Chapter 28 Warm Home Kaka is still a child
Leah spent the entire day in the office feeling uneasy, her legs even shaking uncontrollably. She propped her head up with one hand, trying to block out the teasing glances from everyone.
[Kaka: I was wrong, I was really wrong TT]
[Liya: It was my fault. I didn't use my professional strengths to my advantage. I almost had someone point a camera directly at my face. And the photo turned out so ugly!]
She angrily pressed the keyboard of her mobile phone with such force that it made a squeaking sound, which made Gobi across the table think there was a mouse in the office, and he quickly looked up and looked around.
[Liya: There won't be a next time!] If something embarrassing like this happens again, I'll run away!
Two text messages came in quick succession, and the two exclamation marks in the text messages were about to pop out and poke him in the face.
Kaka was rarely sad. He sat in the restaurant of the base, poking at the pasta on the plate.
Inzaghi was sitting next to him. Seeing that the child, who usually had a good appetite, was not only not eating but also playing with his food, he frowned and said seriously, "Ricky, stop playing and eat."
Then he turned around and slapped away Nesta's hand that was quietly extended to him, and put the yogurt back on Kaka's plate, "You've already drunk one bottle, Sandro. This one is Ricky's, you drink mine."
As long as there is something to drink, Nesta doesn't care who it belongs to. Once it's in his hands, it's his.
Kaka, who was suddenly mentioned, looked up blankly: "Huh?"
"It's okay, eat your meal quickly and stop playing with your phone." Inzaghi rubbed his hair and squeezed the yogurt next to him.
Kaka sighed and took a few big gulps of yogurt. If you didn't know him, you would think he was drinking.
Gattuso couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you, kid?"
"It's okay, Southerner," Kaka said worriedly, "I'm just worried about Leah, oh, my girlfriend, she's a police officer, and I'm afraid the reporters will disturb her work."
Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Gattuso rolled his eyes and turned around to ignore him.
Kaka cast his worried eyes towards Pirlo again. This was his ally in bullying Gattuso. He hoped to get some comfort from Pirlo. "Andrea, what do you think?"
"Are you asleep?"
Two sentences angered two people. Under the suppression of force, Kaka finally finished the pasta on the plate obediently and was taken to the lounge for a nap with his neck strangled.
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The newspapers really made her lose her appetite, so Leah chose salmon salad. After quickly finishing her lunch, she flew back to the office.
In the summer, the lunch break in Italy is from one to three o'clock. As the weather gets hotter, people are reluctant to stay in the office and prefer to spend time in the park or cafe.
Leah was almost the only one in the office. She was leaning over the table, scrolling the mouse wheel from time to time to browse the news online.
The daylight hours were enough for these reporters to dig up her background information. In just one morning, her personal profile and her graduation photo from the University of Bologna were published on the websites of various sports newspapers.
So stupid.
She critically swiped past the silly photo and opened the interview video below.
The video shows a reporter's street interview on Kaka's love life.
[A reporter holding a microphone stopped a middle-aged man in casual clothes on the road. He did not stop him randomly, but found the AC Milan logo on his clothes. It should be a peripheral product.
The reporter asked with a smile, "Hello, have you read today's sports newspaper? Do you know anything about Kaka?"
This kind of street interview is not uncommon in Milan, which is not only a football city but also a fashion capital.
So the uncle did not panic. He calmly touched his sparse head and replied: "I know, I am the Rossoneri, and I know everything about Milan." After that, he proudly straightened his collar to show the logo on his chest to the camera.
Reporter: "So what do you think about this relationship? For example, how long will Kaka date this girlfriend before they break up? Do you think she is a gold digger?"
That's a very rude thing to say.
"Which newspaper are you from?" The uncle glanced at him and said, "What's it to you! Kaka is still a child, what does he know? What's wrong with falling in love? Why are you so anxious about talking about your family?"
He snatched the microphone and moved in front of the camera, scaring the photographer so much that he stepped back with the camera, but was then pulled back by the camera.
"Kaka, just keep playing football. We in the fan club are supporting you. If you want to date, go ahead." He said earnestly, with the air of a parent watching his child grow up. "Just stay away from the glamorous places, train well, and win another championship for Milan. No, three or four more!"
"As for you," the old man turned to look at the reporter, his finger almost poking his eye, "are you Italian? Italian girls are so beautiful, like flowers. How can you talk to someone like that? And she's a police officer..."
At this point, he paused for a rare moment, hesitated for three seconds, then closed his eyes and began to brag: "Milan has such great security. The police work so hard... uh, chasing thieves. You reporters, please stop causing trouble."
