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

After the Champions League quarter-finals concluded.

Arsenal cruised to a comfortable 3-1 victory over Leicester City at home, continuing their impressive run up the league table.

Yan Yuan contributed another shot, making it another perfect weekend for Arsenal fans to enjoy victory and look forward to the future.

After the match, Yan Yuan drove his Mercedes back to his villa in North London.

As I pushed open the door, the low hum of the washing machine drum turning could be heard from inside.

Yan Yuan changed into slippers and followed the sound.

Sure enough, he saw that familiar figure at the entrance of the laundry room.

Lin Jianwei was facing away from him, bending over, intently taking the washed clothes out of the washing machine and sorting them into the drying basket next to her.

She wore a comfortable knitted dress, her long hair casually tied back, revealing her beautifully shaped, fair neck.

A few strands of hair fell down, swaying gently with her movements.

There was also a basket next to it, in which some clean clothes were already folded; those were Yan Yuan's everyday clothes.

On the coffee table in the living room, Lin Jianwei's laptop screen was lit up, and next to it was a cup of tea that was half-finished.

Yan Yuan leaned against the door frame and quietly watched her for a few seconds.

"No, she's too beautiful, I have to tease her."

Yan Yuan walked over quietly, gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and brushed his nose against the skin behind her ear, deliberately acting coquettishly.

"Sister, I'm back."

Lin Jianwei was startled by the sudden hug and trembled slightly, but then relaxed and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

She didn't stop folding Yan Yuan's T-shirt, her tone gentle but with a hint of reproach.

"You smell like sweat, you're filthy, go take a shower..."

"I don't want to move," Yan Yuan hugged her tighter, continuing to linger with her, deliberately rubbing his body, which was covered in grass clippings and sweat, against her.

"How about... you help me wash it, sister?"

Lin Jianwei's cheeks flushed instantly, and her ears burned.

She nudged him gently with her elbow, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

"Dream on! Go wash yourself!"

Yan Yuan chuckled softly; he enjoyed seeing her shy yet helpless expression.

He let go of her hand, but still lingered, tilting his head to look at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Then... sister, teach me how to wash? I'm clumsy, I don't know how to take a bath."

"Yan Yuan!" Lin Jianwei finally couldn't help but turn around, her face flushed as she glared at him. Her clear eyes were brimming with tears, a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

"If you don't go now, you'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight!"

"Alright, alright, I'll go, I'll go." Yan Yuan knew when to stop, laughing and raising his hands in surrender.

Taking advantage of her inattention, he quickly kissed her smooth forehead before turning around and heading towards the bathroom, satisfied.

Like most boys, Yan Yuan was also very efficient at taking a shower.

Less than ten minutes later, he emerged, his body steaming with the faint scent of pine from his shower gel, wearing only a white towel casually wrapped around his waist.

As he dried his wet hair with a towel, he naturally walked towards the living room, wanting to see what Lin Jianwei was busy with.

As Lin Jianwei walked over to the coffee table, his laptop had just entered screensaver mode due to prolonged inactivity.

Yan Yuan casually reached out and touched the touchpad, and the screen instantly lit up, displaying the previous email interface.

In that instant, the preview title of a new email jumped into his view without warning:

From: Goldman Sachs, London

Title: Congratulations to analyst Lin Jianwei and his team on the successful completion of the "Ruishi Technology" IPO project.

Yan Yuan's movements stopped instantly, his hand wiping his hair froze in mid-air.

The IPO was successful?

Although Yan Yuan wasn't involved in the financial industry, he still had this common sense.

He knew what the three letters "IPO" meant to an analyst.

It means countless sleepless nights, extremely tedious and complicated processes, immense pressure, and the supreme glory of the final moment of success.

This is definitely an important milestone in the career of a financial professional, especially a young person like Lin Jianwei who hasn't been in the industry for very long.

Yan Yuan recalled the recent period of time.

After returning home, Lin Jianwei often worked on his computer until late at night, and sometimes the study light was still on even after he had gone to bed.

She would occasionally rub her temples and mutter a complaint, "The project is so complicated," but she never went into detail about the hardships involved.

Lin Jianwei always quietly helped Yan Yuan, managing his life in an orderly manner, comforting him when he was down, and congratulating him when he succeeded.

However, she carefully kept the pressure and achievements of her own work out of their lives.

Thinking of this, Yan Yuan's gaze softened considerably.

He had absolutely no intention of opening the email to see the details; that was Lin Jianwei's privacy and work.

But he instantly understood everything.

This success is no less significant than winning a crucial match, and perhaps even more so.

Because that was Lin Jianwei's glorious victory achieved through wisdom and hard work on another equally cruel and top-notch battlefield.

