Chapter 11 Inzaghi: Two equally handsome men hugged each other tightly,...
Rosalia had just driven out of Milanello when she received a call from home. Her mother's anxious voice told her that her father had suddenly fallen ill and asked her to come back quickly to see him.
Without saying a word, she hung up the phone, turned the steering wheel sharply and rushed home.
Her home was in the suburbs, a world away from the heart of Milan. Surrounded by her villa, surrounded by mountains and lakes, it was sparsely populated. Not only were there no thieves, but even wild animals were reluctant to venture into her home, not to mention the numerous private security teams protecting it. Her father doted on her mother to the core, preferring to wake up at dawn to work so his wife could find inspiration amidst the beautiful surroundings. Whether she found inspiration or not was none of his concern.
So, as an adult, she and her siblings moved out of the house and settled in the city center, where transportation was more convenient. Rosalia shouldn't have moved to a hotel so early, but instead, she should have enjoyed her vacation at home, picked out the location of her new house, and declined her mother's offer to renovate it herself.
Who would have thought that just as she received the news of promotion and transfer, her father called her and asked her to go on a blind date.
"Blind date"—such a niche term! To Rosalia, it was practically a sign of expulsion. So, without even turning back, she grabbed her suitcase and checked into the hotel her family had invested in, a top-tier suite, a suite all her own.
If her mother hadn't called this time, when she took the initiative to step into the house, she should have been the one holding Kaka's hand, shaking the hand with the diamond ring at her father, giving him a face full of stars, letting him see that his daughter could have a reliable husband without going on a blind date.
"scold--"
The car sped all the way from the gate into the garden, and along the narrow path, its tires brushed past the artistic green plants carefully trimmed by the gardener, creating a lush green scene in an instant. Then, with a neat tailspin, it stopped steadily downstairs in the front hall.
Rosalia hurried up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, and headed straight for the upstairs bedroom. She reached the door in a few steps, and just as she was about to push it open, her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. She retreated all the way to the stairwell and looked down over the railing.
She had been running in such a hurry that she hadn't noticed, but now she realized that the servants were cleaning and arranging the living room in an orderly manner. One of them even took down an antique vase that her father had bought last year and carefully dusted it with a duster for a long time.
Rosalia made up her mind. She straightened her clothes, knocked on the door calmly, and asked politely, "Can I come in, Dad?"
Before she could count to three, two, one, the door opened with a bang, and she was greeted by her mother's suffocating hug. Her mother's eyes were red, and the hand on her shoulder was trembling slightly: "Liya, you are finally back, your father... woo..."
Old Mr. Bianchi, lying on the bed, closed his eyes tightly, his lips slightly parted, and clenched his hands tightly under the quilt, for fear that he would laugh out loud if he lost his strength.
His wife is so amazing! She could win an Oscar!
Rosalia hugged her mother, patting her back soothingly. She looked over her shoulder at her troubled father. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was in pain even in his sleep.
In fact, if you look closely, you can find that his neck and face are two different colors, with a clear dividing line behind his ears.
Rosalia was speechless: "Next time, use a better foundation. This one has rubbed onto the pillow."
Her mother suddenly raised her head, her tears stopping abruptly. Her father, despite his sick and weak body, pushed himself up and quickly looked down. They both leaned in closer, turning the pillow over and over, but they didn't see the traces of foundation that Rosalia had mentioned.
When I looked up again, Rosalia was already curled up on the sofa, one leg on the coffee table, chewing an apple.
"Kachi, you two called me, Kachi, come back, Kachi Kachi, what's the matter?" After finishing her apple in a few bites, she threw it into the trash can, then picked up the health-promoting soup that was obviously prepared by her mother and gulped it down.
The sight of the cow chewing the peony made Ms. Christine look heartbroken. That was the soup made for her by her newly hired Chinese chef, and she hadn't even had a sip of it!
Matthew stopped pretending to be weak. He pushed himself up and swiftly got out of bed, kicking off his slippers as he sat down next to his daughter. He even reached out and patted her raised leg. "If not, would you come back? You can't wait to live there when you start working. I said I'd buy you a villa in Arese for your convenience, but you refused. What's the point of staying in a hotel?"
