I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

"This play is great, I like it."

Wang Jinhua was furious.

She knows Xiao Chen too well.

This kid has a sweet tongue and seems easy to talk to, but deep down he's more principled than anyone else.

"Fine, fine, ancestor, whatever you say."

Wang Jinhua waved her hand, her face full of helplessness.

"If Aunt Ye asks you why you didn't go back to China to pick up GG, you can explain it yourself."

When his mother, Ye Huimei, was mentioned, Xiao Chen chuckled twice.

"Then I'll have to rely on your kind words."

The pre-production phase of the film crew has officially begun.

Xiao Chen turned down all social engagements and locked himself in a private gym in Los Angeles.

At five o'clock in the morning, the heavy sound of the barbell hitting the floor erupted precisely on time.

Sweat trickled down his chiseled jawline, soaking the soft mat beneath his feet.

At that time, he was twenty-one years old.

That's the age when male hormones are at their peak and most extreme.

crunch.

The heavy iron door of the gym was pushed open.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks, illuminating Xiao Chen's back muscles, which were as taut as steel bars.

"resemble?"

A woman's voice, filled with surprise and trembling, broke the silence.

Xiao Chen hung on the horizontal bar with one hand and slowly turned around.

That universally adorable face held a hint of confusion at having her training interrupted.

The woman standing at the door wore heavy smoky makeup, and her messy blonde hair was extremely beautiful.

Avril Lavigne.

The little girl who used to follow him around discussing rock and roll.

I am now twenty-six years old.

The trials of the years have given her a more mature and charming air, and less of her headstrong and impulsive nature.

"Ivy, you're early."

Xiao Chen released his grip and landed steadily.

He grabbed a towel and wiped his face haphazardly.

Avril stood frozen in place.

She hadn't seen Xiao Chen for over a year.

In my memory, although he was very charming in "Titanic", he was more about a refined and noble air.

But now...

The tight-fitting vest was soaked with sweat and clung to his chest muscles.

Every muscle screams with wildness and power.

Avril felt her cheeks burning.

The visual impact was wilder than any heavy metal concert she had ever seen.

"You...you've changed so much?"

Avril took a few steps closer, wanting to touch his arm, but abruptly pulled back just as her fingertips were about to touch it.

Xiao Chen chuckled softly.

"I can't keep playing the gigolo forever for the sake of the role."

He walked to the water dispenser, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large bottle of mineral water.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and glistening droplets of water trickled down his neck and into his collar.

Avril's heart rate was completely out of control.

She looked at the man who was five years younger than her and initially thought it was just a reunion of old friends.

But now, she finds herself completely unable to maintain that so-called "mature older sister" demeanor.

"Xiao, I've heard about your new movie."

Avril tried to steer the conversation back on track, but her voice sounded weak.

"That role... would definitely suit you perfectly right now."

Xiao Chen put down the water bottle and looked at her face.

"You've become more beautiful, Ivy."

Five simple words, without any fancy embellishments.

Avril's breath hitched.

She spent three hours trying on her makeup in front of the mirror for this meeting.

But under his deep gaze, she felt as if all her pretense was transparent.

"You used to never compliment people so directly."

Avril lowered her head and fiddled with the edge of her leather jacket.

Xiao Chen walked up to her, and the intense heat and masculine aura emanating from him almost made her lose her balance.

"To tell the truth."

Xiao Chen shrugged and smiled like a cunning fox.

"After all, I'm an honest kid, right?"

Avril couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It still tastes the same.

No matter how fierce his appearance becomes, this guy has never lost his sense of humor.

"Come on, honest child."

Avril looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with inexplicable emotions.

"As your host, I'll take you to eat something decent, not these awful fitness meals."

Xiao Chen glanced back at the cold dumbbells.

"OK."

He picked up his coat with a swift and efficient motion.

"But it's a deal, you're paying. My current salary has been criticized by Aunt Hua to the core of the earth."

The two walked out of the gym.

The Los Angeles sun is blazing.

Passersby on the street turned their heads to look.

Whether it's a 14-year-old skateboarder or a 45-year-old office worker.

Upon seeing Xiao Chen's face and his striking physique, they all subconsciously slowed their pace.

This gender-transcending, pure combination of beauty and strength became the sole focus of the street at that moment.

Xiao Chen lowered the brim of his hat slightly, obscuring his eyes, which were enough to break the hearts of girls all over the world.

Avril Lavigne's car is a bright red Ferrari, flamboyant, just like her.

But the rock diva sitting in the driver's seat was as quiet as a startled rabbit.

Her knuckles were slightly white as she gripped the steering wheel, and her peripheral vision kept involuntarily glancing towards the passenger seat.

Xiao Chen was sitting there.

He changed into a simple black T-shirt, which perfectly outlined the bulging muscles on his arms.

The car interior was cramped, and the smell, a mixture of sweat and male hormones, permeated every nook and cranny, enveloping Avril completely.

Her cheeks started to burn again.

Did this guy really train like this just for filming?

What a joke.

This is practically a walking hormone bomb.

The restaurant is an extremely secluded private club, hidden deep in Beverly Hills, and you can't find the door without an introduction from someone you know.

The waiter respectfully led the two to their reserved spot, a semi-open terrace surrounded by greenery, offering excellent privacy.

After Avril sat down, her voice was a little hoarse, as if she wanted to explain something.

"This place... is owned by a friend of mine, it's very safe."

Xiao Chen, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, picking up the menu and glancing at it.

"It's up to you to decide."

He pushed the menu back to her and leaned back in his chair.

This simple action made the T-shirt fabric taut, making the chest muscles more defined.

Ivy's gaze snapped away as if burned, landing on the crystal glass on the table.

Ruined.

She felt like a fifteen-year-old girl experiencing her first love, not Avril Lavigne screaming in a stadium with tens of thousands of people.

She randomly ordered a few signature dishes, her voice barely audible.

After the waiter left, a brief silence fell between the two.

"cough."

Avril cleared her throat, forcing herself to find a topic to talk about.

"How have you been lately? I mean, besides working out and preparing for the new movie."

Xiao Chen picked up his water glass and took a sip of lemonade.

"not bad."

"Aunt Hua manages the company very well for me, while my mom travels the world every day and occasionally sends me a few photos to annoy me."

His tone was relaxed, with a hint of barely perceptible doting.

As Avril listened to these everyday conversations, her mood inexplicably relaxed.

Yes, that's it.