Seeing that the microphone was snatched away from his hand before it had lasted for 30 seconds, the other party started talking a lot, which made him dizzy. When he heard him talking about the public security in Milan, the question mark above his head almost solidified.
The reporter forced himself to smile and tried to snatch the microphone from the uncle and take control of the conversation.
But the uncle held the microphone tightly, and he had no choice but to wink at the cameraman and ask him to turn off the camera quickly.
In the last few seconds of the video, the uncle was still leaning in front of the camera and yelling: "Forza Milan!"
"Click——"
Leah was completely confused. How could such a video be uploaded to the official website?
"You hid in the office during lunch break just to watch this?"
A voice suddenly came out from the empty office, and the voice was very close.
Leah was so scared that goosebumps appeared on her skin and she turned around suddenly.
Grayson stood back there with his hands in his pockets, staring down at the screen.
He said thoughtfully, "No wonder when I went out today, I saw so many people in the bushes opposite the door. I thought someone was going to throw a bomb."
Rosalia: “…”
"Why are you in the office too?"
Grayson: "Just finished a meeting. There's a case. It's not difficult, but the reporter is a bit tricky."
The words were almost in her face.
Leah rolled her eyes at him: "Next time just say it straight, there's a case for you here."
Grayson nodded without hesitation: "Since you have taken this case, go ahead."
He took out a folder from somewhere and handed it to me, his movements as quick as throwing a grenade that was about to explode.
"Honestly, I don't know where you got the courage to date them," he said, his face full of admiration. "I feel like saying a few more words would be a waste of my innocent brain cells."
“If only they could take their brains off the court.”
He did not explain the details of the case to Leah, but let her read the documents by herself, and then left in a hurry.
Before leaving, he turned back and added, "By the way, the reporter is waiting for you in the conference room on the second floor."
What a mess. You must have messed up your brain from the meeting.
Leah was full of complaints. She opened the folder, took a first look, and then closed it immediately.
No wonder Grayson was talking about players and dating, waiting for her here!
She stood up resignedly and walked to the second-floor conference room with the documents.
After walking through the deserted corridor and standing at the door of the large conference room at the end of the second floor, Leah took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
There were several bottles of mineral water on the long conference table, as well as a snack bowl made of candies that had come from somewhere, and several people were sitting on each side of the table.
On the left is a man in a suit with a shrewd look on his face. Behind him, a man about 1.8 meters tall wrapped himself tightly from head to toe, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. Seeing someone coming in, he hid behind the man in the suit, trying to let the man, who sat down just to his waist, block him.
Gobi on the right was already prepared and waved to Leah who had just entered the room. "Hello again, the lady who has been deeply involved in various cases in the football world."
Leah didn't even have the energy to roll her eyes at him. She pulled out a chair and sat down, slamming the documents in her hand onto the table.
The crisp sound startled the masked man, and he even shuddered. He looked around cautiously as if he was afraid that someone would appear.
"Please sit down," she pointed to the seat opposite and repeated to the masked man, "Please sit down."
Gobi sat next to him and opened his notebook to take notes.
Leah flipped open the document she had just quickly scanned, her expression serious.
Before she could ask, the masked man spoke first: "You, you are Kaka's girlfriend?"
Leah: "Yes, but this has nothing to do with the case. Please tell me..."
"No, no, I asked the officer to find you." The masked man finally relaxed and pulled the scarf away from his face. "Do you know me?"
who?
Leah looked him over carefully, confirmed that she had never seen this person before, and shook her head.
The masked man seemed relieved, yet also a little disappointed. He lowered his head and whispered, "I also play football in Italy. I'm also Brazilian, but I'm not as famous as Kaka."
Leah and Gobi exchanged a glance.
Leah:?
Gobi:?
There was a strange silence for a short time. Leah softened her tone, handed the mineral water to the other side, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't usually watch football, and I don't know any of them except Kaka."
The case was important, so she chose to ignore the Milan team members whom she had met a few times.
"Oh, it's okay." The masked man said flatteredly, "It's normal that you don't know me. I play in Serie B and I'm not in Milan."
Seeing that he hadn't gotten to the point for a long time, the man in the suit next to him couldn't sit still anymore and interrupted, "Actually, we rushed here from Naples. We came here specifically to see you, Officer Bianchi."
Leah: "Looking for me?"
Man in suit: "Yes, I'm looking for you. Look, this is my client, Mr. Liverani. His father is from Naples and his mother is Brazilian. He currently plays in Serie B."
"We received a ransom letter last night claiming to have private videos and photos of Liverani and demanding money," he said, giving a figure. "This might not be a big deal for a big player, but Liverani's family is struggling, and he has to support a large family with his salary, so he can't afford the money. Furthermore, even if he could, there's no guarantee the other party would keep their promise to destroy the videos."