Kristen, who had just called to have another bowl of soup brought up, sat down on the other side and complained, "Liya, I don't have any creative inspiration without you."
The resentful voice surrounded Rosalia's ears in three dimensions, drilling into her ears. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she buried her head in her mother's warm and soft arms. Her muffled voice showed no sign of the decisiveness and seriousness she had at the crime scene.
"What are you doing?"
Ms. Christine was overjoyed to receive the long-awaited coquettishness from her eldest daughter. She ignored her husband's winking expression, waved away his attempt to touch her daughter, and ran her hands through her daughter's thick long hair.
"I heard you're in love? Not with those male companions, right?"
"How did you know?" Rosalia sat up straight and asked her mother, but her eyes were fixed on Matthew.
"We're not together yet," she hesitated before replying, then, remembering Kaka's family background, added, "His family are all Christians."
This was to show Ms. Christine her attitude. She was serious and expectant about this relationship that had not yet begun, and did not want to be interfered with too much by her family. She was also telling her father that if it was suitable, they might get married.
But it’s too early to say that.
Christine and her husband looked at each other, then leaned over and whispered, "Does Christianity not allow premarital..."
It is true. Christians usually engage in intimate behavior after marriage and are very conservative before marriage. Coupled with Kaka's personality, the two have never even kissed until now!
A solid kiss on the cheek doesn't count, and neither does a simple touch!
Telling this to others would make Rita laugh at her forever, so Rosalia quickly changed the subject: "Dad is fine, so I'll go home first. It will be evening by the time I get back to the city center, and I still have to pick up Kaka for dinner."
"Ahem," Matthew straightened up and pretended to clear his throat. "We've just hired a Chinese chef. Why don't you invite him over for dinner?"
Rosalia's sharp eyes swept across her father's forehead, which was sweating slightly from guilt, and then fell on her mother's eyes, which were shining and she was eager to call someone for her. She shrugged and said, "I'll ask."
"I'm going to change into something new!" Christine cheered, leaping to her feet and running out the door, tapping her shoes. She even pulled out her phone to call her stylist to discuss what to wear tonight. Matthew followed closely behind, saying he was going to pick out a bottle of good wine for the guests.
It was still early for Kaka to finish training, so Rosalia didn't rush to tell him. She knew that mobile phones were usually left in the locker room, and no one would answer the call at this time.
She was about to call her sister Fiore and ask her to come back for dinner tonight. As soon as she took out her cell phone, it rang. She looked down and saw that it was Kaka calling.
Rosalia was still wondering why the training ended so early today. After answering the phone, she was about to invite him with a smile, but she heard the person on the other end say a few words, and then her smile fell and her expression became serious.
"Okay, I got it. I'll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, she didn't bother explaining to her parents. She grabbed her coat and ran to the garage. As she was walking down the stairs, she ran into Matthew, who was walking towards her with a bottle of wine that looked very expensive. He was mumbling something. He looked up and saw Rosalia, raised the wine in his hand and said, "I just bought this last week. That guy got a bargain."
Matthew didn't hear any answer. He only saw Rosalia running past him like a gust of wind. Not long after running a short distance, she turned back, took the bottle of wine from his hand, patted his shoulder and said solemnly:
"Thank you for the wine, Dad," she smiled and kissed Matthew's cheek, with a hint of pity in her tone, "I have work tonight, remember to tell Mom."
After saying that, she left without looking back, and took away a new car key from the hallway cabinet, leaving Matthew standing there stiffly, listening to his wife's voice getting closer.
"Matthew! Do you think I should wear this or this?"
Rosalia drove out of the garage in a new Ferrari, which was faster and had better performance than the previous one. When she arrived at the place where she and Kaka had agreed to meet, the two of them had just gotten out of the car.
"Buzz—"
The black car rushed past the two people, and at the end of the path, it suddenly turned the steering wheel to turn the front of the car. The wheels made a sharp sound of friction, leaving black marks on the ground, and finally stopped steadily in front of the gate.
The car door opened and a lady in a light blue shirt and black jeans got out. The high ponytail on the back of her head bounced in the air, making Kaka feel a little dizzy.
"This place is hard to find." Rosalia pushed her sunglasses up her head, leaned over to take the wine from the passenger seat and came in front of the two of them.
