hollywood billionaire

Chapter 572 Happy Wife Happy Life
"I've got the answer!"

Lying flat on the king-size bed in the corner suite of the Ritz Hotel, staring intently at the ceiling for almost fifteen minutes, Barbara suddenly slapped the blanket and shouted excitedly.

This was the early morning of December 18, 2016, or rather, the early morning would not be an exaggeration, since the sky outside was still dark.

After watching Crystal Palace's narrow away defeat to Chelsea, Barbara and Han Yi returned to the Ritz Hotel, where they enjoyed a pleasant dinner with Turki Al-Sheikh, discussed their work plans for 2017, and then waved goodbye to him before returning to their room.

The blissful atmosphere of absence making the heart grow fonder hadn't dissipated by this moment; the couple lingered, savoring each other's breath, embraces, kisses, nibbles, and even...

In short, the result of their passionate and lingering affair was that even Barbara, who is always punctual and keeps her promises, almost missed getting up.

Fortunately, she still had a very important question on her mind.

That is to find a satisfactory answer to the question Han Yi asked her yesterday at Selhurst Park.

"what is the answer?"

Beside her, Han Yi, who was wandering between sleep and wakefulness, was startled, and his sleepiness immediately dissipated.

"what are you saying?"

"The question you asked me yesterday... 'Do you mind if I play,' or to put it more directly—'If I buy a team, would you mind?'" Barbara propped her head up, turned to the side, and looked at her boyfriend with a smile. "I've found the perfect answer to that question."

"Tell me," Han Yi yawned, tapping his girlfriend's nose with his fingertip. "I'm really looking forward to it."

"Okay, listen..."

Barbara's expression was serious and earnest, like an ancient Greek philosopher preaching.

"If your life were a movie, and the audience had watched it all the way to this point, what do you think they would scream at the screen? How would they want you to live the rest of your life?"

"Wow, that's very insightful," Han Yi praised generously.

“Of course,” Barbara snorted smugly.

"You thought of that yourself?"

“I saw it on Instagram myself.” Barbara shrank back, her arrogance instantly fading. She pinched her boyfriend’s mouth, rubbing it back and forth. “Don’t laugh! There are plenty of valuable posts on Instagram too!”

“I haven’t refuted that,” Han Yi said vaguely. “Then, Miss Pavin, are you an audience member of my film?”

“That’s a really offensive question.” Barbara was clearly not particularly satisfied with the assessment Han Yi had given her. The Hungarian supermodel bared her teeth at him, threateningly saying, “Is this how you talk to a movie star?”

"Oh, wait!" Han Yi rubbed his eyes exaggeratedly twice, then wrapped his arms around the still mischievous Barbara and pulled her into his embrace. "I didn't see clearly just now, but it turns out to be our most popular leading lady! Come here, I have to give you a few good kisses, you are the key to our movie's soaring box office!"

"You haven't brushed your teeth, so you're not allowed to kiss me!" Barbie said, but her eyes crinkled into crescents, showing no intention of avoiding him.

"What are the female lead's thoughts on the direction of this movie going?" Han Yi asked slowly, leaving love marks all over his girlfriend's face. "How should the male lead's storyline unfold next?"

“My opinion can be summed up in three words.” Barbara placed her hands on her boyfriend’s chest, looking down at him. “If there is any truth in life, it is this: opportunity knocks but once.”

"so……"

"Go all in."

“Go all in.” Han Yi put his arm around Barbara’s waist, his playful smile fading. “Do you really think so?”

“No doubt about it.” Barbara frowned. “You sound hesitant. What are you worried about? You have money, you have brains, and most importantly, you love that club… What are you lacking?”

"What matters is not what I lack now, but what I will gain from it in the future." Han Yi licked his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then voiced his truest concern: "Once I buy AC Milan, there will be no turning back."

“The whole world will know my name, and they will talk about me, my wealth, and my personal life. I will become a public figure and be under constant surveillance.”

“I know you’re a good kid who likes to keep a low profile.” Barbara’s fingertips brushed against Han Yi’s cheek. “But this was bound to happen, wasn’t it? Whether or not you choose to acquire AC Milan, people will know your name sooner or later. Your current career will inevitably influence many industries and the lives of many people.”

“But in terms of exposure, my current career and being the owner of AC Milan are two completely different concepts.” Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief. “Doing what I’m doing now, I can emulate Philipp Anschutz. Even controlling multiple media giants, he can still live like a hermit. But you can’t be a team owner. How much money you spend on a club each year, what players you buy, and what players you don’t buy. What’s your relationship with the coach like, who you hire, and who you fire. These are essentially entertainment news, exposure, and publicity. They are crucial to the club’s survival, development, and brand operation…”

“Becoming a club owner is like becoming the lead actor in a movie… or the director. You have to be at the forefront, being talked about, being in the spotlight, which is why so many billionaires want to buy clubs. It's not just because of its commercial value, but also because it brings them a sense of identity and prestige that comes with being a celebrity.” “Is that a bad thing for you?”

Perhaps because they were alone in a private space where no one would disturb them, or perhaps because she felt the time was right, Barbara gazed at Han Yi and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind.

"Is it because you don't want others to know your true wealth, or... do you not want others to know how you acquired this wealth?"

Upon hearing his girlfriend's question, Han Yi felt a chill run down his spine and quickly spread throughout his body.

The Hungarian witch's perception was incredibly sharp.

“Honey, I can assure you that my wealth did not come from any shady or underhanded channels,” Han Yi replied, maintaining a calm facade.

"I have no doubt..."

"Wait a minute, darling, listen to me."

Han Yi put his index finger to his lips, and Barbara immediately shut up obediently.

When it comes to important matters, Hungarian girls are always very obedient, adhering to the principle of not causing trouble for their boyfriends in their interactions.

Otherwise, this question wouldn't have been kept under wraps until now.

Han Yi gazed into his girlfriend's clear, lake-blue eyes, lowering his voice to a softer tone:
“One day, you will hear everything. You will hear the story of me and my family. How they amassed this wealth that has been passed down through generations, and how they handed it over to me.”

The reason I didn't tell you wasn't because I didn't trust you. I hope you understand that.

He paused, carefully considering his words.

"It's because this story isn't just about me. It involves the fate of many people, and I must remain extremely cautious and silent about it until... until I can be sure that telling the truth won't hurt anyone."

At this point, Han Yi tightened his grip on her waist slightly and added:

"The only thing I need you to know is that my money is clean, legitimate, and safe. It will only bring us comfort and happiness, and you don't have to worry about becoming the wife of some international criminal."

"What about some international criminal?"

Han Yi's attempt to appease him backfired, not because there was anything wrong with what he said earlier, but because of the title he used at the end.

Barbara's eyes widened suddenly, and she held her breath for a few seconds.

"Oh, I..."

Han Yi opened his mouth, trying to make amends.

Indeed, it seems a bit abrupt to call a newlywed couple "wife," even if it's just a hypothetical situation.

Han Yi didn't want Barbara to think of him as a reckless person who couldn't handle the progress of their relationship.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I was using a metaphor..."

"Isn't that what you meant? I understood."

Barbara gently bit her lower lip, took the black hair tie off her wrist, and tied it into a ponytail at the back of her head.

The doubts in her heart were not fully answered, but at this moment, the Hungarian girl no longer cared about them at all.

"Now, let me show you another truth about life."

"I will let you experience..."

"What does 'Happy Wife, Happy Life' mean?"

(End of this chapter)