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

As night deepened, the whole family finished their dinner.

Yan Yuan was also a little tired.

He just played a match yesterday, traveled back and forth several times, and drank quite a bit today, so he's really not up to the task.

Lin Jianwei had already tidied up Yan Yuan's bedroom.

She looked at Yan Yuan's sleeping profile on the bed, gently kissed him, and then left with peace of mind.

She had planned to make a big splash tonight; she had even bought the battle outfit. But things didn't go as planned.

The two young people will have to wait until next time.

The lights in the master bedroom on the second floor were still on.

After taking a shower, Lin's father came out wearing his pajamas, drying his hair, with a slightly flushed face and a satisfied smile on his face.

We drank to our hearts' content today, and had an even more enjoyable conversation.

Lin's mother had already finished washing up and was leaning against the headboard, admiring the icy jade bracelet on her wrist under the soft light of the lamp. Its lustrous sheen appeared even more translucent and captivating under the lamplight.

When she saw her husband come in, she smiled, but there was still some doubt in her eyes.

Lin's mother lowered her wrist and asked with a smile.

"Looks like you had a good time tonight?"

"Happy! Of course I'm happy!" Mr. Lin tossed the towel aside, lay comfortably on the bed, and let out a long sigh.

"This kid is really good! He plays football well, and he's also straightforward and easygoing. He'll drink with this old man like me, and he's a true football player."

The key is, he really understands football! You didn't hear him analyze the problems with Chelsea's midfielders; his analysis was spot-on! Much better than those TV commentators!

Seeing her husband's excited expression, Lin's mother couldn't help but smile, but hesitated for a moment.

I still brought up the concerns that arose during dinner today.

"Old Lin, I really liked Xiao Yan the moment I saw him. His looks, height, temperament, and manners are all impeccable. He's also very good to Jianwei; you can't lie by the way they look at each other. This gift..." She touched the bracelet again.

"I genuinely like it from the bottom of my heart."

She paused, her tone becoming hesitant and worried:

"But... I'm still a little uneasy. You know, Xiao Yan is a soccer player... this... this profession doesn't sound very stable, does it? Athletes have short careers, how many years can they play?"

Besides, how old is Xiao Yan? Only 19? He bought such an expensive bracelet? Did he... how did he get this money... legitimately? Could it be that this kid borrowed money or even took out a loan to buy it just to save face?

As Lin's mother spoke, she became increasingly worried, her brows furrowing.

"Old Lin, it's not that I'm after Xiao Yan's gift. I'm just worried... worried that this kid is not steady and spends money recklessly without any plan."

What I'm even more worried about is that if his football career doesn't work out in the future and he can't make money, will we, Jianwei, suffer if we stay with him?

"At that point, let alone helping Weiwei, they might even have to rely on us... As her mother, I have to think about this a lot."

At first, Lin's father listened with a smile, but as he listened, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The more she laughed, the harder she got, until she was practically pounding the blankets on the bed laughing.

"Haha ...

Lin's father heard the funniest joke of the year.

"Hey! What are you laughing at! I'm being serious!" Lin's mother was a little embarrassed and angry at being laughed at, and pushed her husband.

"Oh dear, my professor's wife!" Lin's father finally managed to stop laughing, wiping away the tears that had welled up in his eyes. He sat up, looking at his worried wife, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Why were you spacing out so often while eating today? So you were worried about this? You... really... what can I say about you! You're a complete football ignoramus."

Lin's mother was puzzled by his laughter and scolded him playfully.

"How am I so ignorant about football? Do you think playing football will make you the world's richest person?"

"Being the world's richest man is an understatement," Lin's father waved his hand, a smug look on his face that said, "Finally, it's my turn to educate you."

"But raising our daughter and giving her a life a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times better than she has now is a piece of cake for Yan Yuan—no, it's as easy as lifting a toe!"

Seeing his wife's still puzzled look, he decided to use an analogy that she could understand best.

"Let me put it this way, honey. I'll use an example from your art world to show you. The top painters in your art circle, like... well, Picasso, Leonardo da Vinci, those kinds of artists, sold their paintings by the foot while they were alive, for astronomical prices, right?"

Lin's mother nodded, then retorted.

"How can that be the same? That's an art master!"

"They're the same! How can they be different!" Lin's father slapped his thigh.

"In the world of football, Xiao Yan is now equivalent to the top living 'master' in your art world!"

No, it's even more outrageous! He's the kind of genius who, before he's even twenty, has already established his own school of thought, whose paintings can fetch hundreds of millions of dollars at auction, and who can paint a painting worth that much every week... a super money-printing machine of a genius master.

Lin's mother's eyes widened slightly, as if she was starting to understand.

Lin's father continued to explain in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

"Do you know Yan Yuan's theoretical value in the football world?" he deliberately asked in English.

"How much?" Lin's mother asked curiously.