"Hello, you must be Kaka's girlfriend," the brown-haired man said, extending his hand to greet her first. The two strands of curly hair on his forehead swayed with his movements. He raised the corners of his lips, showing the charm and sexiness of a mature man. "I'm Filippo Inzaghi."
"Hello Mr. Inzaghi, I'm Rosalia Bianchi." Rosalia didn't deny it. She smiled and shook hands with the man, handing him the wine. "A greeting gift."
While Inzaghi was looking down at his wine, Kaka stood beside Rosalia and whispered, "Is this your car too? We thought you wouldn't be here for a while, so we had to play FIFA."
"I stole my dad's car keys. He was going to ask if you were free to come over for dinner tonight."
"What?!" Kaka was shocked. His eyes widened, not caring about Inzaghi watching the show nearby. He pulled Rosalia over and asked seriously, "Liya, are you serious? Tonight? Me?"
The sky is falling.
What has he missed!
Kaka wanted to cry but had no tears. He followed the two men into the house dejectedly.
Rosalia pulled Kaka to sit on the sofa, waited for Inzaghi to put the wine down, and then took two bottles of water from the refrigerator and handed them over. After politely thanking him, she went straight to the point: "Mr. Inzaghi, please tell me the situation in detail." She didn't even know where she took out a notebook and pen, put them on her legs, and waited for him to speak.
"Filippo, call me Filippo," Inzaghi corrected her. He leaned lazily on the sofa, crossed his legs, and stroked his chin with one hand as he recalled, "It's my brother Simone. He often comes to stay at home. He has his own room and a lot of things, but we have always shared a cloakroom. Last time, after Kaka talked about family matters in the locker room, I called him to talk about it too. He said that some of his belongings at home were missing too."
"When did it happen?"
"It started with a watch I gave him for his birthday a few years ago. It wasn't expensive, but the style was very unique, so I bought two. But last year when he came to stay at my house, he discovered that the watch was missing. He thought I had taken it and didn't ask." Inzaghi frowned, looking unhappy. "I rarely wear it, and occasionally when I didn't see it, I thought Simeone had taken it. Until one day I found Simeone's name engraved on the back of the watch, and when I went to look for it, I realized it was gone."
Rosalia put down her pen and spoke clearly, "So, you and your brother had two identical watches that you rarely wore. But Simone didn't know you had the same watch. After the thief stole it, he made you mistakenly think that the other person had worn it when your watch was not there. In fact, he stole yours and put your brother's in the cloakroom as a cover."
"Yes, that's right. Because the watch wasn't expensive, we didn't call the police. Also, private bodyguards are too conspicuous and could easily be targeted by the tabloids, so I only hired a security team to come to my house. It's true that nothing was stolen after that, but," Inzaghi paused, looked at Kaka and said, "after that night, I searched the house again. Aside from the things in the safe, there were indeed quite a few watches and accessories in the cloakroom that I didn't wear often but that I still remembered."
"Wait a minute, I remember you were the one who introduced Kaka's housekeeping company to him," Rosalia interrupted Inzaghi. After he nodded, she continued, "Was your security team also recommended to you by Victory Company?"
Inzaghi is very smart. He has unique football intelligence and a keen sense of goal. His elusive movements on the field are enough to tell the whole story, and he is also like this off the field. So after Kaka finished telling his story in the locker room, he immediately thought about his own experience with Simeone and also noticed the problems of the security team and housekeeping team. So he fired them first, then cleaned up the house, and found that many small and insignificant things were missing.
"Yes, they recommended it." Inzaghi felt guilty. He thought it was because he didn't know Kaka well that Kaka suffered. Fortunately, nothing happened. If he had wanted to hurt Kaka instead of stealing that night, he didn't know how to face Kaka. "Ricky, I'm sorry..."
"Pippo!" Kaka came forward and hugged Inzaghi, putting his head on his shoulders as he usually did after celebrating a goal. "It's not your fault, it's the thief's fault."
Two equally handsome men hugged each other tightly, inseparable. One was sunny and cheerful, like a pure male college student, and the other was sexy and passionate, like a playboy in the love field. This picture was very friendly to Rosalia's eyes.
She bit the pen and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
No wonder everyone likes football players, so this is the reason!
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