hollywood billionaire

Chapter 565 The Perfect Man I Want to Marry
"A figure as perfect as mine?"

Upon hearing Han Yi's question, Barbara put her hands on her hips and struck a pose.

"Hmm...then you obviously need to start with breast augmentation."

"puff--"

A suppressed laugh, as if choked by something, suddenly came from the driver's seat.

Han Yi and Barbara both looked in the direction of the sound and saw Aiden's shoulders trembling slightly in the driver's seat. He cleared his throat abruptly, trying to straighten his expression. But in the rearview mirror, Han Yi could still clearly see the veins bulging on his neck and the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as he desperately tried to suppress a laugh.

“My deepest apologies, Mr. Han, Ms. Pavin.” Aiden’s voice sounded somewhat comical because it was forced into a tense tone. “I absolutely did not intentionally eavesdrop on your conversation.”

“Oh, it’s okay, the space inside the car is only so big after all.” Barbara didn’t mind at all, instead covering her mouth and giggling. “Besides, it’s really funny, isn’t it? My boyfriend wants a body as perfect as mine. Just holding it isn’t enough… he loves it so much that he wants one for himself!”

“Okay, I admit, my wording… was indeed a bit ambiguous.” Barbara didn’t mind, and Han Yi, who was always broad-minded, naturally didn’t mind either. Recalling the question he had just asked, even he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Laughter is contagious; this famous saying, proven countless times by our predecessors, is one of the most timeless truths in human history. Han Yi's laughter completely ignited the fuse. The already lively, cheerful, and quirky Hungarian supermodel laughed even harder, collapsing into her boyfriend's arms, shaking uncontrollably, and it took her a long time to recover.

This well-insulated Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly felt like a school bus full of naughty students.

"Have you laughed enough?" Han Yi pinched Barbara's nose.

"You've laughed enough." Barbara nodded obediently in her boyfriend's arms.

"Besides breast augmentation, what else should I do?"

“Lip augmentation injections.” Barbara pointed to her lips and said seriously, “Yours are too thin, look how full mine are.”

"That's true... anything else?"

"I think I might need to fly to Brazil to get some silicone implanted in my buttocks."

"Really?" Han Yi looked genuinely surprised. "I think my butt is pretty good, it's perky. You even complimented me in the elevator earlier."

“It’s upturned, that’s true.” Barbara stroked her chin, her expression as serious as a sculptor judging marble. “But the shape could be tweaked a bit more. It’s not rounded enough, you know? The muscles are a little too concentrated in one spot.”

"...I also want to apologize to you, Aiden." When he was with Barbara, Han Yi had made the surrender gesture quite often. "I'm sorry you have to hear this conversation."

“Thank you for including me in this conversation.” Aiden was amused and, taking advantage of a break in the traffic, turned around and laughed. “I mean, your relationship is just so wonderful. Please forgive me, perhaps it’s not my place to comment, but not many couples these days have what you have. It… is precious.”

Hearing Aiden's unexpectedly sincere comment, Han Yi and Barbara exchanged a knowing smile.

"Sounds like you've got experience on your hands, buddy," Han Yi said with a smile.

“One hundred percent, Mr. Han.” Aiden replied with a chuckle. “I have to be serious at work, but in front of my girl… I’m a silly idiot, and she’s the same way in front of me.”

"Who is that lucky girl?" Barbara activated her gossip radar.

"Sharon, my wife of seventeen years."

“Wow!” Barbara exclaimed sincerely. “Congratulations, buddy, you sound like a very happy couple.”

“I’m trying my best, Miss Pavin. I’m trying my best to make her feel this way every day.” Aiden took his hands off the steering wheel and shrugged. “I may not be a rich man, but I’m quite rich in spirit.”

“That’s the only kind of wealth that matters, Aiden,” Han Yi continued. “Have you heard this saying? ‘Every girl has one thing in common: I want to marry a rich man.’”

“I think that goes without saying.” Aiden paused for a moment, then scratched his forehead, chuckled twice, and replied.

"No, that's not the complete passage. The complete passage goes like this—it's long, I'm trying my best to remember—"

Han Yi frowned slightly, recalling the words carefully as he recited them aloud.

