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

The noise of the party gradually faded away, becoming a blurry background sound in the Los Angeles night.

Avril leaned against the railing of the hotel's rooftop terrace, the evening breeze ruffling the ends of her pink hair.

The air still carried the scents of champagne and revelry.

She didn't look at the people around her, but gazed at the endless, dazzling lights in the distance, her voice very soft.

"My agent just called again, like he's on his deathbed."

She wrinkled her small nose, her tone carrying a hint of grievance that she herself didn't realize.

"Three music festivals, a global promotional period for a new album, and endorsements for two fashion brands..."

"They've scheduled my schedule until next Christmas."

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but simply took off his coat and gently draped it over the girl's slightly thin shoulders.

His coat still carried his body heat, instantly dispelling the chill of the high altitude.

Avril's body stiffened slightly, and she turned her head to finally look at him.

Even the darkness of night couldn't conceal the striking features of that face; its deep eyes shone brighter than the stars, seemingly capable of drawing one's soul in.

Just standing next to him made her heart flutter.

"I have to go, Shaw."

She clutched the guitar pick to her chest, the one she had just snatched back from him and put back around her neck.

"I need to become better."

"Only by standing higher can you make everyone see you, and only then will you be qualified..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Xiao Chen understood.

This rebellious and unruly rock girl possesses the purest pride within her.

She was unwilling to be anyone's appendage, even if that person was him.

What she wanted was to stand side by side.

Xiao Chen suddenly smiled, reached out, and gently brushed the tip of her nose with his fingertips.

"Then let's go."

His voice was gentle, carrying a reassuring power.

"Go and take all those trophies home, and make the whole world scream for you."

"Then, I'll hold a concert with only me as the audience."

Avril's eyes welled up with tears, but she stubbornly tilted her head back, refusing to let the moisture condense.

She nodded vigorously, her voice hoarse.

"It's a deal!"

She turned and strode towards the terrace door, her black leather jacket swaying gracefully in the wind.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and gave him a bright smile.

"Hey, you big shot! Don't think you're so great just because you won an Oscar!"

"I want both Best Rock Album and Song of the Year at next year's Grammys!"

After saying that, she disappeared behind the door without looking back, leaving behind only a resounding declaration.

Xiao Chen leaned against the railing, watching the car carrying Ivy and Vivi merge into the steel torrent below until it disappeared from sight.

He took out the pick engraved with "A" from his pocket and rubbed it between his fingertips.

His thoughts were pulled back by the vibration of his phone.

Two words appeared on the screen: Aunt Hua.

As soon as the call connected, Wang Jinhua's familiar voice, tinged with excitement and heartache, came through.

"Ah Chen! We've finally wrapped filming!"

"You must be exhausted?"

"The director said you did all your own action scenes. How can you not take care of yourself at all!"

Behind the complaints lies an undeniable pride.

"Well done!"

"I watched Vin Diesel's interview, and he raved about you! He said you're the future of Hollywood!"

As Xiao Chen listened to the rapid-fire words on the other end of the phone, a warm smile appeared on his lips.

No matter how much success he achieved outside, in Wang Jinhua's eyes, he always seemed to be the child who needed to be taken care of.

"Aunt Hua, I'm fine. The crew's safety measures are very good."

"No way!"

Wang Jinhua snorted.

"I've already booked you the earliest flight back to Yanjing for tomorrow!"

"Your mom has been nagging you for months, and there's a ton of work piling up at the company too."

"You have to come back and give me a long vacation!"

Xiao Chen's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Let's cancel the plane tickets first, Aunt Hua."

"I have other things to do."

Wang Jinhua was clearly taken aback for a moment.

"Is there anything else?"

"What could be more important than your rest?" "Do you know how terrifying your current commercial value is?"

"Do you know that your fans in China are going crazy because you haven't shown your face for three months?"

"They've practically crashed Weibo!"

As the current head of Shishiba Culture, he is a top-tier agent in the domestic entertainment industry with absolute authority.

Wang Jinhua is a strategist who has seen all kinds of storms.

But when it comes to Xiao Chen, she always loses her composure.

Because of concern, chaos ensues.

Xiao Chen's answer was concise and to the point.

"I know."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room and looked down at the night view of this film capital.

"Therefore, preparations for the second season of 'Back to Field' can begin."

"...What?"

Wang Jinhua doubted that she had heard correctly.

"Back to Field" is a slow-paced variety show personally planned by Xiao Chen. After the first season aired, it became a nationwide sensation and a phenomenon.

Preparing for a second season is a done deal, but... not now!

"Preparing for the show is fine, but what does that have to do with you coming back to rest?"

Xiao Chen did not answer her question, but changed the subject.

"There's one more thing."

"Help me get in touch with a film crew; I want to audition."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

After a good ten seconds, Wang Jinhua's voice rang out again, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Xiao Chen, say that again?"

Her voice turned cold, even tinged with sternness.

Do you know how intense the filming of "Fast & Furious" was?

"Action scenes make up over 70% of the film!"

"Do you think your body is made of iron?"

"Just came out of a high-intensity film crew, not even out of breath, and you're already moving on to the next one?"

"You're an Oscar winner now!"

"He is one of the world's most bankable superstars!"

"Do you still need to go to an audition?"

"Forget about 'Fast & Furious,' what kind of role is worth you humiliating yourself like this?"

Wang Jinhua was truly anxious and genuinely heartbroken.

She watched Xiao Chen grow from a three-year-old child to who he is today.

Only she knows best how much hardship and toil he endured.

Now that he's at the top of the pyramid, he can slow down, enjoy life, and choose the best scripts.

But he's working even harder than when he was a child star!

Faced with Wang Jinhua's almost roaring questioning, Xiao Chen remained calm.

He could picture Aunt Hua jumping up and down in a panic on the other end of the phone.

"Aunt Hua, trust me."

His voice, transmitted through the electric current, reached Wang Jinhua's ears clearly, carrying a peculiar persuasive power.

"I can't miss this opportunity."

"It's very important."