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

Paris in December 2019.

The air is filled with romance and style.

Tonight, in the heart of this city.

The Châtelet Theatre and its surroundings were ignited by a different, more intense, and more global passion.

The annual Ballon d'Or awards ceremony is about to begin here. It is the Oscars of the world of football, the highest hall where football heroes are crowned.

Football superstars, renowned coaches, legends, and celebrities from all over the world.

They arrived one after another in their luxury cars, on the red carpet that was flooded with flashing lights and cheers.

Meanwhile, in a top-tier luxury hotel suite not far away, the atmosphere was one of quiet tension mixed with excitement and immense pride.

This is the biggest favorite for this year's Golden Globe Awards.

Arsenal and England's key player Yan Yuan, along with his team, prepared a hotel suite.

In the suite's living room,

Yan Yuan has just changed into his battle attire for tonight with the help of a top stylist and assistant.

This is a black tuxedo suit custom-made for him by a century-old Italian luxury brand.

The suit was made of the finest Venetian wool, with an exquisitely tailored fit that perfectly accentuated his tall, muscular physique and broad shoulders as an athlete.

The velvet lapel has a subtle sheen, and the pure white hand-embroidered wing collar shirt is paired with a black silk bow tie. Every detail exudes understated luxury and classic elegance.

He stood in front of the mirror, slightly adjusting his cuffs. The young man in the mirror had shed the fierce aura he displayed on the court; instead, his brows furrowed with calm confidence, and he radiated a restrained yet dazzling light.

At first glance, I thought it was 007.

At this moment, the door to the inner room opened gently.

Lin Jianwei came out accompanied by Yan Ma.

In an instant, all the light in the room focused on her.

Kobayashi also chose a black evening gown.

But the design is extremely ingenious.

The upper body is made of slightly glossy black satin, with an asymmetrical one-shoulder design that reveals a delicate collarbone and a beautiful shoulder line on one side;

The lower body is made of layers of black tulle, adorned with tiny crystals, which, when walking, resemble a flowing galaxy in the dark night, both solemn and full of dreamlike charm.

Her long hair was elegantly styled up, revealing her slender neck, and the diamond necklace and earrings she wore sparkled with just the right amount of light.

The usually sharp and astute financial analyst has transformed into a princess straight out of a fairy tale, breathtakingly beautiful.

Yan Yuan turned around, and the instant he saw her, his eyes flashed with undisguised amazement and admiration. He smiled and extended his hand:

"Weiwei, you look so beautiful tonight."

A blush rose on Lin Jianwei's face, a mixture of shyness and joy.

She gently took his arm, took a deep breath, and whispered.

"You're just teasing me... You're handsome too, but... I'm still a little nervous, my heart is beating so fast."

This year marks the second time Lin Jianwei has attended such a prestigious event as Yan Yuan's date.

Although much more relaxed than last year,

However, the pressure of global attention remains.

Yan Yuan gently took Lin Jianwei's fingers in his hand, and humorously turned his head to whisper in her ear, his voice carrying a reassuring warmth.

"Relax, my great analyst, think about how you exude confidence when you meet with those business giants."

"Let's treat tonight as attending a slightly larger financial conference, except this time the two of us are the main characters, and," he winked mischievously,

"In case I get so nervous on stage that I can't speak, I'll need you to save the day."

These witty remarks made Lin Jianwei burst out laughing, and her tense mood instantly dissipated.

She playfully punched Yan Yuan lightly and said...

"Come on, when have you ever been nervous?"

Yan Yuan replied with a smile.

"See? At least you're not nervous now."

Looking at the perfect couple, Aunt Yan's face was filled with a happy and proud smile.

She stepped forward and carefully tidied up Lin Jianwei's non-existent hair, her tone gentle yet firm.

"Weiwei, don't be afraid. You and Xiaoyuan are our greatest pride. Tonight, you two will be the most dazzling. Just hold your heads high and enjoy it all."

She looked at her son again, her eyes full of encouragement, and continued...

"Son, you must take good care of Weiwei."

Yan Yuan nodded solemnly and said.

"Of course, Mom. By the way, aren't you and Dad coming with us tonight?"

Yan Yuan asked about this.

"That's what Dad Yan is saying," Yan replied from the side.

"Tonight is your big day walking down the aisle, so your mother and I won't ride in the same car with you. We don't want to steal your thunder. You go ahead first, and we'll follow later."

"Alright, Dad, then you take good care of Mom too."

With everything ready, the two walked hand in hand out of the suite amidst the blessings of their family and team, and took the private elevator directly to the hotel lobby.

A Bentley had been waiting for some time.

The car door opened, and Yan Yuan gentlemanly protected Lin Jianwei's head. After she was seated, he got into the car from the other side.

The convoy drove smoothly toward the Théâtre du Châtelet in the dazzling Parisian night.

Inside the car, the two held hands tightly, feeling the slight dampness in each other's palms—proof of their intertwined excitement and anticipation.

……

The closer you get to the theater, the more you can feel the electrifying atmosphere of this world-class event.

Tonight, the entire route was escorted by police cars, and fans along the way cheered wildly, with countless mobile phones and cameras pointed at the slowly moving luxury car.

When the vehicle came to a smooth stop at the starting point of the red carpet, the roar of the crowd outside almost shook the night sky.

The car door was respectfully opened by the waiter.

In an instant, hundreds of flashes went off like an exploding galaxy, turning the night into day.

All the cameras and all the eyes were focused on this.

Yan Yuan got out of the car first. With a polite smile on his face, he calmly straightened the hem of his suit, then turned around in an extremely gentlemanly manner and reached his hand into the car.

