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

With a convoy clearing the way, the car arrived at Antila's mansion in downtown Mumbai in no time.

From a distance, this 173-meter-tall giant building is particularly eye-catching.

Moreover, the further Li Xiang drove, the more he could feel the extravagance of the building.

He wasn't ignorant, but he needed to make one thing clear—this was a private residence, only for a family of six, not an office building or a commercial mall.

What's even more shocking is that after entering this block, there's a heavy armored vehicle parked every fifty meters.

"Is this an armored vehicle?" Li Xiang asked Deng Wendi, turning his head to the side.

Deng Wendi looked up and slowly nodded: "That's right, it is indeed an armored vehicle."

Before the two could take a closer look, the gate opened to one side, and the vehicle drove into the underground parking garage.

"Mr. Li, Ms. Deng. Your wife and daughter are waiting for you in the lobby. Please come this way."

The group took the elevator directly to the eighth floor.

The elevator doors slid open slowly, and the scene before them shocked the two of them once again.

A row of Indian women stood on each side, and as soon as the two stepped out of the elevator, they raised their hands and scattered flower petals into the air.

A butler-like figure stood by and whispered, "Please come in, esteemed guests. Madam and Miss are waiting for you up ahead."

Li Xiang and Deng Wendi exchanged a glance, immediately composed themselves, and slowly walked inside amidst the falling petals.

At the far end of the hall, Nita Ambani, the matriarch of the Ambani family, and Isa, who is said to be a fan of Li Xiang, stood there with broad smiles...

The host was very courteous, so Li Xiangxiang, as a guest, should not be impolite.

When he and Deng Wendi approached, as the junior among the guests, he was the first to greet them: "Namaste".

When it was Isha's turn, the little girl extended her right hand, clearly not intending to greet him with the traditional Indian greeting.

He glanced at Nita, who was smiling beside him, and seeing that she had no objection, he reached out and shook her hand gently.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Isa."

"Li, may I call you that? I heard your friends call you that. You can just call me Isa."

Faced with the little girl's kindness, Li Xiang's naturally outgoing personality immediately kicked in.

Before he could say more, the mistress, Nita, took out a wreath of roses and jasmine from behind her back and gently placed it around his neck.

Upon seeing this, Li Xiang quickly lowered his head slightly, allowing her to lightly dab a red mark on his forehead with cinnabar.

"Thank you for your blessings, Madam."

"You are also welcome to visit my home. Please don't feel awkward."

As an actor, Li Xiang is actually quite sensitive to emotions.

The mother and daughter in front of me, it's hard to say who the older one is, but the little girl's emotions are impossible to hide.

This allowed him to clearly perceive that the mother and daughter genuinely welcomed their visit.

That's fine. He didn't want it to be like many meetings, full of polite formalities, awkward and tense.

He's here to make friends, not to discuss business.

After all, his personality is quite likable when there are no conflicts of interest.

"Then you won't be polite. This is my first time in India, and I was so excited on the plane that I couldn't sleep..."

Nita was delighted to hear this: "Then let Isa accompany you around, but don't rush, let's have a meal at home first."

"Please don't worry about accommodation. We've already arranged rooms at a nearby hotel, so you can stay more comfortably."

"Also, just call me Auntie. Calling me Madam all the time sounds too formal, especially since you and Isa are friends."

After speaking, she raised her hand to signal the dismissal of the dozen or so servants around her, and then led the group of people to continue walking inside.

Li Xiang was naturally happy to be able to stay here; just by looking at the grandeur and pomp of this place, he knew it was a place with many rules and regulations.

Li Xiang then remembered the gift and hurriedly took two steps toward Xiao Jiang, picking up the gift box he had been holding.

This action also drew the attention of several people.

"It wouldn't be right to come empty-handed on my first visit, so I carefully selected two gifts for Auntie and Isa. I hope you'll like them."

"What a lovely child. I'll have to see what good stuff he has later." Nita smiled and continued leading the group inside.

Li Xiang also took the opportunity to look around at the interior decoration.

The lobby where we met was entirely in Indian style, but as we walked further in, the style of the decor subtly changed.

It has been transformed into the American minimalist style he is familiar with, clean and comfortable. It is clear that the richest woman has put a lot of thought into decorating this place.

The group sat down on the sofa and handed the two gifts to the mother and daughter.

The two were very obliging and opened the gift box on the spot.

Li Xiang believes he understands women quite well.

As Isa picked up the solid gold openwork bag studded with diamonds, a single sentence struck a chord with the little girl.

"Designed by Karl Lagerfeld himself, this is a one-of-a-kind Chanel piece, and I think you'll love it."

Upon hearing this, Isha's eyes lit up immediately. Who could refuse such a unique piece of art?

Made of pure gold, even Li Xiang really likes this bag, or rather, he really likes the heavy feel of gold...

Nita, who was standing nearby, noticed that her expression improved noticeably when she saw her daughter's unique gift.

If a daughter can receive a unique treasure, then the gift for oneself will surely be just as good.

But when she opened her gift box and saw the handbag inside, she was slightly taken aback.

She had seen this bag before; she had seen it with her own eyes on a truly powerful figure who wielded immense influence over the entire country.

"Auntie, this one was specially chosen for you. Although it's not a unique piece, every woman who owns it is one of the most powerful women in the world."

"...I saw it at an event, and it left a deep impression on me."

"Hehe, you must be referring to Princess Muza bint of Qatar, right?"

"You knew about this too?" Nita was clearly surprised.

"Only thirteen of these were ever made worldwide. Before sending them to you, I naturally needed to inquire about the production and distribution process. I couldn't possibly try to fool you with something that can be found anywhere."

"I saw the princess carrying it at a summit, and she used it on many occasions in a row."

"White crocodile skin is already very rare, and this CF bag can be considered the pinnacle of Chanel's bag-making craftsmanship."

"At least in my opinion, it looks better than that Birkin..."

"By the way, Auntie, the rest are in the hands of the Queen of Jordan, the Princess of Saudi Arabia, and the Princess of Monaco, and each of them cherishes one."

As she explained, Nita gently stroked the bag with her fingertips, her smile deepening.

"Li, you have such good taste. It's rare to find someone who appreciates this bag, but I really love it..."