Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: This Top Star Has Real Achievements

Anna, standing on the highest step of the museum, gazed at the radiant figure in the center of the red carpet and slowly gave a satisfied smile.

This scene was precisely captured by the on-site cameras and simultaneously projected onto the giant screen outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

The scene suddenly split in two: on the left, Anna gazes at Li Xiang from afar, while on the right, Li Xiang stands on the red carpet, looking down on everyone.

The excitement reached its peak, and even the guests who had already arrived couldn't help but sneak out to peek at Li, who looked like a king on the red carpet.

Karl Lagerfeld, who was standing behind Li Xiang in line, was also getting restless in the car.

He quietly rolled down the car window a little, took off his sunglasses that he always wore, and peered at Li Xiang's appearance through the gap, his mind churning with inspiration.

Seeing Li Xiang walking further and further away, he finally couldn't wait any longer. He said something to the driver, then disregarded the order of appearance, pushed open the door, got out of the car, and strode towards the red carpet.

Meanwhile, Li Xiang was enduring the intense heat and discomfort caused by the constant flashing lights, while still trying to maintain a cool and handsome appearance.

Just then, the previously intermittent clicking of camera shutters suddenly became even more frequent and rapid.

A sudden burst of exclamations and commotion erupted from the media crowd on both sides of the red carpet.

He was slightly startled and hadn't even turned around when he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder.

Only then did Li Xiang belatedly realize that someone was behind him. He subconsciously thought that he was walking too slowly and had delayed the other people's red carpet process.

But the moment he turned his head and looked up, he was met with Karl Lagerfeld's iconic white-haired, sunglasses-wearing face.

Karl, who is usually aloof and reserved, and always carries a sense of distance, now has an undisguised smile in his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.

Before Li Xiang could react, she took a step forward and gave him a generous and solemn hug.

The moment they embraced, Karl leaned close to his ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Kid, the Chanel endorsement is yours."

This sudden interaction became the third wave of impact, with the sound of media shutters almost overturning the scene, and countless films being "murdered" by this spectacle.

With Karl by his side, Li Xiang could no longer stop and let the media shout as he had done before, even if it was just to keep up with Karl's pace.

The two quickened their pace and finally reached the top of the steps.

Anna first gave Karl a hug, then turned to Li Xiang, but didn't speak immediately. Instead, she reached out her hand.

She kept fiddling with the lifelike wolf head on his tuxedo—she must have been unable to suppress her curiosity while watching from the steps.

My fingertips gently traced the texture of the wolf's head, as if confirming its lifelike quality, satisfying this small "obsession."

She then opened her arms and gave Li Xiang a hug, her voice filled with admiration: "You look much better than in the design drafts. You're definitely the best dressed person here."

Then he released her hand and stepped aside, gesturing, "Let's go inside first. We can talk in more detail later."

Although the venue wasn't as noisy as outside, it was still bustling with people.

Media outlets, holding microphones and carrying cameras, surrounded the invited fashion figures in twos and threes for interviews.

Seeing Li Xiang, the MVP of the game, walk in with Karl, some media outlets even abandoned their interviewees—

It was that Sharon the bastard who rushed up to the two of them: "Karl, who is this? Could you introduce us?"

"What, haven't you received the May issue of Vogue yet? Just flip through the pages and you'll find out."

Okay, let me introduce you. This is Ethan Li, a film actor from China and a rising star in the fashion world.

The reporters were even more surprised to hear that Li Xiang had already appeared in the May issue of Vogue, and they all thrust microphones at him.

"Ethan Li, is this your first time attending the Met Gala?"

"Yes, I came at Ms. Anna's invitation, and it is an honor to participate in such a grand event."

When pressed for his impression of the United States, he smiled and replied, "Very good, a bustling metropolis, very vibrant."

There was no exaggerated praise in his words, yet they were also impeccable. Soon, the topic shifted to his tuxedo.

"This look is a new collaboration with Ms. Guo Pei, a renowned designer from China, and we hope it will showcase the unique aspects of Eastern aesthetics."

As they were talking, Carl was called away by several old friends, leaving only Li Xiang to deal with the media's questions.

After finally escaping the media's entanglement, Li Xiang was able to walk into the venue.

Before arriving, he truly hadn't expected the museum to be so large, and the area used for reception tonight was clearly adjacent to the Egyptian section—

At least he recognized the Temple of Dandor, which he had seen online, not far away at a glance.

Before he could even look around to see if he recognized anyone, a tall, slender, and radiant actress had already walked through the crowd and headed straight for him.

It turns out to be Blake Lively, one of the stars of "Gossip Girl".

Li Xiang did have a good impression of her, partly because she and Fan Xiaopang had somewhat similar circumstances—

While her subsequent film and television works may not have reached the top tier, she has consistently maintained her position as a super-first-tier star, thanks to her excellent fashion resources and the favor of designers.

Secondly, he knew that Karl Lagerfeld had always favored her, and more importantly, in ten years, she would become one of the co-chairs of the Met Gala.

"Ethan Li?" Blake spoke first, his smile bright and cheerful, with a hint of familiarity.

"I noticed you on the red carpet just now, this outfit is absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, Blake. Your appearance was just as impressive, and you're even more radiant in person than on TV—you're the epitome of an American girl."

"Is this what you think American girls should be like?"

"After watching Gossip Girl, I feel that those well-bred socialites should be as bright, free-spirited, and have an undeniable air of sophistication as you."

"Oh, dear Li, you're such a sweetheart." Blake's eyes crinkled with laughter at the compliment.

Just then, Carl's voice broke in from the side, tinged with sarcasm: "That kid's mouth is so sweet it could kill you."

Li Xiang turned his head and saw Karl holding a wine glass, with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Seeing this, Blake laughed out loud, then waved his hand at Carl, "Don't embarrass me, it's rare for someone to praise me, and praise me so well."

"Haha, I'm not trying to undermine you. If you spend more time with this kid, you'll find that he's not only sweet-talking, but also has unique insights into fashion, which is somewhat similar to you."

And as his senior, you should mentor him more in the future, since you'll be collaborating on many projects together.

Blake Lively immediately understood the implied meaning.

The Empress Dowager has always been protective of her own, so for her to entrust her with this responsibility must mean she is someone she cherishes—back in the day, she was also mentored by Karl in the same way.

She immediately looked at Li Xiang with a face full of surprise: "Darling, does that mean you're joining the Chanel family too?"

Li Xiang didn't reply immediately, since he hadn't started writing yet. He subconsciously looked at Karl.

"You have passed the final test and proven your fashion influence."

From this day forward, your name will be known throughout America. Chanel needs an ambassador like you, and the brand and I are very pleased to have you.