Chapter 111: The Beauty's Small Living Room (Thanks to the helmsman demon for the reward of 1000010000)

Ding dong~ Ding dong~

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night

Then the traveller in the dark

Thanks you for your tiny spark

In the afternoon, on Jackson Street, in Old Johnson's music bar, a man in a white shirt was sitting in front of a piano. He closed his eyes with a serious expression, his slender fingers dancing over the keys, bringing out a string of bright notes. It was the famous English song "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

In the bar, two or three dozen people held their glasses, smiling as they watched his performance.

"Richard is amazing, he learned to play the piano in just a week."

"Is this amazing? My granddaughter is three years old, learned two songs in three days, and Richard learned one 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' in a week."

"Haha, Richard doesn't play very well, but his serious expression, you would think he was a piano master."

"Haha, you're right."

The audience laughed.

Bang!

Pressing down a strong note, Richard raised his hands with great momentum. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the noisy crowd below.

"Hey, gentlemen, please be quiet for a moment. How did I play?"

He smiled slightly with a raised corner of his mouth.

"Wow, it sounds great. Richard, can you play another song? We've been listening to 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' for seven or eight days, and our ears are about to overdose."

"Yes, our requirements are not high. How about a birthday song? Okay, maybe the birthday song is too difficult for you, so anything else, just not 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'."

"Hey Richard, can you play anything else? You've been learning for so many days, don't tell us you only know 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'?"

The crowd laughed.

"Hey, you guys underestimate me. How can I be this good and only know one song after learning for so many days?"

Richard crossed his arms discontentedly.

"Oh, what else can you play?" Old Johnson asked.

"Listen up, I can also play the alphabet song."

"Uh~, hahahaha~"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

"Isn't the tune of the alphabet song 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'?"

"Oh, in the end, he still only knows one song."

"Richard, stop torturing that piano and come have a drink!"

The crowd shouted.

"Wait a minute, let me practice a few more times."

Richard sat back at the piano.

"Oh my god, 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' again, Richard, can you spare us?"

The crowd objected.

"Okay, one more time!"

Richard closed his eyes again, hands on the keys, and immersed himself in the ocean of music, playing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' once more. After torturing everyone's ears again, Richard got off the stage, came to the bar to drink and chat with everyone. After a while, lawyer Gilbert came in.

"Hey Richard, I heard you're disturbing the peace here. Someone complained to me about you."

Gilbert laughed.

"Nonsense, it's a public welfare performance, a nursery rhyme to bring back good childhood memories, how meaningful."

"Haha, stop it."

Gilbert opened his briefcase and handed him a document. "Here you go, the property registration certificate, that apartment now belongs to you."

"Thank you!"

Richard looked at the document, finding no issues.

"Richard, I really don't understand why you need so many properties? With that money, you might as well invest in the stock market."

Gilbert complained.

Richard smiled lightly, "Money is never enough; you can always earn it. But my girlfriend is still renting. She's Brazilian, and her biggest wish is to have her own apartment in New York. I can't let her down."

"Why not bring her here to live?"

"It's not suitable for her here."

"Haha, this is the Bronx, it's still New York, the world's capital. Why isn't it suitable for her? You're too attentive. Well, I hope everything you're doing is worth it."

Gilbert laughed, raising his glass.

"It will be!"

Richard smiled and clinked glasses with him.

Since becoming a boxing champion and a star, there have been more legal affairs, and Gilbert has almost become his personal lawyer.

Gilbert graduated from Columbia University Law School, and is also from the Bronx. They knew each other since childhood. While his litigation skills are average, he's very professional at handling these matters.

After leaving the bar, Richard drove to Bündchen's apartment. Today, Bündchen got off work early to cook at home. They planned to have dinner at home and then go shopping together.

Opening the door, the room was dimly lit. Mrs. Bündchen sat quietly on the sofa, watching a boring documentary on TV, which wasn't her favorite show.

"Dear, why don't you turn on the lights?"

Richard casually turned on the chandelier in the living room, and the room instantly brightened.

Mrs. Bündchen still did not respond.

Richard, puzzled, walked over to look at her. Mrs. Bündchen had a stern face, thin lips pressed together, eyes staring straight at the TV without blinking, clearly angry.

"Dear, what's wrong? Who upset you?"

Richard put his arm around her shoulder.

"Let go!"

Bündchen shrugged her shoulder, trying to push him away but couldn't.

"Speak up, don't sulk. Your stern face looks like a German female officer, it can scare people."

"Fuck, you're the German female officer."

Bündchen laughed, punching him.

Mrs. Bündchen's grandparents were German, giving her half German blood, with a somewhat stern look, so Richard often teased her about this.

"Alright, I'm the officer. Now, beautiful Mrs. Bündchen, tell me honestly, what did the guy holding you do to make you so angry? Tell me, I'll avenge you."

Richard said seriously.

"Hmph!"

Mrs. Bündchen glared at him, turned around, and still ignored him.

