Soccer: I became Bruno Fernandes.

 Chapter 271: Return

After two rounds of drinks, the conversation between Bruno and the woman flowed more freely. They talked about various topics, ranging from distant lands to everyday matters. The woman was knowledgeable and well-read, and Bruno, who had spent many years abroad, brought a fresh perspective to her.

After sipping her cocktail, the woman glanced at Bruno's muscular body and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, little brother, it looked like some pretty girls tried to chat you up earlier. Why didn't you respond? Weren't they pretty enough?"

Bruno shook his head. "If any of them were even one-tenth as beautiful as you, I wouldn't have turned them down. Uh..."

Bruno's intoxication was becoming apparent. He had unknowingly consumed four large glasses of whiskey. The beautiful woman wasn't much better off, having drunk quite a bit herself out of loneliness before Bruno arrived.

"Are you complimenting me or insulting me? At least those girls looked younger than me," the woman teased, gently punching Bruno's firm chest with her delicate fist.

Taking advantage of the situation, Bruno leaned in closer. The woman's mature allure was particularly enticing under the influence of alcohol.

...

At that moment, the woman's phone rang from her small handbag.

Bruno paused his advance and sat up slightly.

The woman nodded apologetically to Bruno and took out her phone. Seeing the caller ID, her expression darkened.

The phone kept ringing, but she seemed reluctant to answer. She glanced at Bruno, appearing hesitant.

Bruno, understanding the situation, smiled and turned his head away, signaling that he wasn't eavesdropping.

Everyone has their own privacy, and Bruno respected that.

The woman, grateful, lowered her head and answered the call.

"What do you want?" she said impatiently, though she sounded familiar with the caller.

"..."

"I'm still out," she replied confidently.

"..."

"What do you mean, Song Seung-heon? You can fool around outside, but I can't meet other friends?" The woman's tone turned angry, clearly upset by the caller's words.

"..."

"We haven't even defined our relationship, so it's none of your business!" she snapped, ending the call abruptly.

After putting away her phone, she turned to Bruno with a smile. "Sorry about that, little brother. Just some irrelevant people disturbing us. Come on, let me buy you a drink."

Bruno smiled back, looking directly at her. Perhaps she still thought he was a foreigner who didn't recognize her?

Bruno's thoughts wandered as he gazed at her delicate figure. He didn't mind getting a little more intimate.

As the night deepened and the woman seemed more interested, Bruno decided not to waste any more time. They had drunk enough and talked enough; now, what were they waiting for?

...

Bruno snapped his fingers, signaling the waiter to bring the bill.

The woman laughed and stopped Bruno, pulling out a credit card from her handbag and handing it to the waiter. She waved her finger in a "no" gesture to Bruno, indicating she would cover the bill tonight.

Bruno shrugged, unconcerned about who paid. As the woman handled the bill, Bruno took the opportunity to squeeze her hip playfully.

Half-supporting and half-embracing the woman, Bruno led her out of the bar. Just as he was about to hail a taxi, she stopped him, pulling out a set of car keys from her handbag.

"No, let's take my car," she said, handing the keys to Bruno and pointing to a red Ferrari parked nearby.

Bruno smiled, took the keys, and helped her into the car.

Back in the bar, the woman had had a few more drinks. Bruno, knowing he had to drive, had exercised restraint. Nonetheless, he was slightly buzzed and a bit hazy.

Next up was finding a hotel. This kind of chance encounter shouldn't go to waste.

After buckling his seatbelt, Bruno glanced at the woman, who was leaning against the seat, looking at him with intoxicated, affectionate eyes.

Reaching out, Bruno pinched her delicate face. He sensed that the night's events would be thrilling.

...

In the early hours of the morning, Bruno, now completely sober, drove back to the city.

The ride was quiet, with neither speaking much. The woman occasionally glanced at Bruno, his stern expression adding to his charm.

The woman was in turmoil. She had only intended to relax at the bar on Christmas Eve, but unexpectedly, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Was it loneliness, or a desire to spite someone else?

Regardless, it had happened, and she had never felt as happy as she did that night.

As Bruno opened the car door to get out, she couldn't help but call softly, "Good brother?"

Bruno turned back, smiling softly. "What is it, dear sister?"

Her eyes were dreamy as she looked at the dashing Bruno. "Do you think we'll meet again?"

She didn't even understand why she asked, sounding like a woman pleading for another encounter. Did she want to do this again?

Bruno raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "I think we will, if we're meant to be."

He then lifted her chin and kissed her passionately before laughing and walking away.

The woman touched her lips where Bruno had kissed her, watching him leave, feeling mesmerized by his undeniable charm.

...

On the flight from Beijing to Milan, an attractive Italian flight attendant smiled and asked, "Sir, would you like a drink or mineral water?"

"No, thank you," Bruno replied, looking up from his magazine with a smile.

"If you need anything, please press the call button. I'll be happy to assist you." The flight attendant slipped a small note into Bruno's hand, her fingers brushing his palm lightly.

"Thank you. I'll call if I need anything," Bruno replied politely, smiling.

As the flight attendant walked away, an Italian man sitting next to Bruno called out, "I'd like some orange juice, please."

"Of course, just a moment," she responded with a polite smile.

A moment later, she returned with the orange juice. "Here's your orange juice."

Then she left.

"What's the deal?" the man muttered. While the service wasn't bad, it lacked the warmth she had shown Bruno.

"Hey, buddy, do you know her?" the man asked Bruno.

"No, I don't," Bruno replied, looking puzzled.

Seeing Bruno's face, the man understood. "Oh, I get it now."

Bruno was confused: What did he get?

...

At that moment, another flight attendant approached with a blanket. Leaning close, her perfume filled the air. "Sir, here's the blanket you requested. Let me help you with it..."

"But I didn't ask for a blanket."

"I must have made a mistake. Still, it's a bit chilly, so you might find it useful."

"Alright, thank you."

Bruno kept his hands to himself, avoiding accidental contact.

The flight attendant paused, then said, "If you need anything, just let me know. Enjoy your flight."

"Hey, buddy, this one's even better," the Italian passenger commented after she left.

"Huh?" Bruno shook his head with a smile. "I have face blindness."

Back in the crew's rest area, the other flight attendants eagerly asked, "Julia, how did it go?"

Julia smirked. "I went all out, but he wasn't interested. With my experience, he's definitely not into women!"

Julia buttoned up her blouse, adjusted her chest padding, and sighed. "What a waste. So handsome, yet such a disappointment. Maybe he's worth a try, though."

After all, this was the man poised to break the Messi-Ronaldo era and become the first non-Messi/Ronaldo player in eight years to win the FIFA Ballon d'Or!

(End of chapter)

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