After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

The next morning, in the hospital ward.

Lin Jianwei leaned against the hospital bed, her face still pale from illness, but her clear eyes had regained their sparkle, no longer as fragile and powerless as they had been the night before.

She sipped the warm water Yan Yuan handed her, the warm liquid sliding down her throat, bringing a touch of warmth.

"How are you feeling? Are you still dizzy?" Yan Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, his worry still lingering in his eyes, and spoke very softly.

Lin Jianwei shook her head, a weak smile curving her lips: "Much better, just still a little... dizzy, like walking on cotton, but much better than yesterday."

She looked up at Yan Yuan and saw the dark circles under his eyes and the undisguised weariness between his brows. Her heart softened.

"You didn't sleep much last night, did you? You stayed up with me the whole time..."

"I'm fine." Yan Yuan immediately shook his head, his tone relaxed.

"Sleeping on your stomach is quite pleasant, but you, the doctor said, need to get plenty of rest."

He stood up and quickly began tidying up the water glass and medicine box on the bedside table. "I've taken care of all the formalities. I'll take you home in a bit."

"Go home..." Lin Jianwei repeated the word softly, watching Yan Yuan's busy back, a warm feeling and inexplicable peace of mind welled up in her heart.

She tried to get out of bed, but her feet felt unsteady when they touched the ground. Yan Yuan immediately reached out and steadily supported her arm.

"Slow down." His voice was deep and gentle.

I walked out of the ward and through the quiet hospital corridor.

The hospital lobby wasn't crowded in the early morning, but Yan Yuan's nerves were unconsciously on edge.

He recalled the image of the ambulance rushing in last night, and the chaotic scene in the emergency room.

I also recalled the deafening cheers at the Emirates Stadium.

Yan Yuan was all too aware of his current influence.

It's quite clear that the media may have already captured footage of Lin Jianwei fainting last night.

He couldn't let her, who had just begun to recover, be disturbed in any way.

"Jianwei, wait a moment." Yan Yuan stopped at the hospital entrance.

He went to a nearby store and bought two black face masks.

Lin Jianwei was slightly taken aback.

"Put these on." Yan Yuan tore open the packaging, handed her one, and put another on himself.

"I suspect things might be a bit turbulent outside today, and I don't want anyone to disturb your rest."

Lin Jianwei felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at his serious expression.

She took the mask and put it on.

Lin Jianwei looked at Yan Yuan's face, which was also mostly covered by a mask, revealing only his deep, tired eyes, which were filled with concern for her.

"Thank you..." she said softly.

Yan Yuan smiled and teased him on purpose.

"We've been married for so long, there's no need to say thank you."

"You...you...we just...who are you to me...?"

Fortunately, Lin Jianwei was wearing a mask, otherwise her bright red face would definitely have been visible.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Yan Yuan was amused by Lin Jianwei's reaction.

He naturally extended his arm, letting Lin Jianwei gently take his arm, using his body to shield her from possible sight and crowds.

After leaving the hospital, Yan Yuan hailed a taxi.

After getting in the car, he gave her the address of Lin Jianwei's apartment, and then held her hand tightly in silence.

The carriage was quiet, with only the roar of the engine and the sound of traffic outside the window.

Neither of them spoke, but their tightly clasped hands conveyed silent comfort and relief at surviving a disaster. This time, Lin Jianwei leaned firmly on Yan Yuan's shoulder.

The scenery outside the car window flashed by.

Lin Jianwei's body was still somewhat weak, but her spirits had improved a lot.

She turned her head to look at Yan Yuan.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and seemed to want to take a short break.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, outlining his prominent nose and slightly tired profile.

The mask concealed Yan Yuan's expression, but the silent sense of protection was clearly conveyed.

As Lin Jianwei quietly gazed at his profile, her heart began to race.

She remembered the whispers in the hospital room last night, the warmth of his palm, and her affectionate snuggling...

……

The car stopped in front of the apartment building where Lin Jianwei rented.

Yan Yuan paid the fare, got out of the car, walked around to Lin Jianwei's side, opened the car door for her, and offered his arm for her to help her out of the car.

"I can do it myself," Lin Jianwei said softly, but still put her hand on his forearm.

Yan Yuan's arms were strong and powerful, exuding a reassuring strength.

The two stood in front of the porch downstairs in the apartment building.

The morning sun shone on the two of them, bringing a touch of warmth. The surroundings were quiet, with only the occasional curious glance from passersby.

"That's enough for now, Yan Yuan." Lin Jianwei loosened his grip, straightened up, and looked at Yan Yuan.

The mask covered most of her face, revealing only a pair of clear eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was gratitude, shyness, and reluctance to part.

Yan Yuan nodded, his eyes gentle.

"Okay, Jianwei, go upstairs and get some rest. Take your medicine on time, drink plenty of water, and don't think about anything for the next couple of days. Ask for a few more days off from the company. Your health is the most important thing."