“I want to marry a rich man. But not in the traditional sense: no. Because Cheryl once said, ‘Mom, I am that rich man.’”

“Look, I want to marry a man who has a good sense of humor and collects all the funny and interesting things in life so that we can laugh together when we look back.”

“I want a man who is observant: ‘Look! There’s a cat!’ ‘Wow, his fur is so fluffy!’...a man who will stop and pet every kitten and puppy we encounter on a walk.”

“I want to marry a man who is knowledgeable. He enjoys learning, reading, and exploring new knowledge. My father always says that knowledge is irreplaceable. But I would say that nothing is more attractive than knowledge.”

“I want a man who is adventurous, curious, and willing to say, ‘Okay, sure, I’ll give it a try… After all, you should try everything at least once.’ He’ll agree to anything, whether it’s going to eat eel jelly or taking a yodeling class. He doesn’t have to like it, he just has to be willing to try.”

That's it: a man who's always looking to try new things.

"A man rich in our shared memories, a man rich in boredom. Nothing is better than the ordinary. I want a man who is so immersed in the mundane routine that he can make every day a five-star vacation. A man who will go grocery shopping with me and make this little thing fun. He will make every night we spend together feel like a pajama party, a movie, some popcorn, a glass of wine, and that's all our happiness."

“I don’t care about your portfolio…how about showing me those oddly shaped pebbles you’ve collected from the beach?”

"Sometimes I see a kind of love: two people drinking coffee, yet they are speechless. I hope that kind of love will never befall me."

"But I really hope that the other kind of love I see—the kind where two people laugh heartily at a ridiculously shaped pastry and give all sorts of weird nicknames to the birds they see—comes at me."

After he finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the elevator.

A few breaths later, Barbara took Han Yi's hand, raised it high, and showed it to Aiden in the rearview mirror like a proud champion.

"Tell me, Aiden, does this count as winning the lottery?"

“The jackpot, Miss Pavin, the jackpot.” Aiden shook his head incredulously. “What Mr. Han said… is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard about love.”

“I didn’t invent this passage,” Han Yi said, not taking credit for it. “I just thought it was beautiful, so I happened to write it down.” “You were able to discover its beauty and write it down… that’s enough to show what kind of person you are.” Barbara cupped Han Yi’s face and gave him a deep kiss. “I’m such a lucky girl.”

“Listen.” She lightly touched Han Yi’s lips with her index finger and announced, “Didn’t you want to work out? As a reward for what you just said, I’ll be your personal trainer for the rest of the trip in Europe.”

"That's fantastic." Han Yi flashed a bright smile. "I've been waiting for you to say that."

"But I still want to say that I don't care how many pounds you've gained or whether you have abs or not—those are stupid and boring topics. I've seen too many beautiful bodies, and they don't impress me at all. I like the kind of man you just described, the kind who can turn every night into a pajama party and every day into a sitcom. That's why I like you the way you are and don't want to make any changes."

“But I want to change.” Han Yi stared intently at Barbara, looking very sincere. “I want to become the best version of myself… I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, it’s something I owe myself.”

“Okay, since that’s your wish.” Barbara shrugged. “But I have to warn you, sweetheart. When it comes to fitness, I’m a sadist, a cute and charming sadist.”

“Everyone who works out with me knows,” she leaned closer, a dangerous smile playing on her lips and around her eyes, “there’s a famous quote from Muhammad Ali that I particularly like. It goes like this—”

"I don't know how many sit-ups I did. I only..."

"...We only start counting when we feel pain, because those are the most important."

Han Yi stared blankly at the second half of the sentence and murmured it along with Barbara.

"So you've heard of it too."

“Yes… I’ve not only heard of it, but also…” Han Yi’s eyes gradually cleared, then he shook his head with a wry smile, “I know it by heart.”

Amazing.

Barbara Pavin's favorite quote about fitness is actually the first motto in her memo.

Is all of this a predetermined arrangement?
What are your thoughts on that statement?

“I think it makes a lot of sense. If I can follow Ali’s instructions, it will be a great help to me.”

