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

Lin Jianwei drove smoothly into a high-end villa area with lush greenery in Xiaoshan District, Hangzhou.

Finally, we stopped in front of a three-story villa with a charming courtyard and an elegant exterior.

The atmosphere inside the car was a little tense.

Yan Yuan took a deep breath; he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"We're here." Lin Jianwei turned off the engine, turned to look at Yan Yuan in the passenger seat, and kissed his forehead.

"Don't be nervous, sweetie, my mom is a really nice person, she's very kind."

Yan Yuan smiled; he wasn't actually as nervous as he would be in a major tournament.

But this emotional "meeting with the parents" definitely made his heart race more than when facing any of the backcourt players.

"With you here, I'm not nervous." He squeezed Lin Jianwei's hand.

The two got off the car.

Yan Yuan took a suitcase from the trunk, which contained his personal belongings and a carefully prepared gift.

Lin Jianwei took a deep breath, took Yan Yuan's arm, and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened quickly.

A gentle-looking middle-aged woman in a well-fitting apron appeared at the door, her face showing an eager and curious smile; it was Lin Ma.

"Mom!" Lin Jian called out with a smile, then gently pulled Yan Yuan forward a little. "This is my boyfriend, Yan Yuan. He's back from England. What do you think? I wasn't lying, was I? Isn't he incredibly handsome?"

Lin Ma's gaze instantly focused on Yan Yuan, quickly looking him up and down, her surprise and satisfaction almost overflowing.

She's not a football fan and doesn't care about the Premier League or the Champions League.

But she is a professor who teaches art history, so her aesthetic sense is absolutely top-notch, even somewhat demanding.

Even with such high standards, he was still very satisfied with the young man in front of him.

Looking at Yan Yuan in front of her, Lin Ma was tall and had long legs. She estimated that he was almost 1.9 meters tall. He had a straight and upright posture with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

He was dressed in a simple yet clearly high-quality casual outfit. He had a handsome face, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge, which combined to give him an inexplicable star quality.

Lin's mother finally understood why her daughter didn't like the boys she introduced to Old Lin.

Putting aside family background, just in terms of appearance alone, she and all the other "young talents" that Lao Lin had his eye on couldn't compare to the one in front of her.

"Oh, welcome, welcome! Young Yan, you've only just returned from abroad, have you? Please come in, please come in!" Lin's mother beamed instantly, quickly stepping aside to let him in, even managing a few words in English.

"Weiwei, you've kept this a secret! You only told me you were back from England, but you never told me... you're such a handsome young man! Your height, your looks, wow, you're much better than those celebrities on TV!"

As Lin's mother spoke, she couldn't help but glance at Yan Yuan a few more times, her heart filled with joy.

My initial worries about my daughter finding a "British returnee" who might be an unkempt STEM guy or an arrogant overseas student vanished instantly.

Yan Yuan made an absolute perfect first impression on Lin Ma.

Yan Yuan felt a little embarrassed by Lin's mother's enthusiastic praise, so he bowed slightly and greeted her politely.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Yan Yuan. I apologize for bothering you."

His fluent and standard Chinese further increased Lin's mother's goodwill towards him.

"No problem, no problem! Weiwei's dad and I have been looking forward to your visit every day!" Lin's mother said with a smile.

As they were talking, Yan Yuan was about to take out the gift box.

"Oh dear, child, you've come all this way, why bring anything? It's too formal!"

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. I hope Auntie likes it." Yan Yuan smiled and took out a dark blue velvet jewelry box from the gift bag, handing it over with both hands.

Lin's mother took the box, saying, "Oh dear, this is too much money," but she couldn't help but curiously open it.

Her breath hitched slightly the moment the box was opened.

A jade bracelet lay quietly inside.

The bracelet is lustrous and smooth all over, with a uniform color and a texture so fine that almost no structure is visible. It is like solidified ice crystals, yet it exudes a warm and soft luster, making it a top-quality icy jadeite.

With her knowledge and aesthetic sense as an aesthetics professor, Lin Ma could tell at a glance that this was definitely not something you could buy in an ordinary shopping mall.

The water, the color, the flawless purity...

Its value is at least equivalent to about half a year's salary for her.

"This...this is too expensive!" Lin's mother instinctively tried to refuse, her voice trembling slightly.

Although she and Lao Lin lived a comfortable life and were doing quite well, it wasn't like they would buy themselves such expensive things without batting an eye.

"Mom, please accept this small token of Yan Yuan's appreciation!" Lin Jianwei quickly stepped forward and took her mother's arm, pleading sweetly.

