over the past year. I think you know this better than anyone, including me. Because I am not the person who works with you every day, but she is. She is with you almost every moment, both physically and mentally.”

“I really want your family to meet your manager because she deserves to be seen and recognized. I want them to know her dedication, hard work, and sacrifices, and I want them to know that she deserves to be appreciated more than anyone else… I’m not saying that everything you’ve achieved is because of her, or that you’re the one who has sacrificed the most and worked the hardest for your career. But… without her, we would all be a little more lost and a little more suffocated than we are now, don’t you agree?”

“I know, how could I not understand that? It’s just…” Madison scratched his hair anxiously, and the messy hair he had just managed to smooth started flying wildly again. “I originally hoped that this meeting would only be about you. You know what I’m talking about, you understand what I mean.”

“I understand.” Han Yi took Madison’s hand and continued to comfort her gently. “But don’t you think it would be better to do it next year?”

“Next year…” Madison’s breath hitched.

"This time next year, you'll be standing on the cusp of eighteen and nineteen. You'll still be incredibly young, but at least you'll be an adult. As an adult, you'll have more freedom than you do now. You won't need permission to withdraw pocket money from your Cogan account anymore, nor will you need permission to choose who you want to spend time with and who you want to bring home for Christmas."

“I don’t need permission right now.” Madison sat up straight and winked at Han Yi. “Besides, I don’t need to wait until next year. I know now who I want to spend time with and who I want to bring home for Christmas.”

"You know what I'm talking about, you understand what I mean."

Han Yi returned Madison's words to her verbatim.

Both of them were quite clear about their meaning.

In modern terms, Madison wanted to take Han Yi, the blond guy, home alone to meet Old Deng. It didn't necessarily mean they were dating, but it was a way for her to express her feelings for Han Yi. Han Yi suggested taking him home alone next year, because if they made it clear this year, they might get beaten to death by the three Old Dengs.

Hmm... no, in front of white people, Han Yi shouldn't be called blond; calling him black would be more appropriate.

The difference between the two stories—the company boss, Black Hair, who uses his position to seduce their underage daughter, and the romantic love story between an 18-year-old female celebrity and a 23-year-old tycoon—is quite significant.

"I know."

Actually, McGrady was already extremely happy to receive Han Yi's promise regarding next year. Because, no matter how long the promise would last or how many changes might occur in between, Han Yi's sincerity in making this promise was at least much better than his previous passive and evasive attitude.

"So... this year, you'll come home with me as my boss. Strictly adhere to the superficial working relationship, letting my family see the absolute trust and close cooperation between us. Let them not only be proud of my achievements but also not worry about my future development."

"correct."

"Then, next year, you will appear at my door on a rainy winter night, soaked to the bone, your suit wrinkled, and clutching a stack of rain-soaked documents—oh no, a stack of lyrics you wrote yourself, every song about the torment of our on-again, off-again relationship this past year."

“You would say to my parents and grandmother, ‘I’m sorry to bother you on this terrible night, but I can’t bear to live without her for another second. For the past year, as her manager, I’ve been struggling on the edge of morality and emotion every single day. I’ve tried to distance myself, tried to treat her only as my most important artist, but I failed.’”

“Then my dad would frown and ask, ‘What document?’ You would hand him those soaked lyrics and say, ‘This is proof that I can’t sleep. Every single one is about her, every single one can’t be published, because they are my most honest confessions.’”

“Then you would continue by saying: ‘I know this is sudden, inappropriate, and could even ruin our good working relationship. But I’m not here today as the CEO of Han Music; I’m just… an ordinary man who is deeply infatuated with your daughter.’”