Lin Jianwei gently placed her hand in his palm, and with his help, gracefully stepped out of the car.

When she stood on the red carpet, side by side with Yan Yuan, a chorus of uncontrollable gasps of amazement erupted from the audience.

This perfect couple looks like models who stepped out of a fashion magazine cover.

Yan Yuan's handsome appearance and Lin Jianwei's elegant and refined beauty achieved perfect harmony, accentuated by the classic black tuxedo.

Their brilliance instantly overshadowed all the other star players on the field.

Because both of them are so good-looking.

Yan Yuan didn't pose for photos. He simply held Lin Jianwei's arm naturally, occasionally lowering his head to talk to her softly, with a gentle and confident smile on his face at all times.

Lin Jianwei gradually relaxed. She linked arms with Yan Yuan, walking at a leisurely pace. Facing the camera, she showed a graceful and generous smile, occasionally raising her hand to wave gently, displaying her elegant demeanor.

They walked down the long red carpet, signed their names in front of the backdrop, and took photos together.

Then, he gave a brief interview to a female reporter.

"Hello Mr. Yan, you and your female companion were absolutely the most dazzling people in the entire venue tonight. You two looked absolutely stunning."

Upon hearing the reporter's words, Lin Jianwei blushed and hugged Yan Yuan's arm even tighter.

Yan Yuan then gently patted Lin Jianwei's hand to signal her to relax, and then replied with a smile.

"Thank you for your praise, madam. We can't live without each other."

"You two are truly a perfect couple, Mr. Yan. Who do you think will win the Golden Globe tonight?"

Yan Yuan thought for a moment and then answered.

"I never make predictions before the results are in. I believe the Golden Globe Awards will have its own fairness and credibility, so I can't give a precise answer."

Yan Yuan's answer was humble and appropriate, without mentioning anyone.

Throughout the entire process, he took meticulous care of Lin Jianwei beside him. That natural intimacy and respect was conveyed to the world through the camera, which was more touching than any deliberate display of affection.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, it was already late at night in Hangzhou, China.

In Lin Jianwei's home, the living room lights were as bright as day.

Lin's parents stayed up all night on purpose.

I sat glued to the TV, nervously and excitedly waiting for the live broadcast of the Golden Globe Awards ceremony.

In previous years, Lin's father would stay up all night by himself at this time, but now Lin's mother has also started staying up all night.

"They're here! The red carpet has started!" Lin's mother, her eyes glued to the screen, clutched a handful of sunflower seeds and excitedly patted Lin's father's arm.

"Look! It's a foreign host... Oh my, this female athlete is dressed so flashy... Lao Lin, where are Xiao Yan and Weiwei? Why aren't they coming out yet?"

Lin's father remained quite calm.

"What's the rush? Xiao Yan is a hot favorite right now. He and Weiwei will definitely be the final act. The big names always come out last."

Sure enough, when the live stream switched to the entrance of the Châtelet Theater, the Bentley stopped, and Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei appeared hand in hand, the two elders of the Lin family immediately sat up straight.

"Oh my! They're out! Xiao Yan! And our daughter!" Lin's mother's voice rose eight octaves with excitement, and she even dropped the sunflower seeds in her hand. "Look! Look! These two children are so beautiful! It's like they're in a movie!"

The scene of Yan Yuan carefully helping Lin Jianwei out of the car was repeatedly shown in close-up, and the moment when the two smiled at each other was also captured precisely by the photographer.

Lin's mother was overjoyed and patted Lin's father's arm vigorously.

"Old man! Look! I told you our daughter and Xiao Yan are a match made in heaven! They look so perfect together! They have so much more style than those celebrity couples!"

Mr. Lin was also impressed by his daughter's radiant appearance and his future son-in-law's outstanding demeanor in the picture. His face was full of a proud smile, but he deliberately teased his wife.

"Hmph, our daughter takes after me, she has a great temperament. If you had even half of Weiwei's sense of style when you were young, I wouldn't have taken so long to notice you."

"Get lost!" Lin's mother playfully shoved him, her attention quickly returning to the television. "Hey, tell me, is Xiao Yan's chance of winning this year any good? My heart is pounding so hard."

Lin's father pushed up his glasses, struck an "expert" pose, and said with certainty.

"Honey, don't worry. I'm telling you, this prize is 100% Xiao Yan's, no doubt about it!"

He analyzed the situation for his wife, counting on his fingers.

"Look at this, last season, at the club level, he won the Premier League title, the FA Cup, the Champions League title, and the EFL Cup title – a quadruple! And with the national team, he also won the UEFA Nations League title! In terms of individual statistics, he scored 112 goals in official matches for both club and national team throughout the season!"

He swept the Golden Boot in the Premier League, Champions League, and UEFA Nations League! What does that mean? It's an overwhelming advantage! I dare say, if this year's Ballon d'Or hadn't gone to Yan Yuan…

Lin's father paused for a moment, then used a very football fan-like expression.

"Then the Golden Globe Awards could be discontinued; there's no fairness whatsoever!"

After listening to her husband's reasonable and well-founded analysis, Lin's mother breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled broadly.

"That's good, that's good! Oh, our daughter has such good taste! Little Yan is just so lovable!"

The elderly couple fell silent, their eyes glued to the television screen, waiting for the final suspense to be revealed.

Their faces radiated the deepest pride and expectations of parents.

Meanwhile, in Paris, Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei had already gracefully entered the inner hall of the Châtelet and taken their seats.

Under the dazzling crystal chandelier, celebrities gathered, and the atmosphere was star-studded.