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

In early December, at the Golden Globe Awards ceremony, it was a bit chilly tonight, but the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

Paris was already bathed in the glow of lights, and the Champs-Élysées was ablaze with color.

A low-key yet luxurious black Bentley Mulsanne smoothly drove toward the Golden Globe Awards ceremony.

This Bentley is Arsenal's official car.

Outside the car window, the red carpet was already surrounded by a sea of ​​people and flashing camera lights. Reporters with their long lenses and microphones were ready and waiting, full of excitement and anticipation.

In the back seat of the car, Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei sat side by side.

"call……"

Kobayashi took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart.

She watched the approaching commotion outside the window, her fingers unconsciously gripping the smooth hem of her evening gown.

She was too nervous; after all, it was her first time attending such an event.

Tonight, Lin Jianwei wore a custom-made evening gown by a top designer.

She didn't even dare to look down at herself, for fear of wrinkling the expensive dress.

"Are you nervous? Weiwei?" Yan Yuan's gentle voice came from beside her.

Tonight, Yan Yuan wore a perfectly tailored midnight blue velvet haute couture suit, which accentuated his tall and imposing figure and distinguished his demeanor. He didn't look out the window; his gaze was fixed on Lin Jian's slightly tense profile.

Lin Jianwei turned her head and met his clear, smiling eyes, her face slightly flushed.

"There are too many people, and the lights here are too bright."

Yan Yuan smiled gently, reached out, and placed his warm, dry palm on the back of her slightly cool hand, patting it reassuringly.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

"When we get off the bus, just follow me. Take my arm. Don't look at the camera or pay attention to what others are saying. Just look at me or look ahead. I'll be with you, okay?"

Yan Yuan's voice was deep and firm, carrying a reassuring power.

Looking into his serious eyes, Lin Jianwei's panic miraculously subsided.

She nodded shyly.

"Okay... I understand, Xiao Yan. In a little while... don't stray too far from me, I... I'm scared."

Yan Yuan was amused by her adorable reaction, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.

He leaned forward, squeezed her hand again, and then placed a soft kiss on her smooth forehead, whispering something.

"Okay, my Xiaolin."

Lin Jianwei's cheeks instantly flushed red, like a ripe apple.

She quickly lowered her head, silently encouraging herself: Lin Jianwei, you can do it! Don't embarrass Yan Yuan!

The car came to a smooth stop at the starting point of the red carpet.

Before the car door was even opened, the deafening sound of camera shutters and shouts could already be clearly heard outside.

"Are you ready?" Yan Yuan asked, his eyes filled with encouragement.

Lin Jianwei took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Yan Yuan first opened the car door and got out.

In an instant, like a drop of water thrown into a pot of boiling oil, he was engulfed by a huge roar and blinding flashes of light.

"Yan! Look this way!"

"Yan Shen, look this way!"

"Yan! Look at the camera!"

Reporters chanted his name frantically, and the sound of camera shutters clicking filled the air.

Yan Yuan wore a composed and appropriate smile, nodded slightly, and glanced at the camera, exuding the demeanor of a superstar in every gesture.

After getting out of the car, he did not immediately walk to the red carpet, but instead went around to the other side of the car.

He bent down slightly and personally opened the other car door.

A silver high heel studded with rhinestones gently stepped onto the red carpet, followed by another.

Yan Yuan reached out his hand, and Lin Jianwei took a deep breath and gently placed her hand in his palm.

He gently helped her out.

When Lin Jianwei stood completely on the red carpet, time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The two of them are so eye-catching.

Yan Yuan's midnight blue velvet suit shimmered with a deep luster under the lights. The tailoring perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, while a simple diamond brooch on his collar sparkled brilliantly.

Lin Jianwei, standing beside him, was like a goddess who had stepped out of the Milky Way.

She wore a champagne gold floor-length gown made of the finest silk and tulle, adorned with countless tiny crystals and pearls sewn on by hand, which refracted a myriad of starlight with each step she took.

The flowing strapless design showcases her beautiful shoulder and neck lines, while the open back is covered with tulle, making her sexy yet elegant.

Her long, black hair was styled in an updo, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck. She wore only a pair of simple diamond stud earrings, yet they were enough to light up the entire night sky.

Tonight, Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei attracted all the cameras in the room.

"Wow--!"

"My goodness! That lady is so beautiful!"

"Yan Zhen is so handsome, and his girlfriend is so beautiful!"

"Quick, take a picture! It's Yan and his girlfriend!"

"Is Yan's girlfriend a model?"

"Do you have any information about that lady? She has such a wonderful presence!"...

After a brief silence, there were even more frantic exclamations and the sound of camera shutters clicking.

The flashes from the cameras on both sides of the red carpet poured down like a galaxy, instantly enveloping the two of them.

Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, were like a perfect couple and instantly became the absolute focus of the entire event.

Yan Yuan turned slightly to the side, letting Lin Jianwei take his arm.

He felt the slight stiffness in her arm and whispered in her ear.