"Given his unique identity and the threats he's made against calling the police, we don't want to make this public, so we've taken the liberty of contacting you, hoping you can help resolve this."
"Wait, wait," Leah interrupted him, "You play football in Naples, and I'm a police officer in Milan. How can I check this?"
The agent suggested: "You can come to Naples as a tourist and investigate the case while you're there."
Leah: "First of all, sir, my work manual does not allow me to conduct cross-regional investigations without permission. Secondly, even if the case is investigated, it will be handled by the Naples Police Department."
She shook her head. "I'm sorry I can't help. This is completely beyond my ability."
"Maybe you should hire a private investigator. Cases like this wouldn't be as convenient for the police station as private investigators."
Especially in Naples, Italy's southern city is still in chaos, and the local mafia is rampant. It would be extremely difficult to evade investigations like this. Furthermore, he was still an outsider. Even though Matthew had grown up in Naples and had some influence, it was not as strong as the current local forces.
Even a dragon would find it difficult to control a snake in its lair, and powerful outsiders simply dare not ignore local hooligans.*
The principle is the same everywhere.
Seeing Leah's ruthless refusal, the agent did not insist any more. He turned around and said something to Livilani, then stood up to say goodbye.
Liverani slowly followed suit. He seemed to be only in his teens and looked more Brazilian than Kaka. He took one step at a time, his hands tightly grasping the corners of his clothes, his eyes blinking, looking here and there.
No matter how big the conference room is, it's time to walk to the door. Livilani hesitated for a while, and seeing that Leah still didn't give in, he followed his agent out dejectedly.
"Wait a moment."
Livilani had just stepped out of the door with his left foot, but he immediately retracted it when he heard the sound. He turned around and looked at Leah with his eyes shining.
As soon as she said that, Leah regretted it.
But Livilani reacted too quickly, and his pitiful look was very similar to Kaka's expression when he was rejected by her at home. She softened her heart and blurted out,
"Did you bring the ransom note?"
Liverani nodded obediently.
Ignoring Gobbi poking her from behind, Leah continued, "Leave the letter and contact information, but I can't guarantee I can help you. This doesn't count as our police station taking on your case; it's just my personal help."
Liverani: "The money—"
"No need for money," Leah sighed, feeling that she had taken on a lot of trouble. No wonder Grayson threw down the documents and ran away. "You guys go back first. I'll let you know when I have any news."
Liverani was so overjoyed that he even forgot to take his scarf. He walked out unsteadily, his back swaying from side to side as if he couldn't stand steadily.
Leia couldn't imagine what he would look like on the court with this silly look on his face.
His agent, however, remembered the scarf. He slowly walked over to pick it up, then slowly walked out again, saying, "Sorry to bother you, officer. Liverani is really pitiful. His father is sick, his mother works a part-time job, his younger siblings are in school, and his Brazilian cousins have come to him for help. The whole family depends on him for support. Even if he's a good player and just signed a contract with a salary increase, what good is it? He's still not making enough money to cover his expenses."
After saying that, he smiled at Leah and slowly followed behind Livilani's swaying back.
Leah looked at their backs thoughtfully, standing there, chewing over her agent's words.
After Gobi packed up his things and locked the door to the conference room, he saw Leah still standing there distracted. He patted her shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"
Leah: "It's okay, I was just thinking about what his agent said."
The two walked side by side in the corridor. At this time, the police station gradually became more crowded. People kept greeting them and glancing at Leah in a way that they thought was inconspicuous.
Leah pretended not to see.
Gobi: "There's nothing we can do. Players like them who come from the slums are like this. Once someone becomes famous, a whole family will come to suck their blood. This is especially serious in countries like Italy or South America where family is very important."
"I remember there was a case before where a young player, who had just started to make a name for himself and hadn't even got a contract from a big club, had his family kidnapped and threatened with match-fixing."
Leah glanced sideways: "Small clubs also engage in match-fixing?"
Gobi sighed: "Although the lower levels don't earn as much as Serie A, there are some gray industries, and they are easier to control. It's not just the competitions, there may be some business forced on them."
The atmosphere was a bit dull for a moment. Suddenly, Leah remembered something and said angrily, "Grayson must have known about this and asked me to refuse. I told him he wouldn't be so kind as to assign me a case. He's really cunning!"
"You just realized! This wasn't even a formal case to begin with. The police were just afraid that if they rejected it outright, their agent would exaggerate it and report it to the media, causing a public outcry. Plus, he specifically asked you to come meet him, so it became your case."
I don't know if Grayson was afraid that Leah would cause trouble for him, but he didn't show up in the office all afternoon. Instead, the group of reporters gathered at the door again without me noticing.