Lin Jianwei didn't mention it at all.

Yan Yuan looked away from the screen.

I looked at the slender figure in the laundry room who was tiptoeing to hang his jersey on the high clothes rack.

A strong urge to do something for Lin Jianwei arose within him.

In Yan Yuan's mind, a meticulously planned celebration was rapidly taking shape.

……

The next day was Yan Yuan's day off.

But today is still Lin Jianwei's workday.

She got up early in the morning. After preparing breakfast for Yan Yuan, she hurriedly went out to the company to finish up the project.

Yan Yuan was left alone at home.

As soon as Lin Jianwei left home, Yan Yuan quickly got up, washed up, ate breakfast, and prepared for the day's events.

He remembers it very clearly.

A few months ago, they were passing by a quiet street in the Mayfair district.

Lin Jianwei once pointed to the restaurant "Le Gavroche," which had an understated bronze signboard and dark glass windows, and whispered:

"I've heard that the steaks and desserts there are amazing, and the ambiance is very private, but it seems like you have to make a reservation well in advance."

However, they were quite busy at the time.

Yan Yuan is busy with the competition schedule, and Lin Jianwei is busy with work.

The matter was thus shelved.

Today, Yan Yuan immediately dialed the restaurant's reservation number.

With his current fame in London and his status as a key player for Arsenal, plus a bit of luck, he successfully booked the best seat of the night, a corner seat in the restaurant that offered both privacy and a good view.

Next, he contacted his personal stylist and jewelry consultant.

In the afternoon, he went to Harold in person without alerting anyone, and carefully selected a gift, accompanied by his advisor.

A Patek Philippe ladies' complicated watch, with an elegant and exquisite design, is both luxurious and matches Lin Jianwei's professional and unassuming temperament.

On the back of the watch case, he had a small Chinese blessing carefully engraved by a craftsman:

To my radiant love: May we celebrate every victory together every day from now on. Yours truly, Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan also carefully discussed the menu with the restaurant manager in advance, based on Lin Jianwei's usual taste preferences.

She specifically requested that the dessert be low in sugar and prepared a bottle of excellent Burgundy white wine, which she occasionally enjoys.

Everything is ready.

When Yan Yuan returned home, he changed into a tailor-made dark blue suit, and the buttons of his white shirt were neatly fastened to the collar. His hair was also carefully styled.

He appeared handsome and upright, having shed the fierce aura he displayed on the court, exuding a refined and gentlemanly demeanor.

At 5 p.m., Lin Jianwei used her key to open the door to her home.

A busy day had left her slightly tired. As she bent down to change her shoes, she unconsciously murmured to herself.

"I'm back, the project finally..."

Before she could finish speaking, she looked up and froze instantly.

Yan Yuan was standing in the center of the living room, dressed in a sharp suit, tall and slender, with a gentle and expectant smile on his face, quietly watching her.

"You..." Lin Jianwei blinked, looking completely taken aback.

"Isn't today your day off? Why are you dressed like this? Do you have a business event tonight?"

Lin Jianwei didn't think about it at all.

Yan Yuan stepped forward, gently took her hand, gazed at her with deep and focused eyes, and spoke in a low and gentle voice.

"An event? Yes, it is. A very important celebration."

"Celebrate?" Lin Jianwei was even more confused. "Um...did you win another award? I didn't see the news. Do you need me to go with you...?"

"No, Weiwei," Yan Yuan shook his head with a smile, his tone solemn.

"This is not my celebration, it is our celebration, or more precisely, it is a celebration of your victory day."

"My...Victory Day?" Lin Jianwei's heart skipped a beat, as if he had a premonition of something, and his eyes flickered.

"Yes, it's your first successful IPO day." Yan Yuan said softly, his tone filled with immense pride and affirmation. "Weiwei, congratulations. I know what this means to you, and I know how much you've sacrificed for it."

Lin Jianwei froze instantly, her eyes widening slightly, her face filled with disbelief.

"How...how did you know? I..."

She instinctively wanted to deny it, to explain that she hadn't intentionally hidden it.

"I accidentally saw an email notification on your computer yesterday, but I only saw the title," Yan Yuan explained sincerely. "I didn't click on it to read anything. I just... I just suddenly realized how hard you've been working lately, and how amazing you are, Weiwei. It's incredible, truly incredible."

Yan Yuan gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumb lightly stroking her cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness and admiration.

"For my sake, you learned everything about football, stayed up all night watching matches, took care of all the chores in my life, and looked after me."

But you never bring your stress or achievements home to share. I know you're afraid of affecting me.

