Chapter 198 Vivian

Vivian was furious when she heard that her brother had even let their father watch the Champions League game.

Watching a league match was one thing, but why a Champions League game? Two games in three days—could her father’s body handle it?

This time, though, she didn't go to argue with her brother. She knew she couldn't convince him, a football fan as stubborn as their father. Football fans were all lunatics! Completely unreasonable; there was no talking to him!

She decided to go find Chen Hero.

As the saying went, "Debts have debtors, grievances have those responsible." Since Chen Hero was the one who had started all this, naturally she had to go to him.

She hoped Chen Hero would stop trying to exert such influence on her father.

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Liverpool managed to leave Fiorentina’s home field with three points and a victory. When they returned to Liverpool, the fans gave them a warm welcome. The next day, a large number of fans also flocked to Melwood.

They were all there to express their support for the team.

Vivian was among them. Looking at the fans around her waving team scarves and shouting players' names, she thought they were all crazy.

Football really was a sport only lunatics liked!

She lowered her head, trying not to let the disgusted expression on her face be seen by others, as that would cause unnecessary trouble.

It was noisy all around, and people were singing in unison. Liverpool was doing well, and the Liverpool fans were full of confidence and passion.

But for Vivian in the crowd, it was all just noise, devoid of beauty.

She finally endured until the end of training. She followed the crowd to the parking lot, which was the only way for the players to leave the training base. Here, you could often get a lot of star autographs, and if you were lucky, you could even take a photo with your idols.

Vivian didn't understand any of this, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that if she followed the majority, she would definitely find the players.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the players who had showered and changed in the locker room came to the parking lot one after another.

The fans who had been gathered together immediately went to find their targets and surrounded the players, asking for autographs and photos.

Most of the players were receptive, but there were also those cool players who wore sunglasses, signed only a few names, waved away the requests of other fans, walked straight into the parking lot, got into their cars, and drove away.

And those fans would then find the next target.

Vivian didn't go up. She stood aside and watched coldly. Looking at the players who drove away, she despised them in her heart. They were so indifferent to their fans. They didn't even think about who had made them famous. They were putting on airs for their supporters—morally bankrupt!

She also saw those fans, none of whom seemed to take it to heart. She shook her head—truly angry at their lack of ambition! Your idols treat you like this, and you're not even angry? You're still running to get autographs and photos from other people. Do you have any self-respect?!

But her angry cries in her heart failed to awaken these fans.

They really were a bunch of unreasonable lunatics! There was no reasoning with them at all!

Vivian was cursing the players and fans in her heart when a huge cheer suddenly erupted beside her. She watched as the people around her, as well as fans from other places, all ran toward one spot.

She wondered who had arrived when she heard the fans shouting, "Hero! Hero! Hero!!"

It was Chen Hero!

The person she was looking for!

Although the spiritual leader and captain of Liverpool was still Gerrard, in the hearts of the fans, Liverpool's number one star was clearly Chen Hero—the Chinese player had won the "My Favorite Liverpool Player" award, voted by Liverpool fans, for three consecutive seasons. And he had only been with the team for three seasons, which meant that since he arrived, he had always been the best player in the eyes of Liverpool fans.

In terms of jersey sales, jerseys with his number and name were also the best-selling.

Chen Hero's popularity in Liverpool was evident.

When Vivian saw that it was Chen Hero, she couldn't be bothered to stand by and watch coldly. She ran toward where Chen Hero was with the others, and she was even more frantic than the other fans. She pushed forward desperately, even pushing away others who were in front of her.

But at the time, everyone's attention was on Chen Hero, and no one noticed such a crazy woman...

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, this woman might have attracted a lot of glares.

She finally squeezed in. Chen Hero was signing autographs for the fans. There were all sorts of things being offered for him to sign—trading cards, postcards, a blank piece of paper, jerseys, and even a female fan who lifted up her top, wearing only a black bra, and asked Chen Hero to sign her chest...

Vivian really had her eyes opened, but she also cursed inwardly—shameless!

Vivian, who was prepared, also rushed up, but she wasn't there to ask Chen Hero for an autograph. Instead, she stuffed something into Chen Hero's hand.

It was a folded piece of paper.

After stuffing it in, she turned around and walked out.

There were many women who stuffed notes into Chen Hero's hands. They usually put in their phone numbers, hoping to take this opportunity to get Chen Hero's number, and then have some inexplicable relationship with Chen Hero...

