After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Early the next day.

Huang Kaiwen was woken up by all the noise.

In France, Huang Kaiwen and Kaka were very popular.

After all, they are sons of Catholic France.

This place could be considered half a home ground for Milan.

It’s just that there are also many other parishioners in Paris, so it’s only half a home ground.

Bright and early.

The hotel lobby was already teeming with a large number of fans and journalists, and with so many people, the noise was intense. Huang Kaiwen had no choice but to get up, whether he wanted to or not.

He stepped out with his hair all messy.

And saw Kaka sneaking out of his room, closing the door behind him.

”Morning, Ricardo!”

Huang Kaiwen walked up and patted Kaka on the shoulder.

Kaka plopped down onto the ground.

Looking up at Huang Kaiwen, Kaka forced a smile and said, ”Kevin, I was just checking on Beatrice.”

”Yeah, right, I know,”

Huang Kaiwen said with a nod and a smile.

Normally, he and Kaka shared a room.

The rooms provided by the club for family members weren’t on the same floor as the players’.

Basically, you submitted your ’homework’ if you wanted to, or you found an excuse to share a double room with a teammate if you didn’t want to.

Huang Kaiwen, worried about Barbara’s safety, naturally stayed in the young lady’s room.

Next door to the young lady’s room was Kaka’s girlfriend Beatrice’s room.

Last night, while Huang Kaiwen was giving the young lady acupuncture, they heard a loud cry, ”Ahh, Ricardo, wrong spot!” Huang Kaiwen and the young lady rolled around on the bed laughing.

They really were in no mood to continue studying traditional Chinese medicine, so they watched an episode of ”Home Alone” before going to bed.

Huang Kaiwen still thought he should try to avoid Kaka in the morning; he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter.

But he didn’t expect to catch the boy in the act so early in the morning.

”Let’s go have breakfast. We’ve got training today.”

Kaka said, looking a bit embarrassed.

In the past, he had solemnly promised Kevin to wait until the wedding night.

But he made a mistake again.

Huang Kaiwen put an arm around Kaka’s shoulder and said, ”Don’t worry, if you’ve made a mistake, as long as you repent in your heart, God will forgive you.”

”Really?”

Kaka asked with a look of surprise, ”What about if I make a mistake again?”

”Then you just repent again. God is very magnanimous.”

By the time the two got to the dining area,

there were already many teammates and family members having breakfast.

Gattuso was cradling his daughter, feeding her non-stop.

Sheva was chatting with Toni about the changes after his wife got pregnant.

After choosing their food, Huang Kaiwen and Kaka found a place to sit. Inzaghi took the opportunity to sidle up to Gattuso, saying in a weird tone, ”Mama, I’ll definitely win, I won’t lose, I’ll bring the trophy back to you.”

”Bastard!”

As Gattuso stood up, he tossed his daughter Gabriel into Huang Kaiwen’s arms and chased after Inzaghi.

Inzaghi was mocking what Gattuso had said at 12 years old when he left home. Back then, the little boy from the fishing village cried his eyes out, but indeed, he did as he promised and brought the trophy back to his family.

It’s really supposed to be an inspiring story of a young boy’s growth.

But when Inzaghi said those words, it sounded so irritating.

”Hit him hard, don’t go easy on me!”

Huang Kaiwen whistled like a hooligan and shouted.

”Sit here, Kevin.” Kaka found a spot and called out.

Huang Kaiwen went over and sat between Kaka and Cristian Maldini.

”They’re so lively,” Paol Maldini commented, putting down his cutlery and wiping his hands.

”It’s not that they’re lively, it’s your mindset that’s old,”

Huang Kaiwen said outright.

”I’ve been getting injured all season, I’m starting to doubt whether I should retire,” Maldini shared, not minding Huang Kaiwen’s comment, and shook his head.

”You can hold on for two more years, old man,”

Huang Kaiwen said, lifting his glass of orange juice with a smile.

”Uncle Kevin, are you my daddy?”

Spurt—

Huang Kaiwen’s mouthful of orange juice sprayed all over Paol Maldini’s face on the opposite side.

”Cough, cough... Chris, what nonsense are you talking? I was still in middle school when you were born,” Huang Kaiwen quickly raised his hand to explain.

Everyone in the dining room turned to look.

Paol Maldini, with a face full of black lines, glanced at Young Master, then back at Huang Kaiwen.

”But I feel like you’re nicer than my dad,”

Young Master said discontentedly.

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Who would dare to take on a kid like this?

So you hang out a bit and now you’re thinking about changing fathers?

Huang Kaiwen quickly reassured him, ”Paul is strict with you because he wants the best for your future.”

”But who knows what kind of future I want? It’s my future, not yours,”

Young Master asserted, tilting his head up.

”Well, you have a point,” Huang Kaiwen conceded, ”but nothing in this world is completely smooth-sailing. Paul has provided you with a comfortable life and good education, and that’s why you have so much time to ponder some ludicrous future. Without education, you wouldn’t have any future at all.”

Huang Kaiwen said seriously.

Paol Maldini sighed and didn’t say anything.

He and his son had argued that morning.

”Let it go, Paul. I’ll take him out to see the real world a bit. These kids are too sheltered, they have some unrealistic ideas,” Huang Kaiwen said as he stood up and pulled Young Master with him.

”I appreciate it,”

Paol Maldini nodded.

Huang Kaiwen, pulling Young Master, hadn’t gone far

when he heard the second son saying, ”I also think Uncle Kevin plays better football and is more disciplined.”

Huang Kaiwen stumbled, nearly falling over. He quickly sped up, leading Young Master away.

If they stayed any longer,

Paol Maldini might resort to murder.

With the ”Golden Prison Award” trait, Huang Kaiwen wasn’t afraid of danger.

Indeed, Huang Kaiwen showed Young Master quite a bit of the world, even witnessing someone get pushed onto the subway tracks. If you ignored the safety issues and the stench of urine coming from the alleyways, Paris was still quite romantic.