This time he didn't even try to hide it. He openly carried a camera and a microphone and looked inside at the door.
As it was getting close to the end of the working day, the people in the police station gradually dispersed, and none of the reporters saw the shadow of Kaka's legendary girlfriend.
Finally, the door was locked mercilessly, and they had no choice but to disperse again, each running to the place where the young couple might appear according to their intelligence network.
In fact, Leah arrived home early. She said a few words to Gobi, took Liverani's blackmail letter and left.
She didn't go through the main door. She wasn't stupid, so she exchanged coats with Sarah, tied her hair up, and jumped out of the bathroom window on the first floor of the police station with nimble hands and feet.
This is the side and rear of the police station. Apart from sanitation workers, few people go here.
She left almost openly, brushing past the reporters.
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It was still early when she got home, and she thought Kaka should still be training at this time, so she didn't call him. She sent him a text message saying that she had arrived home and he didn't need to go to the police station to pick her up. She also reminded him that there were many reporters at the community gate.
Leah was lying in a rocking chair, reading the ransom letter over and over again. There was a computer on the small table next to her. On the screen was some information about Liverani that she had found on the Internet. Maybe he was not very famous, so there were only a few words about him, but for Leah, it was better than nothing.
Luna was very good at finding a place. Ignoring Leah's struggle, she jumped up from the table, climbed onto her shoulders and jumped onto her head, then put her hands in her pockets and made her home there.
"You are really Papa's good daughter," Leah felt that her neck was about to be broken under the heavy weight, "Why do you two like my head so much?"
"Meow~" Luna pretended that she knew nothing and grabbed her hair to prevent herself from falling.
Kaka came home after training and saw such a heartwarming scene when he pushed the door open.
The beautiful and gentle girlfriend was swaying on the soft lounge chair, and the innocent and lovely daughter was lying on her mother and was reluctant to leave. They seemed to be waiting for him to come home.
Kaka felt so soft-hearted at that moment that he couldn't help but take two steps forward and wanted to hug them.
The familiar sound of footsteps made Leah unable to care about fighting with Luna for her head. She didn't even dare to turn her head, afraid of spraining her neck or throwing Luna off. She could only reach out to him and shout for help: "Get her down!"
Save my hair!
Kaka paused and the smile on his face froze.
After a few minutes of chaos, the father and daughter curled up into a small ball on the sofa and listened to the lecture obediently.
"Look at you two, what bad habits you've developed!"
She pointed at Kaka and said, "Don't think I don't know that you always put your hands on my head while I'm asleep. Do you know how heavy it is?"
Then he pointed at Luna: "And you, snoring on my head every night!"
Finally, she put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "If you two continue like this tonight, you'll both sleep on the floor in the study!"
Sleep on the floor!
Today's speculation in the locker room has become a reality!
Kaka quickly came forward and carried Leah to sit on the sofa. He squatted on the carpet and buried his head in her arms, rubbing against her: "Don't be angry, babe."
He raised his head and looked up at her from below. His big caramel-colored eyes blinked, and his curled eyelashes were clearly visible on his face, making him look even more pitiful. "I promise I won't do it again tonight."
While Luna didn't understand, he gave her an apologetic look, then looked at Leah, "I'll let Luna sleep in her own room tonight."
Leah smiled, pinched his cheek and asked, "Last time I said that, you were reluctant, weren't you?"
Kaka immediately straightened his attitude and said seriously: "I am a good papa. I understand now that children need their own private space when they grow up."
As he spoke, his hands were still not idle. He rubbed them upwards from the side of her legs, reaching her waist and kneading it gently.
Kaka was so big and well-trained that he could half-cover Leah even when he was kneeling on the ground. What's more, he straightened his back and leaned forward, squeezing himself between her legs, burying his head in her soft belly, and his nose was filled with the familiar and comforting scent.
He took two deep breaths and felt that the fatigue from a whole day of training and the irritation from being surrounded by reporters disappeared.
At this moment Kaka felt like he was back home and relaxed. In a daze, he seemed to see Leah lowering her head and talking with her mouth opening and closing. Before he could listen carefully, the whole person had fallen into darkness.
"Hmm? I'm asking you."
Leah was asking him what he wanted to eat tonight, but when she didn't hear any answer, she looked down and saw Kaka had fallen asleep in her arms, his head resting on his thighs.
She found it funny, so she pulled the small blanket next to her and covered his back with it, then gently rubbed his curly hair without saying a word.
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The author has something to say: Luna: Who will speak for me! Please comment and speak for me, I will randomly send twenty red envelopes to express my gratitude!
*A translation of "A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake".
When will it be updated at 9 o'clock? ! Questioning myself!
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