"After that, you bravely walk into the front hall, looking me straight in the eye—the me in the story must be stunned by now, standing dumbfounded in the living room doorway, wearing that Christmas sweater that Grandma picked out for me when I was fifteen… never mind, that was too ugly, cut this part. Change into something else, I'm wearing a nice dress." Madison waved her hand dismissively, banishing the ugly, brightly colored sweater from her mind, then quickly immersed herself in the story. "Anyway, you'll look at me and say: 'I struggled, I resisted, I tried to put this feeling behind business rationality and professional ethics, but I found I couldn't. Maddie's brilliance is so dazzling, her talent, her resilience, everything about her… it captivated me. The past year, every day has been a sweet torture for me.'"

Finally, you'll drop the bombshell: 'I'm here not seeking any promises or responses, but I can no longer bear to hide my true feelings from her, from you, and from myself on Christmas, a day that symbolizes love and reunion. I beg for your understanding—perhaps not blessings—at least not now—but at least know that my feelings are sincere and serious.'"

"How's it going? Not bad, right?"

"Holy crap." Upon hearing the system crash, Han Yi couldn't help but mutter a word in Chinese, "Pisces is terrifying."

"Huh?" Madison tilted his head. "What did you say?"

“I said…that sounds so wrong, Mads.” “So wrong that it’s right.” Madison chuckled, then took a deep breath and continued, “I promise you. This year, you and Yoojin will come together. I’ll call my mom later and tell her to prepare enough for one more person for dinner.”

“Good g…”

“No, no, don’t ‘good girl’ me.” Madison wagged her index finger at Han Yi. “I’m doing this on conditions.”

"What conditions?"

“I want to kiss here today.” Madison placed her index finger on Han Yi’s lips. “And I want to kiss you as much as I want, until I’m satisfied. Is that alright?”

"The official answer is definitely no..."

Before Han Yi could finish speaking, McGrady's lips covered his.

Madison gave him no more time to think—of course, she herself hadn't thought about it either. She simply followed her most immediate desires, leaned down, and precisely caught his gaze.

The kiss began with a desperate impulse, as if to vent the subtle grievances, anxieties, and immense joy of receiving a promise. Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer, her fingertips unconsciously twirling the short hair at the back of his head with an unyielding force.

But soon, that initial impulse melted away in their intertwined breaths. It was a deep kiss, long and intense, full of probing and response. Madison's lips were incredibly soft, infused with the slightly fruity sweetness of her usual Charlotte Tilbury lipstick, warm and moist. Her kiss was a little clumsy, but exceptionally earnest, wholehearted, as if she wanted to convey all her emotions to him through this kiss—that dependence, that admiration, that intense attraction that transcended their working relationship, and that boundless anticipation for "next year."

"Official answers have never worked for me."

After a long while, their lips parted. Madison breathed softly, her smile sweet and unrestrained.

"You know what I'm talking about, you understand what I mean."

"I know."

Han Yi was momentarily stunned. The alarm bells of reason might still be faintly ringing in the depths of his mind, but soon, those alarms were dispelled by the girl's awkward sincerity.

He let out a barely audible sigh, which seemed to be a sense of helplessness, or perhaps a compromise of finally giving up resistance.

He tightened his arms around her slender waist, pulling her closer into his embrace, and began to respond tenderly.

Having practiced many times recently—just thinking about this sentence makes me feel incredibly bad—Han Yi appears much more skilled and composed, exuding a reassuring sense of control, yet also a deep sense of cherishing.

His lips and tongue were gentle, each touch soothing her unease and responding to her burning passion.

The kiss felt like an eternity and yet no time at all.

Madison only reluctantly stepped back a little when he felt that the air in his lungs was almost gone and his brain was dizzy from lack of oxygen.

Her cheeks flushed a beautiful blush, and her amber eyes were shimmering with tears.

Slightly panting, her already somewhat messy light brown hair now freely brushed against her forehead and cheeks, adding to her charming and alluring aura.

“You know what, Yi, this is…the first time you’ve ever initiated a kiss.”

Madison touched her lips with her fingertip, then couldn't help but laugh. The smile was filled with the satisfaction of triumph and an indescribable, almost overflowing happiness.

“Yeah, I know.”

Han Yi stroked Madison's cheek and said softly.

"The first of many."

(End of this chapter)