"He picked it out of the blue, thinking it perfectly suits your style! Right, Yan Yuan?" She subtly winked at Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan nodded, his tone sincere.

"Auntie, this is just a small gift to mark our meeting. I hope you like it. The value of this gift lies in how it looks on you, nothing more."

Lin's mother looked at her daughter, then at the young man in front of her with clear eyes and proper manners, and then at the breathtakingly beautiful bracelet in her hand.

The last thought of refusing was overwhelmed by immense joy and satisfaction.

She carefully put the bracelet on her wrist; the cool touch quickly turned warm, and the emerald green color made her skin appear even whiter.

"It's beautiful, so beautiful... Thank you, Xiao Yan, Auntie loves it so much!" She raised her wrist, looking at it from left to right, beaming from ear to ear. "Oh! Right! Lao Lin hasn't come back yet! On such an important day, he still went to play that sweaty pickup game! I'll call him right now and urge him to come back!"

As she muttered to herself, she quickly ushered Yan Yuan into the living room and made him sit down, pouring tea and fetching fruit, keeping herself very busy.

Yan Yuan also took out the other gifts and put them away.

While Yan Yuan was looking at the living room layout.

Lin Jianwei secretly gave him a "done" victory sign.

Yan Yuan also returned an OK gesture.

Lin's mother went to the side to call her husband, her tone instantly changing from gentle to "gritting her teeth".

"Old Lin! What time is it? You're still playing football! What are you doing?! Weiwei's boyfriend is already home! ...What?? You're about to score your second goal?? ...Eight goals are no good! Go home now!"

Let me tell you, that kid is absolutely amazing! He's handsome, tall, and good-looking—a million times better than the ones we've got our eyes on!

"Hey, stop asking so many questions! Get back here right now! ...Hurry up! Don't keep the kids waiting! Honestly, how old are you, and you have no manners at all..."

Lin's mother hung up the phone with a complaint, then instantly switched back to her enthusiastic mode.

"Xiao Yan, please sit down, have some fruit, and chat with Weiwei for a while. Auntie will go check on the dishes in the kitchen; they'll be ready soon!"

"Auntie, you're busy, no need to bother me." Yan Yuan quickly stood up.

Lin's mother smiled and waved her hand, then tied her apron and went back to the kitchen.

Lin Jianwei sat down with Yan Yuan on the living room sofa and chuckled softly.

"See? My mom is the easiest person to get past."

"Weiwei, getting past your mom is easy, but I'm about to meet your dad, and I'm still... a little nervous."

Those two Chelsea jerseys gave Yan Yuan some confidence, but not enough.

"It's okay, I'm here. Don't worry, sweetie."

……

About half an hour later, the sound of keys rattling and a loud, slightly complaining muttering came from outside the door.

"Hurry, hurry, all you know is to rush! We're at the crucial moment... I want to see what kind of celestial being has descended to earth to make you rush back like this..." Before the words were finished, the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man wearing a jersey, covered in sweat, slightly overweight but energetic, walked in. It was Lin Jianwei's father.

When he got home, he didn't look at the living room, but instead bent down to change his shoes, muttering to himself.

"Where is that kid? Let me see who kidnapped my daughter..." He looked up, his gaze casually sweeping across the living room sofa.

The next second, all of Lao Lin's grumbling and complaints came to an abrupt halt.

Old Lin was frozen in place as if he had been frozen in place, his eyes widening suddenly and his mouth opening involuntarily, wide enough to fit an egg.

Yan Yuan had already stood up.

Old Lin's gaze was fixed on the young man who stood up from the sofa.

This face... he knew this face all too well!

He saw that face countless times on television and on his phone screen over the past season.

Watching him tear apart the opponent's defense time and time again, and how he repeatedly breached the goal.

This includes his beloved Chelsea! Four times!

On one occasion, they were even defeated 4-0.

Mr. Lin even rubbed his eyes hard in disbelief before looking again.

That's right! It's that face!

It's more 3D and clearer than what you see on TV.

Arsenal captain Yan Yuan was actually standing alive in his living room!

"Hello, Uncle, I am..." Yan Yuangang began, preparing to introduce himself.

Lin's father abruptly interrupted him, his voice trembling with shock.

He practically circled Yan Yuan, staring intently at him as if appraising a rare treasure, rattling off a string of words:

"Yan Yuan?! Arsenal's captain Yan Yuan?! The Premier League record of 49 goals! The one who scored twice in the Champions League final! The Yan Yuan who swept the quadruple this year?! The one who won the Golden Boot three times in 2018 and set a Premier League transfer record?!!"