"Hey, Gisele Bündchen, you're not a petty person. Why are you acting like this?" Richard lifted her long legs onto his lap and patted her behind, "Will you speak or not? If not, I'll have to use force."

"Bastard!"

Mrs. Bündchen pushed his hand away, grabbed his hand, and bit it before speaking with a stern face, "Tell me, what did you say to me before?"

"This is too broad. I said I love you, I'll protect you, take care of you, make you a happy woman. I also said you're the most beautiful girl in the world and my favorite type. I like your this, this, haha, and this."

"Perv!"

Mrs. Bündchen pushed his hand away, blushing, "Be serious, that's not what I want to hear."

"Then what do you want to hear?"

"You said you wouldn't fight underground boxing anymore, no more dangerous competitions. Why did you participate in the cage fight organized by that Weckness guy behind my back?"

Mrs. Bündchen pointed at his nose.

"You mean that?"

Richard looked at her finger, his eyes crossing.

"Pfft, bastard, be serious. I'm really angry. You must give me an explanation."

Mrs. Bündchen folded her arms, suppressing a smile.

"Alright, I'll give you an explanation."

Richard hugged her, speaking softly, "I had a talk with Mark last time, told him to stop harassing you. If he dares to bother you again, I'll beat him up. Hey, dear, don't get excited. I was just scaring him, didn't actually want to hit him.

But that guy wasn't afraid, even threatened to shoot me. Haha, who am I? A man from the chaotic neighborhood, would I fear him?

So I scared him, saying I'd killed people before. Look at my gunshot wounds if you don't believe me. That scared him, he didn't dare to confront me head-on, so he used this method to deal with me, even sent a challenge letter asking if I dared.

Haha, who am I? The undefeated god Richard. Would I be afraid of him? So I went, fought a match, threw two punches and an elbow, easily took down the guy who claimed to be the strongest in the world, without breaking a sweat."

"Are you proud of winning?"

Mrs. Bündchen frowned, "I heard that guy is very strong, can lift cars, punch through barrels. What if you got hurt?"

"I wouldn't. Okay, I won't argue. This time, it was my fault. I promise, from now on, I won't participate in any dangerous competitions other than boxing."

Richard said seriously.

Mrs. Bündchen nodded in satisfaction, "And?"

"What else?"

"Hmph, it seems you haven't fully realized your mistake. I won't talk to you until you figure it out."

Mrs. Bündchen stood up.

"Bündchen, don't go too far."

Richard picked her up and threw her onto the sofa, starting to tickle her.

"Bastard!"

Mrs. Bündchen pushed his shoulders, blushing, "Stop it, I'll talk if you stop."

"It doesn't interfere. You talk, I'll do."

Richard smirked.

"Bastard!"

Mrs. Bündchen held his neck, biting him, "Hmph, you bastard. I'm most angry that you hid it from me. Everyone at my company knew, except silly me, who knew nothing. It's so infuriating."

"Dear, I was wrong. I just didn't want you to worry."

Richard said softly.

"If you don't want me to worry, you shouldn't have gone. Tell me, will you participate in such competitions in the future?"

Mrs. Bündchen held his neck, her eyes looking straight at him.

"I swear, I won't participate in any dangerous competitions in the future."

Richard swore.

"Alright, I'll trust you again this time. But I warn you, if you lie to me again, I will, I will..."

"What will you do?"

"I'll leave you, marry someone else."

Mrs. Bündchen glared at him.

"Haha, if you dare to marry someone else, I will, I will..."

"What will you do?"

"I'll marry someone else too."

"Bastard!"

Mrs. Bündchen grabbed his hair, both of them laughing.

Two hours later, the setting sun hung at the head of the bedroom window. Mrs. Bundchen glanced at the clock by the bed and said, "Ah~, it's ten past seven. It's your fault, wanting to sleep at this time. Now, should we get up or continue sleeping?"

"Whatever you want. Whether we get up or continue sleeping, as long as I'm holding you, it's not a problem," Richard replied with a light laugh.

"Hmph, you're such a pervert, always ready to get wild."

"No, it's only when I see you that I get wild. Oh no, I'm transforming again."

"Get lost!"

Mrs. Bundchen pushed his face away. "Come on, get up. We haven't had dinner yet."

"Alright, as you wish!"

Richard kissed her shoulder and rolled out of bed.

After a warm dinner, the two walked out of the apartment hand in hand, chatting and strolling along the streets shrouded in twilight.

"Where are we going?" Bundchen asked, tiptoeing and swinging their hands.

"Just walking around. I have to go to Italy for a shoot in a few days. Let's take a walk now," Richard said, gripping her hand tightly.

"Alright!"

Bundchen lowered her head, drew closer, and wrapped her arm around his.

Starting from Houston Street in the DC area, they walked aimlessly in the direction of the setting sun, wandering through the bustling city.

As the sky grew dark, they arrived in the Tribeca area of Lower West Side, stopping in front of an upscale apartment complex surrounded by greenery and featuring elegant European-style buildings.

"What do you think of the apartments here?" Richard asked, looking at the tallest building.