"Don't be nervous, Weiwei. Just follow me. You did a perfect job tonight."

Lin Jianwei looked up at Yan Yuan.

His eyes held undisguised admiration and encouragement.

Then, Lin Jianwei took a deep breath, straightened her back even more, and a slightly shy but incredibly charming smile bloomed on her face.

The moment the two smiled at each other was captured precisely by countless cameras, becoming the most dazzling moment on the red carpet.

Hand in hand, they walked calmly down the long red carpet amidst deafening cheers and the clicking of camera shutters.

Yan Yuan stopped frequently to pose for photos with the reporters, always keeping Lin Jianwei by his side.

Lin Jianwei gradually relaxed, displaying a graceful demeanor. Occasionally, she would look at the camera at Yan Yuan's prompting, her elegant temperament radiating from within was in no way inferior to any celebrity or model.

……

The two entered the magnificent main hall of the Grand Palais in Paris, where the noise subsided slightly.

Beneath the dazzling crystal chandelier, elegantly dressed women mingled, and glasses clinked in celebration.

The world's top football stars, legends, and celebrities gathered together.

Yan Yuan led Lin Jianwei to their seats.

The venue arranged an excellent seat for Yan Yuan, near the front row.

He first helped Lin Jianwei sit down on the soft chair, his movements gentlemanly and considerate.

"Are you tired, Xiaolin?" He bent down, leaned close to her ear, and spoke in a deep, gentle voice, with a hint of barely perceptible smugness.

"You were better than everyone else on the red carpet, you were perfect." He praised her generously, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

Lin Jianwei's cheeks flushed from his praise, but her heart was filled with sweetness, as if she had drunk honey.

She looked up at his handsome face, which was so close to hers, and whispered.

"Really?... I'm glad I didn't embarrass you." She paused, her voice even softer. "You looked... really handsome tonight, so very handsome..."

Yan Yuan chuckled softly, his eyes filled with doting affection.

"You take care of being beautiful, and I'll take care of being handsome," he said, gently squeezing her hand.

"Weiwei, I'll go over there and say hello to some seniors and friends. I'll be back to you soon, okay?" Yan Yuan said, pointing to the area where the stars were gathered on the other side.

Lin Jianwei nodded, though she was a little reluctant, she still obediently said so.

"Okay... Go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back."

"Okay," Yan Yuan replied.

Then, he took Lin Jianwei's hand, which was resting on her knee, lowered his head, and placed an elegant, aristocratic kiss on the back of her fair hand.

This hand-kissing gesture was just as standard as the one given to Queen Elizabeth.

Seeing Yan Yuan's hand-kissing gesture, Lin Jianwei's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks turned so red they almost bled.

"Wait for me to come back."

Yan Yuan spoke gently to her, then looked at her intently before turning and walking towards the crowd not far away.

……

Not far away, a group of star athletes were chatting and laughing. Yan Yuan walked towards them.

Cristiano Ronaldo, Modric, Mbappe, De Bruyne...

These are all strong contenders for this year's Ballon d'Or and the most dazzling stars in football today.

"Cristiano! Luca! Kylian! Kevin! Good evening!" Yan Yuan smiled and stepped forward, extending his hand humbly and politely.

"Hey Yan, you look so handsome tonight." Cristiano Ronaldo patted Yan Yuan on the shoulder with a smile.

"Yan, you did a great job. I look forward to your future." Modric smiled gently; the Ballon d'Or winner is always humble.

"Yan, congratulations on receiving the invitation, it's well-deserved." De Bruyne nodded in greeting.

The atmosphere among the top stars was harmonious as they exchanged updates and opinions on the awards.

Yan Yuan spoke eloquently and respectfully, expressing both his respect for his seniors and his confidence and insights, making everyone present feel very comfortable.

Then, he saw Mbappe.

This is Paris Saint-Germain's star player.

Yan Yuan and Mbappe are both Rookie of the Year this season, and their every move is closely watched.

Not to mention, Yan Yuan came from the Paris Saint-Germain youth academy and gets along well with Mbappe; they have some common topics.

"Kilian, you look great tonight," Yan Yuan said, stepping forward to bump fists with Mbappe and greeting him in French.

"Yan, you looked great tonight too, congratulations!" Mbappe replied with a bright smile, also in French, "You played really well for Arsenal, that header was amazing!"

"Hahaha, you're too kind. Your performance in Ligue 1 was truly dominant." Yan Yuan exclaimed sincerely, "Paris is on fire right now. With you up front, you're a nightmare for the opponents."

"Haha, thank you," Mbappe said, clearly pleased. "By the way, Director Antero mentioned you the other day, saying you left a very good impression on everyone."

"Really? Then please give my regards to Director Antero and thank him for his help back then," Yan Yuan said with a smile.

Mbappe's interaction level increased by 2%.

Yan Yuan meant what he said.

Although it was Antero who removed him from the list back then, he was just doing his job and had no ill intentions.