So Chen Hero was used to it... but today's still made him stunned, because this woman seemed a little too old, right?

She was in her forties, right? Or fifties?

Damn, although my girlfriend is older than me, it doesn't mean I have such heavy tastes!

Vivian, who turned and left, didn't know that Chen Hero thought of her that way. Otherwise, her impression of Chen Hero would probably be even worse.

Chen Hero didn't take it to heart either. He continued to sign autographs while looking up and taking photos with the fans.

After messing around for half an hour, he was finally able to get away and return to his car.

After getting into the car, he realized that he was still clutching the piece of paper in his hand.

When he opened it, he found that there was indeed a phone number and a message.

Could this be a love letter?

At the thought of this, Chen Hero shuddered, and goosebumps instantly crawled all over his body...

He bit the bullet and read on, only to find that it wasn't a love letter at all.

In the message, the person identified herself, telling Chen Hero that she was Old Hartson's daughter, Vivian, and that she hoped to have a good talk with Chen Hero about her father's problem.

Chen Hero found it strange. What was there to talk about Old Hartson's problem? Could something have happened? That's not right. If something had happened, Little Hartson would probably have called him as soon as possible... Little Hartson had his phone number. If he wanted to find him, wouldn't it be more convenient to call? Was it necessary to do this?

He realized that perhaps Little Hartson didn't know about Vivian looking for him, and it seemed that she didn't want Little Hartson to know either.

Why was that?

Chen Hero couldn't figure it out. If he couldn't figure it out, he would just ask.

He took out his phone and called the other party directly.

The phone rang once before being picked up.

"Hello, is this Chen Hero?" The person on the other end of the phone spoke politely, but her voice was a little cold and not enthusiastic, not at all like she had taken the initiative to contact him.

"Hello, this is Chen Hero. Are you Vivian? May I ask what you need me for?" Chen Hero didn't mind Vivian's tone.

"Yes, I'm Vivian. I'd like to talk to you about my father's affairs. When are you free?"

This question stumped Chen Hero—he thought about it, and it seemed that he really didn't have any free time.

"This... I don't have much time..."

"Well, let's just talk on the phone. It won't take up much of your time anyway. My father watched the Champions League game the day before yesterday, did you know?"

When Chen Hero heard her say that, he was very excited and surprised: "Ah? He watched it? That's great!"

"What's so great?!" When Vivian heard Chen Hero say that, she was furious, and her voice became much harsher. "Do you know that this will put my father in a very dangerous situation!"

When Chen Hero heard the other party's scolding, he realized that the other party hadn't come to thank him...

"My father has heart disease, not a cold! How could you let him watch a football game? If his emotions suddenly changed during the game, it would put a lot of strain on his heart! Do you even know that? It's basic common sense!"

Chen Hero rolled his eyes. He usually had no patience for this kind of inexplicable criticism. His temper had never been the kind of pushover type. In the past, he would have started a fight at the slightest disagreement. Now, he had restrained himself a lot, but that didn't mean he had completely changed his nature.

Moreover, he believed that what he had done was reasonable and beneficial to Old Hartson. He couldn't stand being scolded like this.

So he didn't wait for Vivian to finish scolding, and he didn't make any explanation. He just hung up the phone.

She's a psycho!

That was the only thought in Chen Hero's mind. He didn't care whether it was polite to hang up on someone else, especially a woman. He had always believed in gender equality. If you did something wrong, you had to take a beating, and if you took a beating, you had to stand at attention. He wouldn't be soft-hearted just because the other party was a woman.

But after hanging up the phone, he was still a little worried—could Old Hartson have a health problem?

He thought about it and called Little Hartson to ask about Old Hartson's recent situation.

"He's in good spirits, haha! Thank you, Hero. My father's body is recovering quickly now, and I think he'll be able to leave the hospital soon!" Little Hartson's voice on the other end of the phone was cheerful and full of energy. This relieved Chen Hero—it seemed that the old man was fine.

He didn't tell Little Hartson that Vivian had called and scolded him. He asked a few more questions with concern and asked Little Hartson to send his regards to Old Hartson on his behalf.

Then he hung up the phone.

Since Old Hartson was fine, he couldn't understand Vivian's thoughts and actions even more.

He curled his lips, crumpled the piece of paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can in the car.

Why bother with such a psycho! He was so busy!