Yan Yuan was taken aback by the rapid-fire, information-packed "introduction," then chuckled and nodded.

"Hehe... It's me, Uncle. Hello, I'm Yan Yuan, Weiwei's boyfriend."

"Boy...boyfriend?!" Lin's father's voice suddenly rose an octave, and he abruptly turned to look at his daughter, who was trying not to laugh.

"Weiwei! You mean... your boyfriend is... is this guy?! Why didn't you say so sooner?! This... this..." He was so excited that he was a little incoherent, and then turned back to stare at Yan Yuan.

Old Lin suddenly felt that reality was a bit absurd.

Lin Jianwei suppressed a laugh and blinked innocently.

"Dad... I didn't lie to you... I told you he came back from England... You just didn't think of that."

Lin Jian said with a smile.

"You silly child!! How could I dare to think of that! I could never have imagined that your boyfriend could be Yan Yuan!" Lin's father felt like his brain was about to explode.

His number one rival of Chelsea, and the Arsenal captain he's been nagging about all season.

He suddenly became his daughter's boyfriend.

And at this moment, she was standing in his living room, politely calling him "uncle."

The feeling of this dimensional barrier breaking down is just too intense.

Immediately afterwards, this veteran Chelsea fan's "professional habit" kicked in.

He started circling around Yan Yuan, just like he was looking at artifacts in a museum.

Not only did he look, but he also subconsciously reached out and pinched Yan Yuan's firm and full biceps, then patted his broad and solid shoulders, while making a sound of amazement.

"Wow...tsk tsk...that physique! Those muscles! No wonder...no wonder you could tear our Chelsea defense apart...a quadra kill! You're something else, you're really something!"

"Dad!" Lin Jianwei blushed and quickly stepped forward to pull her father away.

"What...what are you doing! How can you do this! My boyfriend just arrived at our house, and you...you..."

Lin Jianwei felt so embarrassed that she could dig her toes out of a three-bedroom apartment.

Yan Yuan didn't care at all; instead, he was amused by Lin's father's straightforward and adorable reaction as a fan.

He secretly gave Lin Jianwei a "It's okay, don't worry" look, and then smiled at Lin's father.

"Uncle, Chelsea is actually very strong. All four games against Chelsea this season were very difficult; we were just lucky..."

"Okay, okay! Stop! Stop!" Lin's father raised his hand, his face showing an "I understand" expression.

"Don't give me those official platitudes! A loss is a loss, and we Chelsea fans can afford to lose! It's not like we've never lost before!"

Being swept four times by a player of your caliber isn't too shameful... Fine, I admit defeat.

He looked Yan Yuan up and down again, and finally seemed to accept this unbelievable fact. He let out a heavy breath and a complex yet somewhat excited smile appeared on his face.

"Kid, I'm not kidding, but you're pretty good! You beat Chelsea 4-0 on the field, and off the field... you actually managed to steal my precious daughter away!"

If you calculate it that way, you've double-killed me, Old Lin!

Upon hearing this, Yan Yuan immediately tensed up.

Double kills on the future father-in-law, this is outrageous!

"Um...that...Uncle, that's not what I meant..."

Lin's father waved his hand, suddenly perked up, and a sly smile, as if he were seeking revenge, appeared on his face.

"What do you mean by not that? Since you've 'killed' Chelsea four times on the pitch this season."

"So today, at my house, I, Old Lin, as a loyal Chelsea fan, represent Chelsea and I absolutely have to 'single-hand' you this time! How about it, have a drink with your uncle tonight? Red and white, both available, dare to accept the challenge?"

Yan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief; so it was just drinking.

He laughed heartily and accepted the challenge without hesitation.

"No problem, Uncle, I can hold my liquor pretty well, you decide."

"Good! Great job! He's a good lad!" Lin's father patted Yan Yuan hard on the back.

The feel of Yan Yuan's back muscles was so solid that it made him secretly gasp.

Old Lin shouted,

"Honey! Get out my treasured bottle of Moutai! I'm going to have a couple of drinks with our Arsenal captain today!"

He turned to Lin Jianwei and said.

"Weiwei, go, go, go to the kitchen and help your mom with the cooking, and make a few more snacks to go with the drinks! I need to have a good chat with Xiao Yan!"

Lin Jianwei watched her father, who was rubbing his hands together as if he were about to have a showdown of the century.

Seeing Yan Yuan's calm and confident demeanor, nodding to her with a smile to reassure her, she could only shake her head helplessly and amusedly, then turned and went to the kitchen.

A unique "father-in-law and son-in-law dinner party" is about to unfold in this dramatic atmosphere.