A Woman Three Years Older, Carrying a Gold Brick!

Looking at his newly earned soft rice points, Li Yufei felt completely satisfied.

Ever since Taylor started her tour in America, the two of them hadn't seen each other for nearly 40 days.

During this time, Li Yufei had only managed to get 100 intermediate soft rice points through the iPhone 4 that Taylor had gifted him.

He then used those 100 intermediate soft rice points to boost his Dribbling stat to 85. After all, the intermediate soft rice points only covered the 80–89 range.

To break into the 90s, he'd need advanced soft rice points.

But unfortunately, in his three years at Arsenal, Li Yufei had only gotten advanced soft rice points once—when he first arrived.

And then again when Taylor officially announced their relationship. After that, he hadn't seen a single advanced soft rice point.

Still, Li Yufei guessed that advanced soft rice points were triggered by events that had enough impact or held significant personal meaning for him.

That meant his upcoming first-team debut for Arsenal in the near future would definitely earn him some advanced soft rice points.

As for whether he'd get any other rewards, that was anyone's guess. Li Yufei wasn't sure either.

"Hi, honey, what are you thinking about? Still not recovered?" Taylor waved a hand in front of Li Yufei's face, bringing a waft of perfume and a lingering, unmistakable scent.

Snapping out of it, Li Yufei rolled his eyes and said with mock irritation, "Sister, do I look that weak? What are you imagining? I'm a tough guy!"

Feeling his confidence waver, he deliberately emphasized his tone.

Taylor let out a laugh, not bothering to call her boyfriend's bluff, and chimed in, "Right, right, I know my man's the manliest, the best!"

Seeing Taylor's smug amusement, Li Yufei decided not to dwell on it. After all, facing a girlfriend three years older than him, he was at a bit of a disadvantage due to the age gap.

Once they'd both rested enough, Taylor drove them back to their place.

"By the way, A-Fei, when will you get to play for the first team? I remember Mr. Neil said ages ago that your level was more than enough for first-team games."

Li Yufei was used to Taylor's casual switching of nicknames—it was just her way of showing affection.

"Yeah, I'm reporting to the first team next week. The Boss talked to me today and told me to get ready." Li Yufei relayed what Wenger had said to him.

Taylor's face lit up with joy. "That's great! Mr. Arsene finally decided to promote you to the first team."

"I've wanted to play first-team games for a long time, but I understand the Boss's reasoning."

"After all, Barcelona's Bojan is a recent example right in front of us. He debuted for Barca's first team before he was 17, and now he's barely getting playing time."

Li Yufei naturally understood Wenger's thinking. There were plenty of cases in football where young prodigies fizzled out, and with Bojan's vivid example fresh in mind, the old man couldn't help but be cautious.

In truth, Wenger had always been tight with spending in the transfer market due to the stadium debt, which forced him to rely on young players and gamble on lottery tickets.

But he was never impatient for quick results, nor did he put too much pressure on young players.

He knew well that young players needed time to grow—both physically and mentally—and that required patience.

So he rarely used overly young players. For someone like Li Yufei, who wasn't even 18 yet, Wenger was extremely careful.

And with Li Yufei's father, Old Li, being a major shareholder of Arsenal, Wenger had to be even more cautious.

Even though Li's father had never interfered since acquiring Arsenal and left everything to the professional managers under him, that didn't mean he had completely stopped caring about his rebellious son.

Wenger, a cultured man often called "The Professor," wasn't lacking in emotional intelligence.

So he was even more careful and deliberate about Li Yufei's usage and future development compared to other youth academy players.

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Taylor also understood Wenger's intentions toward her boyfriend, so she felt at ease.

She didn't ask further, only mentioning that she wanted to attend his professional debut in person.

Li Yufei naturally agreed without hesitation.

After all, his father always had a VIP box at Arsenal's stadium, and since it was just sitting empty, it might as well go to his girlfriend.

"I'll call Uncle Mark and have him open Dad's box for you that day." Li Yufei picked up his phone and dialed a frequently used number in his call log.

Mark Horner, Li's father's professional manager.

Ever since Old Li acquired Arsenal in 2006, Mark had been handling all related matters and was the person Li Yufei contacted most often during his years in the UK.

When the call connected, Li Yufei explained Taylor's request, and Mark simply said "OK" before hanging up.

Well... how to put it? Same old style. All of Li's father's trusted aides seemed to be the decisive, no-nonsense type.

Li Yufei was used to it, and Taylor didn't find the person on the other end rude either—clearly, she was just as accustomed as Li Yufei.

Back at Li Yufei's home in London, Taylor immediately went to the third-floor bedroom to grab some loungewear and handed it to Li Yufei to change into.

Li Yufei accepted his girlfriend's attentive service without a second thought.

As for dinner, the household staff had already prepared it. Neither Li Yufei nor Taylor could cook.

At most, Taylor could bake some cookies or other desserts, while Li Yufei was clueless about anything beyond making instant noodles.

But for wealthy people, none of that was a problem. How many rich families actually have spotless kitchens in real life?

Dinner was simple: a steak, an egg, a vegetable salad with no dressing, two slices of whole-grain bread, and a plate of fruit cut into even cubes.

The steak and egg were Li Yufei's; the rest, which had nothing to do with the word "meat," were naturally Taylor's.

Before the venomous snake incident, Taylor had an almost pathological obsession with body management.

Li Yufei had advised her many times, but Taylor wouldn't listen, and in the end, he had to let it be.

Fortunately, Taylor knew she had to give her boyfriend a wonderful life-exploration experience, so she didn't go down the path of becoming a bag of bones.

That was the one thing Li Yufei could be grateful for.

After dinner, Li Yufei and Taylor strolled around the villa's yard for half an hour.

This standalone villa in North London's Zone 3 was worth a fortune—five floors including the basement, seven bedrooms, nine bathrooms, a dedicated study, and a music room prepared for Taylor.

Underground, there was a small movie theater that could seat over a dozen people and a mini KTV.

Of course, a wine cellar was a must-have for a villa like this, but neither Li Yufei nor Taylor were big drinkers.

So the wine cellar was basically just decoration, purely for show.

When they first bought this villa, the total price of 15 million pounds was unaffordable for both Taylor and Li Yufei at the time.

Fortunately, although Li's Father made Li Yufei support himself, he still provided the basic housing hardware, so the villa didn't cost the couple a single penny.

Say what you will, but at least Li's Father was generous when it came to his son's dating fund.

As for other expenses?

Get lost—handle it yourself!