While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

After an unknown amount of time, the black Rolls-Royce finally stopped shaking violently.

The car window slowly rolled down a crack, and a waft of hot air mixed with sweat and a faint fragrance escaped, only to be quickly neutralized by the cool air.

Ivanka lay on his chest, as if her bones had been removed.

The spine, which was always ramrod straight, was now limp and weak.

Her long, golden hair was disheveled, obscuring half of her still-flushed cheek.

For the next three days, Ivanka completely disappeared from the sight of the New York business community.

She cancelled all the meetings, ribbon-cutting ceremonies, and cocktail parties that were originally scheduled.

Even when Lao Dong called, she simply replied, "I'm accompanying Master Cao to contemplate life."

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Dong couldn't stop smiling, repeatedly praising his daughter for being "sensible".

Cao Kun accompanied her as they strolled through the streets of Manhattan.

From the tree-lined avenues of Central Park to the backstage areas of Broadway theaters.

Ivanka is no longer the aloof socialite she once was.

She changed into a simple sweatshirt and jeans, wore sunglasses, and naturally linked arms with Cao Kun.

She took Cao Kun to eat the street hot dogs that she loved most when she was a child.

Take him to a secluded private gallery to see paintings by artists who are not yet famous.

They left traces of their love in many public and private places.

"Cao, if you want to stay in New York, I can take care of everything for you."

In a private restaurant overlooking the Hudson River, Ivanka gazed at Cao Kun's profile with a sincere tone.

Cao Kun cut his steak without looking up: "Los Angeles still has many 'cause and effect' issues to resolve; it's a better place for me."

Ivanka looked a little disappointed, but quickly masked it.

She knew that a man like Cao Kun could not be tied down by a city or a woman.

Three days later, in the early morning.

A private helipad at Kennedy Airport.

Simond's Gulfstream G650 was already emitting a deep engine roar.

Old Dong actually came to see him off in person.

He was still wearing that sharp suit, and his gaze towards Cao Kun remained fiery.

"Master Cao, have a safe journey!"

Old Dong grabbed Cao Kun's hand and shook it vigorously, lowering his voice to say:

"Please come to New York often, and visit Ivanka frequently. The Dong family's doors are always open for you!"

Cao Kun smiled and nodded, withdrew his hand, and turned to look at Ivanka.

Ivanka stepped forward and, in front of everyone, gave Cao Kun a long kiss without any hesitation.

"I'll be waiting for you to come back in New York."

She whispered in Cao Kun's ear, and then straightened his collar.

Cao Kun didn't say anything, turned around and went up the gangway.

The hatch slowly closed.

With a deafening roar, the silver Gulfstream pierced through the morning mist of New York and soared into the sky.

A few hours later, the Gulfstream G650 landed smoothly at Los Angeles Private Airport.

As Cao Kun stepped off the gangway, a wave of heat hit him, carrying the dry, characteristic scent of California.

Simond's driver was already waiting at the exit to take him back to Beverly Hills.

Back at the mansion, the succubus Chris appeared immediately.

She changed into a fiery red evening gown and walked barefoot on the living room carpet.

"Master, while you were 'expanding your territory' in New York, Hollywood was already in complete chaos."

Chris clicked on the floating virtual screen, which was covered with entertainment headlines.

The popularity of "V for Vendetta" continues, and Amanda's fame has skyrocketed in Europe and Asia.

Several luxury brands have already extended offers of global brand ambassadorship.

But the focus now is not on Amanda.

Chris swiped her finger, and the entire screen was filled with Rachel McAdams's face.

"The 63rd Golden Globe Awards ceremony has just concluded."

Chris giggled. "Miss Rachel won Best Actress in a Musical or Comedy Film for 'Walk the Line,' which is no surprise."

Cao Kun walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of ice water.

Looking at the photo on the screen of Rachel holding the trophy and crying, he said calmly, "This is just the beginning."

Chris leaned closer, her breath sweet as orchids: "All the major media outlets say she's the top contender for this year's Oscar for Best Actress."

Some even call her "Hollywood's new queen."

Ring ring.

My phone vibrated.

Cao Kun took it and saw that it was Rachel.

"Damn it! Where are you? I want to see you, right now! Immediately!"

Rachel's voice sounded extremely excited.

One hour later.

The van practically drifted as it stopped in front of the villa.

Rachel pushed open the door and entered, still wearing the celebration dress she had worn after the awards ceremony.

He clutched the gleaming gold trophy tightly in his hand.

As soon as she entered the room, she kicked off her high heels, threw herself into Cao Kun's arms, and pressed her lips against his without a second thought.

"I did it! Did you see that? I won an award!"

Rachel was incoherent, her eyes red-rimmed.

The shock brought by extreme fame and fortune put her in a near-manic state.

Cao Kun didn't say anything, but simply put his arm around her waist and carried her into the bedroom.

That night, the Beverly Hills sky was lit up with various celebratory fireworks.

Rachel went completely wild, as if she wanted to unleash all her excitement in this way.

……

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Hollywood has entered its most intense "Oscar season".

Public relations expenses from various film studios poured into the major labor unions like water.

Rachel, on the other hand, was at the very center of the storm.

2 month 25 day.

The 78nd Academy Awards ceremony.

The red carpet outside the Kodak Theatre was packed with people.

A black limousine stopped at the intersection, and Cao Kun got out first.

He was wearing a very well-tailored dark suit today.

Although there were no superfluous accessories, the profound aura brought by that Grand Celestial Master realm...

The surrounding noisy press area fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and took Rachel from inside the car.

Rachel wore a light purple backless dress.

Nourished by the elixir, her skin became radiantly white.

She was like Venus walking among humans.

"Who's that? The Asian man next to Rachel!"

"My God, he has even more charisma than those male celebrities. Is he her soulmate?"

"I remember now! Hawkeye from Halloween!"

He's Marvel's second-in-command and the mastermind behind multiple Hollywood projects!

The flashes of light created a blinding white blur.

Cao Kun remained calm, while Rachel clung tightly to his arm, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

"Damn, I'm a little nervous. This is my first time at the Oscars!"

Rachel said in a low voice, but her smile remained perfect.

"Relax." Cao Kun looked at the long red carpet ahead. "Tonight, you're the star."

The two walked down the red carpet, each step accompanied by a flurry of camera shutter clicks.

The cameras of major media outlets were fixed on the two of them.

In Hollywood, a place that values ​​both looks and power.

Cao Kun, a young, handsome man with great power, is practically a black hole for online traffic.

Enter the theater lobby.

Several acquaintances came up to greet him.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, everyone took their seats.

The awards ceremony officially began.

After a lengthy opening and technical awards ceremony, the final climax finally arrived.

"The winner of the 78th Academy Award for Best Actress is—"