"I know," Lin Jianwei replied. Looking at the bloodshot eyes in Yan Yuan's eyes, she said with heartache,

"You too, I woke you up last night, you definitely didn't sleep well. You need to catch up on your sleep when you get back today, and don't train too hard."

"Okay, I will," Yan Yuan said with a smile.

A brief silence hung between them.

Looking at the tall, handsome boy in front of her, who had stayed up all night for her and whose eyes were now full of tenderness, Lin Jianwei felt a strong impulse welling up in her heart.

She took a deep breath, as if summoning all her courage, and took a small step forward.

Then, under Yan Yuan's slightly surprised gaze...

She opened her arms and gently, tremblingly, wrapped them around his waist.

Yan Yuan's body froze instantly.

Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the softness and warmth of her body, as well as her subtle trembling.

Yan Yuan subconsciously raised his arm, wanting to hug her back, but he was afraid that his movement would be too abrupt, so his arm hung in mid-air, looking somewhat clumsy.

This is what it's like for a young man's first love.

Lin Jianwei's cheek, through her mask, gently pressed against his chest.

She could hear Yan Yuan's heartbeat suddenly quickening, as powerful as a drumbeat.

Lin Jianwei's face was burning hot, and her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

The hug seemed to last a long time, and then Lin Jianwei realized that she had been hugging for a while, so she let go of her arms embarrassedly.

She took a step back, lowered her head, and dared not look him in the eye.

"Well, I...I'm going up now." Her voice was barely audible, tinged with shyness. "You should go back and rest too."

Yan Yuan looked at the shy girl in front of him, who was as timid as a little rabbit, and couldn't help but smile up from under his mask.

He nodded and said.

"Okay, I'll watch you go up."

Lin Jianwei lowered her head, walked quickly to the apartment door, swiped her card to open it, and went inside.

Just as the door was about to close, she couldn't help but look back.

Yan Yuan was still standing there, the morning sun shining on him, and he was smiling and waving at her.

Although she couldn't see Yan Yuan's exact expression through the glass door and his mask, she couldn't see it clearly.

But the smile and tenderness in those eyes were clearly imprinted on her heart.

A warmth filled her heart, and she waved to him high before turning and walking into the elevator.

"call……"

Watching Lin Jianwei's figure disappear into the elevator, Yan Yuan finally breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling completely relaxed, and a wave of fatigue washed over him.

He called another car and returned to his villa in North London.

After returning home, the villa was completely silent.

He took off his coat and tossed it onto the sofa.

I went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found that there weren't many ingredients inside, but my mom's baiji cakes and braised pork were still there.

He simply made himself a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and drank a bottle of sugar-free cola.

Sitting in the empty restaurant, he mechanically chewed his food, but his mind kept replaying the moments in the hospital.

Her pale face, her affectionate nuzzling, and that shy yet courageous hug just now...

It's strange, the more I eat this roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), the better it tastes.

After finishing my meal, a strong feeling of drowsiness finally overwhelmed me.

After the match yesterday, Yan Yuan went straight to the hospital and hasn't had a full night's sleep since. He's really tired.

Yan Yuan was too lazy to even take a shower, so he went straight upstairs and threw himself heavily onto the soft bed.

I slept soundly and deeply, feeling incredibly refreshed.

When Yan Yuan was finally awakened by the setting sun streaming through the window, it was already afternoon.

He groggily reached for his phone on the bedside table, and the screen lit up, instantly flooded with a series of missed calls and message notifications.

"Hmm?" Yan Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the call log.

At the very top were more than a dozen missed calls from "Dad"!

The incident lasted from around 10 a.m. until after 2 p.m.

He opened his voicemail.

[First comment (10:15 AM)]

"Son? Are you awake? Why aren't you answering the phone? What happened last night? The news is all over it! They say your girlfriend collapsed at the stadium? You ran after the ambulance? Is your girlfriend that Xiaolin? Call her back now!"

[Second comment (11:30 AM)]

"Son! Still not awake? I saw the news! Oh dear! That girl is Xiaolin, right? Is Xiaolin alright? Is she too tired? Did you take good care of her? Son! Having a girlfriend is a good thing! Why didn't you tell your parents? I like that girl! You have to treat her well! Do you hear me? Call me back as soon as you're awake!"

[Third comment (1:50 PM)]

"You brat! You're fast asleep?! Wake up and call back right now! Your mother and I are waiting! How's Xiao Lin? Has he been discharged? Answer me now! If you don't, your mother and I will come looking for you!"

Yan Yuan couldn't help but laugh as he listened to his parents' anxious yet gossipy voices, especially his mother's rapid-fire questions and undisguised joy.

He could picture his parents sitting by the phone, pointing at the news footage with a mixture of worry and curiosity.

He quickly called his parents back to confirm his relationship and also told them that Lin Jianwei was alright.

The two elders were relieved, and at the same time, they repeatedly urged the young woman to be treated well.

