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

Xiao Chen stood back in front of the cabin backdrop.

He closed his eyes again.

The outside noise, Avril Lavigne's antics, the gossip on set...

Everything was rejected by him at this moment.

When he opened his eyes again, all that remained in those deep eyes was Jack's love for life.

"Titanic, Scene 1, Shot 1!"

"The second time!"

"Action!"

The interior of the car was cramped and stuffy. Water droplets sprayed by the prop team condensed on the glass and slowly slid down, leaving ambiguous marks.

The camera moves silently, capturing light and shadow.

Cameron sat behind the monitor, the entire set so quiet that only the faint hum of the machines could be heard.

Hathaway adjusted her breathing.

She told herself it was just acting.

She has worked with more Hollywood actors than the newspapers list.

What kind of intimate scenes haven't I seen?

She is a professional actress.

However, when Xiao Chen's gaze fell upon her, Hathaway's heart skipped a beat.

That wasn't Xiao Chen's gaze.

That belongs to Jack.

It is full of untamed passion, fervor, and a deep affection that almost burns one to ashes.

His hand covered the back of her hand, the warm touch penetrating through the thin costume.

It felt like an electric current, instantly coursing through my limbs and bones.

Hathaway felt her cheeks burning.

She tried her best to maintain the shyness and initiative that Ruth should have, but her body unconsciously became a little stiff.

Xiao Chen noticed.

His movements did not stop, but his other hand gently wrapped around her waist.

An almost imperceptible supporting force instantly relaxed her tense body.

His approach carried a refreshing and pleasant scent, not from any cologne, but simply his own fragrance.

Hathaway's mind went completely blank.

What were the lines in the script again?

How should she react?

She completely forgot.

All she saw was those deep eyes getting closer and closer, reflecting her own panicked face.

His lips were soft and burning hot.

It doesn't look like acting.

It's more like a story so real it couldn't be more real, a tale of Jack and Rose's downfall.

Hathaway completely abandoned any thought and surrendered herself entirely to the role, or rather, to the man before her.

Behind the monitor, Cameron's eyes were wide open, like saucers.

"My God..."

He muttered to himself.

He even forgot to shout.

"cut".

In the video, the two young people are very close.

Every breath, every tremor, is filled with primal vitality and a desperate beauty.

This is not acting.

This is a genuine outpouring of emotion!

Hathaway was completely drawn into the play by Xiao Chen.

She was no longer herself; she was the noblewoman who grasped the last spark of love aboard the apocalyptic ship.

It wasn't until the film reel was almost finished rolling that Cameron had to whisper a reminder before he snapped out of his daze and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Cut! Cut!"

"Perfect!!"

His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

The lights in the set came back on.

Hathaway seemed to have all her strength drained away, slumping in her seat and panting heavily.

Her face turned as red as a ripe tomato, and she didn't dare to look up at anyone.

So embarrassing.

She completely lost control while acting.

Xiao Chen acted as if nothing had happened.

He calmly sat up straight, picked up the towel next to him, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then he turned to look at Hathaway, a gentle smile on his lips.

"How are you?"

His voice was clear and bright, completely detached from the character of Jack.

Hathaway shuddered, her heart pounding.

She nodded haphazardly, her gaze wandering, avoiding eye contact with him.

"I...I'm fine."

She picked up the costumes scattered around her and practically fled.

Watching Hathaway's hurried departure, the crew members exchanged knowing glances.

Everyone present felt the tension of what just happened.

That wasn't an act at all.

The jewel of Hollywood has been completely captivated by this young man from the East.

Xiao Chen touched his nose with a hint of helplessness.

He was simply performing according to his own understanding of the role.

……

After a day of filming, everyone gradually left the set.

Wang Jinhua was discussing tomorrow's work arrangements with Xiao Chen when Hathaway walked over.

She had changed back into her own clothes and wore delicate makeup, but the turmoil in her eyes had not completely subsided.

She walked up to Xiao Chen, stood still, and seemed to have mustered up a great deal of courage.

"resemble."

Her voice sounded a little strained.

Xiao Chen and Wang Jinhua both stopped talking and looked at her.

"Is something the matter, Hathaway?"

Xiao Chen's tone was as gentle and polite as ever.

Hathaway bit her lower lip, as if she had made a major decision.

She took out a thin card from her handbag and stuffed it into Xiao Chen's hand without saying a word.

The movements were so fast that Xiao Chen and Wang Jinhua didn't even have time to react.

That was a hotel room key.

Hathaway spoke quickly, and a certain expectation flickered in her blue eyes.

"If you...would like to rehearse a scene or discuss the script."

"You can come see me anytime."

After saying that, she turned and left quickly without waiting for Xiao Chen's reply.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground carried a hint of panic.

Xiao Chen looked down at the room key in his hand, feeling both amused and exasperated.

What is this?

Is Hollywood always this direct in its approach?

Wang Jinhua, standing next to him, had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

She snatched the room key from Xiao Chen's hand as if it were a hot potato.

"Nonsense!"

She lowered her voice, unable to hide the shock and anger in her tone.

Xiao Chen shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"Aunt Hua, this isn't my fault."

Wang Jinhua glared at him, then looked around. Fortunately, most people had already left, and no one noticed the commotion.

She pulled Xiao Chen along and walked quickly toward the nanny van, muttering to herself as she went.

"What kind of mess is this?!"

"One Avril Lavigne chased him to the set, the other Hathaway handed him a room key!"

"Are you some kind of Tang Monk's flesh?"

Back in her hotel suite, Wang Jinhua finally snapped.

She slammed the room key on the table and paced back and forth in the living room with her hands on her hips.

"Hathaway! How dare she!"

"You're only seventeen!"

"If your mom finds out, she'll definitely blame me for not keeping a close eye on you!"

Wang Jinhua was so angry that her forehead hurt.

Even when Xiao Chen was a child, she knew that with his face, he would never lack girls who liked him.

But she never expected it to be such a lack of methods.

The most popular rock diva in the United States pursued her love to the world-renowned film crew and confessed her feelings in public.

A rising star in Hollywood, hailed as Julia Roberts' successor, directly alludes to unspoken rules and shady dealings.

This is just one movie being filmed in the United States!

Wang Jinhua simply couldn't imagine what would happen when Xiao Chen turned eighteen and fully blossomed.

How crazy would women all over the world go for him!