But Weiwei, between us, there's no "your business" and "my business," only "our business." Your victory is also my pride! Today is my day off, but it's also your first victory day, and we must celebrate it properly.

These words, though spoken softly, precisely touched the softest and most taut string in Lin Jianwei's heart.

In daily life, Lin Jianwei always tries her best to play the role of a mature, sensible, and trouble-free "older sister," carefully protecting his focus and dealing with the pressure of work on her own.

She never imagined that he would be so thoughtful and caring, and that he would celebrate a work achievement that she originally thought was "insignificant" with such a romantic sense of ritual.

Tears welled up without warning.

Lin Jianwei wasn't feeling wronged; rather, she was struck by an immense and unprecedented sense of happiness.

She suddenly threw herself into Yan Yuan's arms, hugged his waist tightly, buried her face deep in his suit jacket, her shoulders trembling slightly, and her voice choked with sobs, making her speech incoherent.

"Waaah... Yan Yuan... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to not tell you... I just felt... you're already so tired and busy with the competition... my little thing... isn't worth distracting you... Waaah..."

At this moment, the older sister who was three years older than Yan Yuan and was usually gentle, tolerant, calm, and composed disappeared.

She has become a younger sister who needs hugs, comfort, recognition, and pampering.

Yan Yuan's heart is incredibly soft.

He hugged her tightly, gently patting her back with one hand and tenderly stroking her hair with the other.

"Weiwei... there's no such thing as worth it or not, everything about you is worth it. No matter what happens in the future, whether it's my football career or yours, I hope we can share it all. I'm willing and I thoroughly enjoy it all."

Yan Yuan lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

"Okay, stop crying, you won't look pretty if you keep crying. Go change your clothes, I've made a reservation at 'Le Gavroche,' the one you said you wanted to try last time, we need to go."

Lin Jianwei lifted her head from his embrace, looking at him with teary eyes. Her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, like a wronged little rabbit, making her look pitiful.

She nodded vigorously, her tears turning into a smile: "Yes!"

……

At night, the "Le Gavroche" restaurant is softly lit, creating an elegant and private atmosphere.

The melodious classical music flowed gently through the air.

Yan Yuan's reserved location was fantastic, offering a stunning view of London at night.

The waiters were professional and attentive, serving one dish after another, each one a work of art, and the taste impeccable.

The Wellington steak had a crispy exterior and tender, juicy filet mignon inside, perfectly matching Lin Jianwei's expectations from her memories.

Throughout the dinner, Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei shared stories from their lives.

Lin Jianwei talked to Yan Yuan about the difficulties she occasionally encountered in handling projects, and how she solved them through hard work.

Yan Yuan also shared some interesting stories about the team with her, as well as anecdotes from the games, and asked her if there were any fun things happening at work.

When the final dessert, a reduced-sugar version of the signature soufflé, was served.

Yan Yuan took out the prepared dark blue Patek Philippe watch box from the inside pocket of his suit and gently pushed it in front of her.

"Here's a little gift for you. Open it and take a look."

Lin Jianwei glanced at him in surprise and carefully opened the box.

The dazzling diamonds and exquisite dial shimmered with a warm glow under the light, and the understated yet luxurious design instantly captured her heart.

When she saw the inscription on the back of the watch, her eyes welled up with tears again.

"This... Yan Yuan... this is too precious..." she whispered, her fingers stroking the watch case with care.

"It's not even a fraction as precious as you." Yan Yuan held her hand and personally put the watch on her wrist; the size was just right.

"Every time you look at the time from now on, remember how amazing you are and how proud I am of you."

Lin Jianwei looked at the watch on her wrist, then looked up at the handsome, successful young man in front of her who was incredibly considerate and attentive to her.

My heart is filled with boundless love and emotion.

She grasped his hand in return, and all her unspoken words were ultimately reduced to a single sentence.

"Thank you, Yan Yuan... thank you for everything you've done... I..."

Just as Lin Jianwei was about to continue speaking, Yan Yuan gently took her hand and said...

"You're not allowed to say thank you."

After dinner, the two did not go home immediately, but instead held hands and strolled slowly home along the quiet streets of Mayfair.

The London night breeze was cool, but their palms were warm, and their hearts were filled with happiness.

This was a night completely different from the passionate atmosphere on the green field.

There were no thunderous roars, no extreme sprints, only soft lighting, delicious food, affectionate gazes, and silent love that spoke volumes.

On this special "Victory Day" for Lin Jianwei, Yan Yuan used his thoughtfulness, romance, and love to make Lin Jianwei truly feel:

He cared deeply about her world; he was incredibly proud of her achievements; everything about her was intimately connected to him.

This is Lin Jianwei's victory day, and also Yan Yuan's victory day.