"3 million!" Mr. Lin held up three fingers, emphasizing, "The unit is Euros! Converted to RMB, that's roughly over two billion!"

Lin's mother gasped.

"How much...how much? More than two billion? Just...about him?"

"Yes! It's Yan Yuan's 'theoretical value'." Lin's father nodded and continued.

"But that's just theory. In reality, his current club, Arsenal, would never sell him for that price. He's absolutely not for sale, meaning they wouldn't sell him for any amount of money!"

"If any club actually offered Arsenal 3 million to buy Yan Yuan, that club would be laughed at by everyone."

Seeing that his wife was stunned, Lao Lin pressed his advantage and continued speaking.

"As for Xiao Yan's income, this is what he told me when we were drinking together."

Xiao Yan's current weekly salary is £400,000! Every week! That's close to 4 million RMB! 4 million a week! That's 16 million a month! And his basic salary alone is close to 200 million RMB a year!

"This...this..." Lin's mother was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She covered her chest with her hand and felt a little dizzy.

She is a university professor, and her annual salary plus various project allowances amount to only a few hundred thousand yuan, which is already a fairly good income in Hangzhou.

Is Yan Yuan's weekly income equivalent to hers in ten years?

"Don't rush, it's not over yet!" Looking at his wife's expression, Lin's father felt a great sense of accomplishment and continued.

"And there are huge bonuses! This year he led Arsenal to the Premier League title, the Champions League title, the EFL Cup title, the FA Cup title, and also helped England win the UEFA Nations League title! The bonuses from these championships alone are a number you can't even imagine!"

And then there are GG's endorsements! Adidas, Mercedes... all top-tier brands! His endorsement fees are tens of millions of euros or even higher every year! All things considered, his total annual income easily exceeds one hundred million euros! That's at least seven or eight hundred million a year!

Lin's mother froze on the bed, her eyes glazed over, her mouth slightly agape, her mind buzzing.

All that's left are numbers like "four million a week" and "seven or eight hundred million a year" swirling around wildly.

All her previous worries—such as borrowing money to buy gifts, the lack of future security, and needing them to pay for her out of pocket—were all part of her life.

At this moment, it seems utterly ridiculous and insignificant.

Lin's mother even began to worry that, given their family's circumstances, Yan Yuan's family might think her daughter was "marrying up."

Lin's father teased him on purpose.

"Are you still worried that Xiao Yan bought the bracelet with borrowed money? I guess... for him, it's about the same as when you went to the market to buy a scallion yesterday, maybe he didn't even need to think about it for as long as you did when buying a scallion."

Lin's mother subconsciously touched the cool, smooth bracelet on her wrist, and suddenly felt that this incredibly precious gift paled in comparison to Yan Yuan's terrifying income.

It seems... it has really become as trivial as "a scallion".

This huge difference in perception made it difficult for her to adapt for a while.

Lin's father lay back down and casually said another sentence.

"So, honey, you shouldn't worry that our daughter will suffer if she stays with him."

You should be glad that Yan Yuan doesn't mind that our daughter is three years older than him.

To be honest, with Yan Yuan's current conditions, his age, income, looks, and physique, what kind of girlfriend couldn't he find on a global scale? Hollywood stars, supermodels, royal princesses... they'd probably be lining up to pick him.

But he just happened to fall for our Weiwei. What does that mean? It means he wasn't after anything else, and it wasn't just a passing fancy; he genuinely likes our daughter! That's the most precious thing!

These words were like a final thunderclap, completely waking Lin's mother up.

Yes, she only worries about economic issues from her own perspective.

However, they completely overlooked the fact that, in this relationship, the one who should really be worried about whether they are a good match is Yan Yuan.

And Yan Yuan's performance today.

From beginning to end, there was not a trace of arrogance or showing off, only sincerity and respect.

After the initial shock came a sense of immense relief and unbelievable joy.

She let out a long, long sigh of relief, the worry on her face vanishing, replaced by a radiant glow and excitement.

"My God..." she muttered to herself, "What incredible luck did Jianwei have... no, what incredible luck did our family have..."

Lin's father chuckled and put his arm around his wife's shoulder.

"So put your mind at ease. Xiao Yan is no ordinary 'football player.' He's basically a shoo-in for the title of the future number one football player."

We parents should be secretly thrilled. From now on, when I watch football, I can brag to my football buddies that the Arsenal captain has to call me "Dad," wow... just thinking about it is awesome.

Lin's mother playfully patted him, but she couldn't stop smiling.

She raised her wrist again and looked at the jade bracelet, her mood now completely different.

This was no longer a precious gift whose origin she worried about, but a shining testament to her daughter's happy future.

Tonight, she is destined to fall asleep with beautiful hopes for her daughter's future and a touch of dreamlike daze.

As for the notion that "Yan Yuan is just a soccer player," she has completely thrown it into the Pacific Ocean.