“Very good. Then starting tomorrow, I will train you just like I trained Ali.”

"You trained Ali?"

“Don’t joke around, sir. You know what I mean.” Barbara adopted the ruthless demeanor of a tough female instructor. “I may be a funny girl who often acts silly in my daily life, but when it comes to work? I’m that someone who will absolutely destroy you.”

“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” Han Yi puffed out his chest, showing no fear whatsoever. “Bring it on…when shall we begin?”

“I told you, tomorrow.” Leaving Han Yi’s embrace, Barbara took a few inches back, her eyes gleaming again, this time with a hunting-like joy. “Six in the morning. I’ll be your personal devil instructor. Believe me, darling… you’ll hate me.”

"Six...six o'clock?"

"Uh-huh, is there a problem?"

“No problem, it’s a deal.” With that, Han Yi turned to Aiden, “Aiden, do you think I can get through this?”

“Without a doubt, Mr. Han,” Aiden replied firmly. “You will definitely pull through. Not only will you pull through, but you will also transform and become a better man. Work is busy, but I still exercise two or three times a week because I know how much it can change a man… Have you heard of that DJ Calvin Harris? He’s British.”

“Of course I’ve heard of it.” Han Yi raised an eyebrow. “I just didn’t expect you to have heard of it too. In my eyes, you should be an elegant gentleman who listens to classical music anytime and anywhere, and has no interest in electronic dance music whatsoever.”

“Oh no, these are just the music we have to play for clients during work hours.” Aiden pointed to the center console on his right and laughed. “What I mean is, I like classical music, but dancing a little now and then won’t hurt anyone, right?”

“That’s true. So why don’t we listen to Calvin Harris’s songs?” Barbara suggested. “After all, there’s a great Premier League match in an hour, so listening to something upbeat and cheerful now won’t hurt.”

“Good idea.” Han Yi nodded in agreement. “Aidan, do you have any Calvin Harris songs on your phone?”

“You bet I do, Mr. Han…You bet I do.” Aiden tapped the screen quickly, then brought up Spotify on his phone and completed the Bluetooth connection.

The yellow diamond sparkled in the light.

We stand side by side now.

When your shadow overlaps with mine,
This is the true definition of vibrant...
"Is this your favorite song?" Han Yi asked with a smile, "'We Found Love'?"

“Oh no, I prefer the ‘Bounce’ era,” Aiden said, pointing to the screen. “I played this song to show you that Calvin had just completed his transformation during this period. Do you remember how green and awkward he looked when he first released music as a DJ? He was just a pale-skinned, fiery-haired, crooked-toothed kid from Scotland with a body like a pencil.”

“You sound like a complete hater, Aiden.”

"No, I'm just stating the facts, aren't I? In his early days, he seemed very nerdy, almost like a computer expert working in Silicon Valley."

"Look at him now. Through proper exercise, a healthy diet, and years of perseverance, he has become the spokesperson for Armani. Sorry, more accurately, Armani's ass."

"Armani's ass?" Barbara laughed heartily. "I've never heard such an apt metaphor!"

“Am I right, Miss Pavon?” Although he still didn’t know what achievements this charming woman in the rearview mirror had made, he had learned from his conversation with his colleagues that Barbara Pavon was a supermodel. “In the first photo, he was wearing a full Armani suit, and in the next photo, he took off everything except his underwear, revealing his eight-pack abs! I’m not gay, but the charm he exuded in that photo was undeniable. I don’t know what woman would be willing to leave a man like that.”

“Mr. Han, I don’t mean any offense, but you look… much better than Calvin Harris did in his early days. You don’t need to go through the same kind of transformation as him. With proper training, I believe you can become a perfect score.”

“He’s right.” Barbara looked her boyfriend up and down with great interest. “You’re definitely better than the early Calvin Harris…maybe not as tall as him, but you already have the basic framework to be a great man.”

"I will help you, baby, don't worry... I will help you."

As she said this, Barbara unconsciously licked her lips.

“Give me about six months… no, a quarter of a year. I guarantee, even your mother won’t recognize you then.”

(End of this chapter)