55: Chapter 55 The Handsome Father Arrives and Gives Wen Wan a Reprimand; Unexpected First Release! Bo Shuai Stares Closely at Yu Bai in Front of the TV.

"You honestly tell me, do you and Xiao Bai have that going on?"

"Boom!" Wen Wan's face instantly flushed red enough to drip blood, and even her earlobes burned.

She hurriedly put down the knife, shaking her head like a rattle, her voice choked with tears: "No! I can swear!"

She was truly afraid of the man in front of her, who seemed easygoing, perhaps even a bit comical. She knew too well that for someone at his level, a joke could sometimes be an ultimatum.

Yu Yun stared at her for a few seconds, as if judging the truth in her words, then slowly and deeply let out a breath, his expression relaxing, even patting his chest: "That's good, that's good."

But the next second, his tone made Wen Wan's heart jump to her throat: "However, Xiao Bai has grown up, he's 17, full of youthful vigor. If he really likes you and wants to... well, if you go along with him, it's not a big deal."

His tone became "kind," as if discussing a trivial matter: "Money, resources, you don't need to worry, I won't treat you unfairly. When I was 17, tsk tsk, I couldn't even count on one hand..."

Wen Wan kept her head down, biting her lip hard, feeling all the blood in her body freezing, her brain in chaos.

Wen Qing's words echoed in her ears: "When Yu Yun jokes with you, it's often when he's most serious."

What should she do now? If she went along and said "Okay," would he think she had ulterior motives, greedy for wealth? If she firmly said "No," would he view her as "unappreciative" or "not giving the young master face"?

The immense pressure and fear made her unable to control herself, tears "whooshed" down, and her shoulders began to tremble slightly.

Just then, Yu Bai came out of the bathroom. He looked at the teary-eyed, trembling Wen Wan, then at Yu Yun, who was holding his arms with a playful smile on his face, and instantly understood what was happening.

He had no expression, walked straight over, stood between the two, and blocked Yu Yun's gaze toward Wen Wan. Then, he looked up, calmly looked at his father, and said in the most indifferent tone, words that made Yu Yun's smile instantly freeze:

"Yu Yun."

"The last time I saw you staring at a woman with this kind of height, this kind of look, and this kind of tone..."

Yu Bai raised his hand, gesturing to about the height of the kitchen counter.

"It was when I was this tall."

"That night, my mother's heart was broken just like that."

The air instantly solidified.

The playfulness, the probing, the all-controlling expression on Yu Yun's face were smashed cleanly as if hit by a heavy hammer.

He opened his mouth, his throat feeling as if it were blocked by something, unable to make any sound.

He looked at his son's eyes, which were too calm yet seemed to see through everything, and for the first time, he felt an emotion called "guilt" and "embarrassment."

He was almost in a panic, reaching into his pocket, taking out a phone that hadn't rung, holding it to his ear, his voice abruptly rising, his acting so exaggerated it was embarrassing:

"Hello?! Xiao Chen! What? There's an emergency at the company? I need to go back and handle it right now? Okay, okay, okay! I know! I'll be back immediately! Right now!"

He didn't even "hang up" the non-existent call, but hurriedly waved at Yu Bai, squeezing out a smile uglier than crying: "Well, Xiao Bai, there's an emergency at the company, Dad has to go back to Hong Kong immediately! You... good luck with the match!"

After saying that, he almost fled, and the door was "slammed" shut.

Wen Wan was still immersed in the fear and the shock of Yu Bai's sudden appearance, forgetting to wipe her tears.

She looked at Yu Bai's calm profile as he turned, her nose souring, and she whispered: "Tha... Thank you."

Yu Bai glanced at her, said nothing, just walked to the dining table and sat down: "Let's eat."

On the dining table, it was filled with dishes Yu Bai loved: steamed sea bass with tender meat, sweet and sour pork ribs with an attractive color, boiled shrimp that were large and plump, and stir-fried lettuce that was bright green.

Unlike others who learned to cook to show off, Wen Wan's logic was simple and direct — whatever Yu Bai liked to eat, she learned to make.

Yu Bai didn't pick up his chopsticks, just watched quietly.

Wen Wan had already put on disposable gloves and skillfully began peeling shrimp for him.

Her fingers were slender and flexible, quickly peeling one.

This scene was so familiar.

Wen Wan suddenly felt a sourness in her heart, missing the years before, when her speed of peeling shrimp could never keep up with Yu Bai's wolfing down, and he would always rush her, "Hurry up, Sister Wan," and then laugh at her clumsiness.

"I'm leaving for an away game tomorrow, you don't need to follow."