Moreover, Yan Yuan did learn a lot during his two years in Paris, and he was truly grateful to Paris Saint-Germain for their training.

But now, he and Mbappe both have their own goals. They are striving for their own ideals and pursuing their own interests, which is fine.

Yan Yuan exchanged pleasantries with each of the star players, displaying a respectful yet assertive attitude and speaking appropriately. This demonstrated both his respect for the players and his own confidence.

His high emotional intelligence and proper demeanor have earned him the favor of these top stars.

Then Yan Yuan walked toward another group of people, most of whom were South Americans, including Messi and Neymar.

"Leo! Neymar! Good evening!" Yan Yuan greeted them in return.

"Good evening, Yan." Messi smiled and shook hands with him, the football legend's gaze calm and profound. "Congratulations."

"Thank you, Mr. Leo."

"Hey! Yan! Amigos! It's great to finally meet you! I've heard Kylian mention you so many times." Neymar gave him a warm hug, with the characteristic enthusiasm and exuberance of a Brazilian.

"I've watched a lot of your games at Arsenal, they were so cool! I especially loved your backflip shot, we definitely need to have a go at it sometime!"

"Haha, it's an honor, Neymar. Your rainbow flick is always so amazing. I hope to have the opportunity to play against you." Yan Yuan replied with a smile. Although he and Neymar have never played against each other in an official match, they have long admired each other and respect each other.

Neymar's interaction rate +2%

……

Meanwhile, in a detached villa in Xiaoshan District, Hangzhou, China.

In the stillness of the night, only the study light remained on.

Professor Lin of Zhejiang University—Lin Jianwei's father.

Professor Lin is also a long-time Chelsea fan.

Tonight, he's staying up late with a strong cup of tea in his hand, intently watching the live broadcast of the Golden Globe Awards ceremony on his computer screen.

His wife's voice came from the bedroom.

"Old Lin! Aren't you asleep yet? What time is it?!"

"Oh, I'll watch it before I sleep! I'll watch it before I sleep!" Professor Lin waved his hand without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"The Golden Globe results aren't out yet! I can't sleep soundly until I see the results! You go to sleep first!"

Professor Lin took a sip of tea, smacked his lips, and muttered to himself.

"Tsk tsk, I think the era of Messi and Ronaldo is really coming to an end this year. I don't think they will be the winners this year. Based on Modric's performance, the Ballon d'Or might be a surprise this year."

The live stream switched to a different screen, and the guests began to take their seats.

Professor Lin squinted as he watched the star athletes walk by.

Suddenly, the camera panned to a spot in the front row and froze for a few seconds.

"Huh?" Professor Lin leaned forward abruptly, getting closer to the screen. "Yan Yuan... and that girl next to him..."

He saw Lin Jianwei sitting next to Yan Yuan.

In the shot, Lin Jianwei, dressed in a gorgeous gown, exudes an outstanding aura. She is slightly tilting her head and talking to Yan Yuan, with a faint smile on her face.

Professor Lin rubbed his eyes, leaned closer, and frowned.

"How strange... this girl... why does she look so familiar? She looks... like my Weiwei!"

He muttered to himself, then shook his head violently, repeating the same thing over and over.

"Impossible, impossible, I must have stayed up too late and my eyes are playing tricks on me. Weiwei is in London right now, and like her mother, she has absolutely no interest in football. How could she possibly be at the Ballon d'Or ceremony? And sitting next to that Yan Yuan kid? Hmm... I must be mistaken..."

Professor Lin usually only watches the games and doesn't pay much attention to the players' gossip.

Although some news about Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei had already spread, Old Lin didn't pay any attention to it.

Lin Jianwei also wanted to give her family a surprise. She only told her mother that she was in a relationship, but did not reveal any specific information about Yan Yuan.

She planned to go home and tell her parents after the season ended.

Furthermore, if Yan Yuan has time after the season ends, she plans to take him back to China to meet her parents.

The live stream camera focused on Yan Yuan again. Professor Lin took a big gulp of tea, then looked at Yan Yuan on the screen and said...

"That brat Yan Yuan... Hmph!"

When Yan Yuan is mentioned, Professor Lin, a Chelsea fan, has mixed feelings.

"This kid plays football really well, and he's good-looking too... But it's him! It's his Arsenal team that beat my team Chelsea 4-0 last month!"

"I'm so angry! That kid...sigh...why can't Chelsea live up to expectations? If only he had transferred to Chelsea back then..."

Although he said he hated it, Professor Lin's eyes couldn't help but glance at the handsome young man on the screen.

And the girl beside him with an outstanding temperament who seemed strangely familiar to him.

"Why does this girl look more and more like my daughter? It must just be because she looks alike... um..."

In the end, Professor Lin put his doubts aside and continued to focus intently on the live broadcast, waiting for the final result to be revealed.

At this moment, Chelsea fan Professor Lin was completely unaware.

Yan Yuan, the Arsenal key player he "hated".

Not only did they beat his beloved team 4-0.

And he even kidnapped his daughter.