After finishing the call, Yan Yuan habitually opened Twitter.

The bright red 99+ number on the Twitter icon is particularly eye-catching.

Upon opening the homepage, several glaring keywords were prominently displayed on the trending topics list:

#YanYuanGirlfriend

#YanYuan Hospital

Who is she?

……

He randomly clicked on a few topics, and a flood of news pushes, on-site photos, and video clips instantly appeared before his eyes.

Breaking News! Arsenal star Yan Yuan's girlfriend faints on the pitch! Yan Yuan flips over a "GG" sign!

Hero saves the damsel in distress! Yan Yuan abandons his post-match celebrations and rushes to escort his girlfriend to the hospital!

Mysterious Girlfriend's Identity Revealed? Suspected to be Yan Yuan's Schoolmate! Relationship Confirmed!

A terrifying scene unfolded at the Emirates Stadium! Yan Yuan's girlfriend fainted, causing chaos at the scene!

Most of the accompanying photos show the chaotic scene in the first row of the stands after last night's game: medical staff carrying stretchers, the surrounding crowd in a panic, Yan Yuan climbing over the GG sign, or closely following the stretcher, his face full of fear and worry.

Because of the chaos at the scene, the shaky camera, and the distance, Lin Jianwei's face was obscured and her features were unclear.

But Yan Yuan's highly recognizable face and his extremely anxious expression were crystal clear!

The comments section exploded!

"Oh my god! Yan has a girlfriend?!"

"I swear, this is so romantic, it's a wonderful romantic love story even in France."

"The scene where Yan Shen flipped the GG card was so manly! He's got maximum boyfriend potential!"

"Although I can't see her face clearly, she seems to have a great presence. Best wishes to Yan!"

"Yan is in love, and I'm heartbroken, but I still wish Yan all the best."

"A new member has emerged from Arsenal's WAGs?!"

"This girl looks so much like one of our school's teaching assistants!"

Fans from all over the world, whether they are Arsenal supporters, England fans, or fans of other leagues, have sent their best wishes.

Likes and shares skyrocketed at an astonishing rate.

Yan Yuan looked at the torrent of messages scrolling across his phone screen and smiled helplessly.

He expected some commotion, but he didn't expect it to be this exaggerated.

However, seeing the almost unanimous wave of blessings in the comments section, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Now that the whole world knows, what's the point of hiding it?

Yan Yuan is not one to hide things, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

He opened his personal social media account and created a new post.

He carefully considered the words.

He didn't want to expose Lin Jianwei's privacy or disturb her too much, but he also didn't want to deny this budding yet incredibly precious feeling.

Yan Yuan:

Thank you everyone for your concern! She's fine now and resting. Thank you to everyone who cared and helped last night! Thank you also for your blessings! Yes, I'm in love and have met someone special. She's wonderful and very low-key. I hope everyone can give us some space so she can recover peacefully. Thank you again! #Gratitude #NewLife

He didn't mention names, didn't post photos, and spoke calmly and frankly, conveying his concern for his girlfriend and gratitude to his fans.

This post immediately went viral and generated even more buzz.

"Officially verified, congratulations!"

"Seeing my favorite player fall in love is like seeing my favorite child suddenly grow up."

"We are all witnesses to this romantic story."

"Special people, so sweet!"

Yan Yuan smiled as he looked at the rapidly increasing interaction data and put down his phone.

What he wants most right now is to hear her voice.

He opened WeChat and found the pinned chat box.

[Yan Yuan: Jianwei, are you awake? How are you feeling? [Playful]]

Messages are replied to instantly.

[Lin Jianwei: Just woke up a little while ago, hehe, I feel much better now, my head isn't dizzy anymore, how about you? Are you awake yet? [smiley face]]

[Yan Yuan: I just woke up too. Did you see the news? It seems... it's gotten a bit big, the whole world knows about it. I hope it doesn't bother you.]

[Lin Jianwei: I saw it, it's quite exaggerated, but... I'm not bothered.]

[Yan Yuan: Really?]

[Lin Jianwei: What others say doesn't matter, what matters is... being with you is the result I really wanted.]

Upon seeing the words on the screen, Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat, then was filled with sweetness.

He could almost see Lin Jianwei blushing as she typed those words earnestly on the other side of the screen.

Yan Yuan: Little Lin is so cute!

This "bizarre" reply startled Lin Jianwei for a moment, then she blushed and replied with a question mark.

Lin Jianwei: ?

[Yan Yuan: Huh? I didn't say anything wrong, did I, Kobayashi? [Sunglasses]]

[Lin Jianwei: Okay, okay, you're clearly three years younger than me, yet you still call me Little Lin. Let me ask you, Little Yan, are you ready for the online exam next week? I was the one who created the last question on that test.]

[Yan Yuan: Um... Jianwei, don't use this to settle personal scores.]

[Lin Jianwei: Hmph, scared now? [Sunglasses]]

Yan Yuan: Xiao Lin's got some skills.

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