Yu Bai suddenly spoke, his voice softer than usual, "Go back to London. Pack up what you need and move over first. By the way..."

He paused, "Go to the Thompson family and take some gifts, help me tell them, when I return to London, I will definitely visit."

Wen Wan was stunned, then a huge wave of warmth and emotion surged in her heart, dispelling all the previous grievances and fear.

"Yeah!"

She nodded hard, her eyes red again, but this time it was from happiness.

She dipped the freshly peeled shrimp into the sauce dish, held a small bowl with her other hand to catch the dripping sauce, and then steadily handed it to Yu Bai's mouth, her voice choked, yet full of strength:

"Thank you, Xiao Bai! I will be good, I will be obedient!"

"In the future, you just focus on running on the pitch and conquering your opponents! Leave your life to me!"

"I will be the woman behind you, the future superstar!"

"Go shock the whole football world! Yu Bai, you can definitely do it!"

"Come on, open your mouth, this shrimp of mine has been blessed, after eating it, you will definitely score in the weekend match!"

Yu Bai looked at her, teary-eyed but still forcing herself to say these cheesy yet heartwarming words, and finally couldn't help but roll his eyes helplessly. But he obediently opened his mouth and ate the shrimp dipped in sauce.

He chewed slowly, swallowed, then looked up at Wen Wan, who was waiting expectantly for the "supernatural power to take effect," and suddenly smiled, with a hint of teasing:

"Then if I eat this whole plate of shrimp..."

"Does Bournemouth have to call the police directly?"

"Hee hee..."

Wen Wan was amused, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, but she laughed brilliantly, "I don't care about that!"

"Anyway, I will watch the match in front of the TV, and I will cheer for you until my voice breaks!"

"When you come back, I will still make you such a big table of delicious food!"

"As for me, I am the most beautiful, most capable, most... most obedient nanny sister in the world!"

Yu Bai lowered his head and continued to eat, listening to her rambling, somewhat incoherent but extremely sincere words, the arc of his mouth never fading.

In his heart, he silently said to the woman who was peeling shrimp while giggling:

"Fool."

"You were never a nanny."

"Never."

Saturday afternoon, Vitality Stadium.

The sun was just right, and the smallest stadium in the Premier League, which could only hold ten thousand people, was full.

The Premier League early match between Bournemouth and Leicester City was about to start.

The players from both sides finished warming up and were making final preparations on the pitch.

However, a sudden situation occurred on the Leicester City side! The left midfielder Marc Albrighton, who was originally on the starting list, suddenly felt discomfort in his groin during the pre-match warm-up. After a simple check by the team doctor, it was confirmed that he could not continue the match!

Claudio Ranieri made a decisive decision, almost without hesitation, and waved his hand: "Change the starting lineup! Yu Bai in!"

So, when both sides submitted the final starting list, on Leicester City's left side, the name changed from "Marc Albrighton (11)" to — "Yu Bai (52)"!

Yu Bai, ordered in a crisis, starting for the first time in the Premier League!

China, in front of TV screens in countless homes.

CCTV Sports Channel was broadcasting this 22:00 match as originally planned.

Commentator Duan Xuan and Commentator Zhang Lu were already sitting in front of the studio desk.

When the latest starting list came through, Commentator Duan Xuan's voice rose slightly with excitement:

"Audience friends! Latest news! Leicester City starting lineup adjustment! Yu Bai replaces the injured Marc Albrighton and will start!"

"This is truly an unexpected and precious weekend gift for football fans across the country!"

"Yu Bai! Let go, just charge forward! All of us are behind you, shouting for you, cheering for you!"

Chen Hejing watched the TV broadcast, gnashing his teeth, "Except for me! I will help him leak oil!"

London, at Mauricio Pochettino's home.

Tottenham's match was tomorrow night. At this moment, this young Argentine coach specially turned on the TV and tuned to the channel broadcasting the Leicester City match.

He leaned on the sofa, unconsciously spinning a pen in his hand, his eyes locked on the number 52 blue figure stepping on the ball and moving his ankles near the center circle on the screen.

That handsome, still somewhat boyish Oriental face looked particularly clear under the sun of the Premier League stadium.

Mauricio Pochettino's eyes were extremely complex, with scrutiny, inquiry, a trace of imperceptible regret, and strong curiosity.

He spoke to the TV screen, as if talking to himself, his voice so low it was almost inaudible:

"Starting... "

"In a real, fiercely contested Premier League away game... "

"Yu Bai, are you really... ready to meet this challenge?"

He shook his head, and shook his head again.

As if answering for the boy on the TV screen.