Promoted to Milan's Son-in-Law

Early the next morning, Huang Kaiwen received a call from a club staff member.

It was a woman, but he did not pay much attention to that.

After washing up and having a simple breakfast at the hotel, he waited for over an hour before she called again and told him to come downstairs.

Huang Kaiwen was somewhat speechless.

The Italians' sense of time really left him at a loss for words. They called so early, then showed up more than two hours later. Did they think they were Kakashi Hatake?

Somewhat annoyed, he went downstairs and saw someone completely beyond his expectations.

To make sure he had not mistaken her for someone else, he stood beside the car and looked a few more times.

"Staring at a woman like that is very rude." She was reproaching him, but there was laughter in her voice, making it sound more like flirting.

Huang Kaiwen was a little dumbfounded.

"Hey, why are you spacing out? Get in."

"Oh, oh." After getting into the passenger seat, he turned and tentatively asked, "Miss Barbara Berlusconi?"

"You recognized me?!"

Hearing that, Huang Kaiwen knew he had not been mistaken.

Why had this young heiress come to help him look for a house?

Brazil was also one of the teams he liked. Since he knew the Brazilian prodigy Pato, of course he knew Barbara.

"Wasn't a club staff member supposed to come?" Unclear on why she was here, Huang Kaiwen asked cautiously.

"Well, I don't exactly count as club staff. But I was beside the coach when he called. I was curious about a genius earning 2.5 million euros a year, and I heard you never received professional training before and had always been in school. That's quite amazing, so I came."

Huang Kaiwen silently twitched the corner of his mouth.

That figure of 2.5 million euros really was... something that made him want to complain.

He had been startled by the salary on the contract and, feeling somewhat guilty, had not dared haggle too much. If he had known, he should have asked for 2.51 million euros, or even 2.49 million.

Perhaps Europe did not have the "250" joke, but once he spent the future lying low, teasing little nurses at the hospital or watching matches from the stands, this salary would sooner or later become ammunition for Inter fans back home.

Damn it, what a miscalculation.

At the thought of Inter fans calling him Mr. 250 or simply 250, Huang Kaiwen felt his head buzzing. They might even be stingy enough to leave out the "ten thousand" between "250" and "Mr."

While driving, Barbara turned her head and noticed that he looked unhappy. She asked curiously, "Weren't you happy to see me just now? What's wrong now?"

"It's not because of you, Miss Berlusconi."

"Call me Barbara."

"Okay, Barbara."

"You still haven't told me why you're unhappy."

As a future salary thief, Huang Kaiwen naturally could not discuss wages with the boss's daughter. He casually made something up. "I thought you might have a boyfriend. That made me sad."

Screech—

Startled, Barbara slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, both of them were wearing seat belts, or they would have gone flying at that speed.

She stared at him blankly, then covered her mouth and giggled. "You're different from the Asians I've met before. The Asians I met weren't this direct."

"Maybe that's because they failed to notice that you're such a beautiful woman."

Huang Kaiwen, his competitive instincts fully engaged, tossed out compliments as though they cost nothing. They really did cost nothing, and if he could win over the boss's daughter, his life in the future would probably be much easier.

"All right. Since you're so honest, I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight."

"Okay, thank you."

After his compliments, Barbara was clearly in a wonderful mood. As she drove, she suddenly said out of nowhere, "I'm single right now."

Huang Kaiwen went numb.

He had only been running his mouth to build a good relationship. He had never intended to sell both his talent and his body. He was just a footballer. These capitalists truly had filthy blood running through their veins. Even a young second-generation heir like her was so calculating. They paid him one salary and wanted him working both day and night. Even Jack Ma would have to admit defeat.

But on second thought, since he planned to lie low and not play during the day, it was not impossible to offer a little compensation at night.

After all, he was taking so much money.

Sensing the change in his gaze, Barbara found herself unable to hold out either.

She was even a year younger than Huang Kaiwen. Even if she had the potential to be a player, she was still a hidden dragon waiting in the depths, not yet soaring into the sky. She still had some sense of shame. If it had been the experienced Barbara from when she met Pato, she would have driven straight out to the wilderness to seek excitement.

Still, Huang Kaiwen's attitude pleased her greatly, and she became especially attentive while helping him find a house.

After following the agent to view several places without finding anything satisfactory, Barbara suggested, "Why don't you live near my home? It's very nice over there."

"No."

What employee would want to live next to the boss's family?

Especially a future "king of football" like him, who was preparing to slack off.

"All right, then. What kind of house do you think would suit you?"

"It doesn't need to be too big. It would be best if it had a modest-sized yard. When I'm resting—when I'm injured—I can grow some flowers to cultivate my character. It just needs to be manageable for one person." Huang Kaiwen said.

"That's too simple. I like swimming, so it has to have a pool."

Fine, whatever you say.

In any case, he would not be paying for it. If the rent was too expensive, this young heiress should be able to handle it.

The agent with the Mediterranean hairstyle could also tell that Barbara was the one making the decisions, so he took them to see two more luxurious villas.

Barbara decided to rent a mansion not far from Milanello.

The monthly rent was 18,000 euros. The mansion had seven bedrooms and three living rooms, a large garden with a fountain, a swimming pool, and a small golf course. With the owner's permission, the golf course could be converted into a small football pitch, making it convenient for Huang Kaiwen to train at home.

To ensure his housing security over the next few years and avoid being kicked into a tiny apartment because he missed too many matches, Huang Kaiwen persuaded Barbara to sign a three-year lease. The rent did not need to be paid all at once. His reason was that rents in a major city like Milan were bound to rise in the future. The young heiress thought he made sense and saw him as someone who knew how to run a household, so she signed for three years right away.

After taking care of business, the local Barbara drove him to Osteria La Voliera. The restaurant looked quite romantic. The decor was not especially luxurious, but it was simple and adorned with carefully chosen details. Cupids and flowers could be seen everywhere, making it obvious that couples were its target customers.

Barbara also ordered two bottles of red wine.

Her intentions were as plain as daylight. Alone in a foreign country, facing someone who was both a rich second-generation heir and the daughter of a powerful family, he had no room to resist.

Huang Kaiwen completely let himself go.

He got up and sat down beside Barbara. Not only did he unleash a barrage of sweet talk, but his hand also found its way to a silky spot. By the end of the meal, the boss's daughter was flushed red.

She could barely stand when it was time to pay the bill.

It had to be said that Barbara had excellent safety awareness. After drinking, she did not drive and proactively took him to a hotel.