"Here? It's nice, I've heard many celebrities live here. How about we buy one when we save enough money?" Bundchen looked around and asked.

"Sure, let's go in and check out the environment. When we have the money, we'll buy one."

"It's getting dark, do we still want to go in?"

"Let's go, maybe we'll run into a celebrity."

Richard led her into the apartment complex, took a tour, and arrived at a gate. He entered the code and led the girl into the elevator.

"How do you have the access card for this place?" Mrs. Bundchen asked.

Richard smirked and remained silent.

"Tell me!"

Mrs. Bundchen shook his shoulders and asked.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon."

Richard held her hand and said.

"Hmph, you're hiding something from me again."

Mrs. Bundchen got angry.

Richard smiled, embraced her, and they exited the elevator, arriving at an apartment door. He unlocked it smoothly and said, "Ta-da, darling, please come in!"

"Where is this?" Mrs. Bundchen blinked.

"Come in and see!"

Entering the apartment, he turned on the living room lights, illuminating everything. The white walls, exquisite wall lamps, cream-colored sofa, soft carpet, and a large poster of Mrs. Bundchen adorned the opposite wall.

Mrs. Bundchen was momentarily stunned, "Where is this?"

"Home. This will be our home from now on."

Richard smiled and handed her a set of keys and some contracts.

"You bought this place?"

"Yes!"

Recalling how Angela bought a house last time, Mrs. Bundchen couldn't hide her envy despite not saying anything. As a man, he couldn't let his woman be disappointed.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"I don't like surprises, you jerk."

Mrs. Bundchen blinked her damp eyelashes and lightly punched his chest.

"Got it!"

Richard hugged her.

This apartment wasn't large, with four bedrooms, four bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, and a gym. Although not as spacious and luxurious as those big houses in central Manhattan, it was perfect for their little home.

The surrounding area had the New York Art Hall, museums, Tribeca Park, several cinemas, supermarkets, and clothing stores. The location was excellent.

In the following days, they renovated, selected new furniture, and moved in. On moving day, they held a party at home, inviting some friends.

"Richard, while we're celebrating today, I have some bad news," Anthony said, swirling his glass on the balcony.

"Listen, does that even make sense?" Paul grinned.

"What is it?" Richard asked with a smile.

"A role has fallen through, the one for 'The Cider House Rules.' For some reason, the production called and said you're not suitable, and they want to replace you. Just like last time with 'Varsity Blues,' they gave no reason."

Anthony shrugged.

"Hey, why are you all looking at me? You don't think I did it, do you?" Norman said displeased.

"We're not accusing you. We just want to know your opinion. This situation looks like it was PR'd away," Richard said with a smile.

"No need to guess. It's definitely Mark Wickenes. That guy holds a grudge. At the last party, you took down one of his strong men with two punches, totally humiliating him. Of course, he's going to cause you trouble," Norman shrugged.

"That guy has connections in Hollywood too?"

"Haha, interesting question. Connections are like tree roots, intertwined and complex. Mark has two main roots, his father and his godfather, Mr. Epstein. From what I know, Mr. Epstein has good relations with the Weinstein brothers. One is a tycoon from Brooklyn, the other from Queens. It's very easy for Mark to take your role away."

"Richard, why do you keep attracting tycoons? First Norman, now Mark. Can't you quietly train your boxing?" Anthony said helplessly.

"It's not that I want to provoke them; they come to me. Like Norman here. With so many beauties in the world, why do you guys have to go after my Bundchen?" Richard patted Norman's shoulder.

"Ouch, take it easy!" Norman grimaced. "It's your fault. To us rich guys, all beauties are our women. You, a boxer with little fame, snagging a stunner like Bundchen, that's like stealing our women."

"Damn capitalists!" Mayweather said, pouting.

"Right, if I become the President, I'll line these guys up and shoot them one by one," Paul said.

"If you become the President, you'll become one of them. Your son too. Will you shoot them?" Mike laughed.

"Enough, stop. If we keep talking, we'll start a revolution," Gilbert waved his hand.

Richard shook his head. "Anthony, any problems with the other two roles?"

"No!"

"Then it's fine. We won't take Weinstein brothers' movies anymore. They easily fall through."

"Okay!"

Anthony nodded.

"Let's go back inside. There are so many beauties. I'd be crazy to stay out here with you guys."

Norman waved his hand and left.

"Hehe, I'm following!" Paul grinned and went in too. Soon, everyone went back inside.

Inside, there were Bundchen, Reese, Susan, Angela, and Bundchen's model friends. Indeed, there were many beauties, and they were all stunning. But the living room was too small, not enough space.

Maybe it's time to keep earning more money and buy a bigger house with a spacious living room for Bundchen.

Richard nodded, raised his glass, and drank it all.

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In mid-July, the director of "The Talented Mr. Ripley" notified Richard, 'Richard, it's your turn.' Richard replied, 'Got it,' kissed Mrs. Bundchen goodbye, and boarded a flight to Italy.

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