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

Standing next to them was a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap with a somewhat strange expression.

Stephen Chow.

Dilraba is feeling very uneasy right now.

The few hours she flew from Xinjiang City felt like the longest journey of her life.

It wasn't for any other reason than... Stephen Chow, who was sitting across from her, was staring at her almost the entire time.

That look in his eyes... I can't quite describe what it felt like.

It's not like looking at a pretty young girl, but more like a sculptor examining a piece of rough jade.

Or an old farmer is examining a promising seedling.

She felt very uncomfortable looking at her mother and wanted to ask her several times if there was something on her face.

But her mother, Reyila, was excitedly telling Stephen Chow how delicious the baked buns in Xinjiang were.

He was so engrossed in how authentic the braised chicken was that he didn't even notice his daughter's embarrassment.

Now, it has finally come to fruition.

When Dilraba saw the figure walking out of the morning light, she felt her heart skip a beat.

Brother Xiao Chen...

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black athletic shorts.

His wisps of hair, damp with sweat, clung to his smooth forehead. The morning sunlight bathed him, making him glow.

How can he be so good-looking?

Dilraba felt her cheeks start to burn and instinctively shrank back behind her mother.

Just then, Stephen Chow suddenly moved.

He walked a few steps to Xiao Chen and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

Then he gestured with his chin toward Dilraba and spoke in a half-serious, half-joking tone.

"Ah Chen, you have good taste."

"You found a good girlfriend, she's very pretty."

? ? ? ?

Dilraba felt like something had exploded in her head.

Little...girlfriend?

What is Stephen Chow saying?

Her face instantly turned bright red, from her cheeks all the way to her ears, so hot it could fry an egg.

God!

She used to think that Stephen Chow was a high-profile superstar, the King of Comedy, and her idol.

Now I just think of him as a weird uncle who likes to make random jokes!

Upon hearing this, Reyila's eyes lit up instantly; she was overjoyed.

She pulled her daughter out from behind and pushed her to the front.

"Right? Right? Stephen Chow, you have such excellent taste!"

"Our Dilraba has been set on marrying Chenchen since she was little!"

It’s over.

Dilraba felt like dying.

She wished there was a crack in the ground she could crawl into.

She secretly raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao Chen as quickly as possible.

Xiao Chen's expression remained unchanged, but her usually smiling eyes now clearly reflected her disheveled state.

What will he think?

Does he also feel like he's a shameless little girl?

Just as Dilraba's inner monologue was about to reach the end of the world, Xiao Chen smiled.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Stephen Chow's shoulder, his tone relaxed yet tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Stephen Chow, don't talk nonsense."

His voice was clear and pleasant, like a mountain stream, instantly soothing Dilraba's anxiety.

"You scared my sister."

younger sister……

These two words were like a tiny needle, gently pricking Dilraba's heart.

It doesn't hurt, but it's a little sore.

The tiny spark that had just ignited in her heart was instantly extinguished by those two words.

Yes, she's just my younger sister.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always called her Dilraba, his little sister.

It was she who thought too much.

An indescribable disappointment welled up in my heart, but it was quickly replaced by a deep sense of shyness and embarrassment.

Xiao Chen turned to her, his eyes tender.

"Dilraba, this is Uncle Zhou, he's just joking with you."

Dilraba was so nervous that her palms were sweating. She clutched the hem of her skirt and almost didn't dare to look Xiao Chen in the eye.

She lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

"Hello, Uncle Zhou..."

Zhou Xingchi looked at the girl in front of him, who was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground, and touched his nose.

He seemed to realize that his joke had gone a bit too far.

He coughed twice and then stopped talking.

Xiao Chen naturally took over the conversation, breaking the brief awkwardness.

"Auntie, Mr. Stephen Chow, you must be tired from your journey."

"Come in quickly, Guo Rong and Mei Jie are already here."

As he spoke, he naturally took Dilraba's small suitcase from her hands.

My fingertips accidentally touched the back of her hand.

The warm, calloused touch made Dilraba freeze, and she quickly pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.

Xiao Chen seemed oblivious to her odd behavior and carried the suitcase inside.

Dilraba covered her burning face and followed behind her mother, her mind a complete mess.

Just now... just now, Brother Xiao Chen came to my rescue, right?

He said it was his younger sister because he didn't want me to feel awkward.

Yes, that must be it!

A young girl's mind is always like this; one second she's in the abyss of despair.

The next second, a trivial detail can pull you back up and rekindle your hope.

She comforted herself in this way, and her mood finally calmed down a bit.

After all, they're going to be staying here for several days.

There is ample time.

Wang Jinhua pulled her suitcase, walking hurriedly.

She had just come from the dock, following behind several distinguished guests who had just disembarked.

"Chenchen, Aunt Hua will take them to settle in first."

Wang Jinhua wiped away her sweat.

She looked at her eighteen-year-old cash cow with eyes full of affection.

Xiao Chen turned his head to the side.

That face, kissed by God, looked almost unreal in the sunlight.

His facial features were deep-set.

His features possess both the cool elegance of an Eastern man and a heroic spirit that drives Western media wild.

He smiled.

Those peach blossom eyes were slightly curved.

"Aunt Hua, thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Chen's voice was magnetic.

He didn't say much, but simply handed over a bottle of chilled soda water.

"Let's get Stephen Chow and the others to rest first; the sun on this island is too strong."

Wang Jinhua took the water.

She felt extremely at ease.

The group walked into the villa, while Xiao Chen and his friends prepared to have a barbecue under the shade of the trees on the beach for lunch.

The hotel is right behind the beach, where the sand is as fine as flour.

The sunlight poured down without any obstruction.

Every grain of sand is glowing.

Xiao Chen stood next to a specially made infrared barbecue grill.

His long, slender fingers held a silver clip as he turned a piece of top-grade A5 Wagyu beef.

The grease dripped onto the charcoal fire with a sizzling sound.

The aroma, mixed with the salty smell of the sea, instantly whetted my appetite.

Xiao Chen turned around and continued what he was doing.

"Hey, Ah Chen, your technique is getting more and more skillful."

The speaker is Leslie Cheung.

This superstar, who holds an unparalleled position in the Asian film industry, was wearing only a loose white shirt and squatting next to Xiao Chen.

My eyes were fixed on that sizzling, oily piece of beef.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but tease him.

"Brother, are you afraid I'll burn your portion?"