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

Dilraba suddenly looked up and met Xiao Chen's deep, pool-like eyes.

It felt like a sharp needle had been plunged into the softest part of her heart.

Yes.

How bleak her life would be without Xiao Chen.

"One more time."

Xiao Chen patted her head, stepped back to his original spot, and instantly transformed back into the mischievous Fang Yifan.

"Qiao Yingzi! If you dare to jump, I'll jump with you!"

"We'll both be in the newspaper then."

"I've already thought of a title: 'The star-crossed lovers commit suicide by drowning.' Your mother will be furious!"

Xiao Chen shouted as he stumbled over and grabbed Reba's arm.

Tears welled up in Dilraba's eyes.

That wasn't acting; it was an outburst of extreme fear.

"What's it to you! Get out of here! Fang Yifan, get out of here!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, then grabbed Xiao Chen tightly with surprising strength.

At this moment, the entire audience held their breath.

Veteran actor Wu Mengda kept nodding behind the monitor, muttering to himself.

"This kid really knows how to lead a show."

The director was so excited that he spun around on the spot.

"Cut! Good! Perfect!"

Dilraba hadn't recovered yet, her face buried in Xiao Chen's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Xiao Chen slowly took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped her face haphazardly.

"Look at this little kitten."

"Don't get it on my school uniform, the props department will deduct money from your paycheck."

Dilraba was amused and burst into laughter through her tears.

"Acting... is really hard. I felt like my heart was breaking just now."

She sighed sincerely.

Xiao Chen nodded and casually unscrewed a bottle of water, handing it over.

"The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the details."

"This bowl of rice doesn't taste good."

His words were concise, yet they revealed a calm composure born from a profound understanding of the world.

Dilraba looked at him with eyes full of admiration.

"Not everyone can be like you, able to play any role convincingly."

Xiao Chen simply raised an eyebrow, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the director's booth.

His net worth is already over 100 million, but on set, he is always the most punctual and cooperative actor.

Night falls.

The city of Beijing is brightly lit at night, but for Xiao Chen, the busy period has only just begun.

After finishing filming for "A Little Reunion," he immediately went into the project office for "Avatar."

This place is filled with all sorts of strange sensing devices and huge artistic sketches.

A technical supervisor, covered in sweat, hurried over.

"Brother Chen, about the skin texture of the Na'vi."

"The special effects team in Hollywood said that current rendering technology can hardly achieve the crystal-clear look you are asking for."

Xiao Chen stared at the data model on the screen, his fingertips lightly tapping the table.

"Add a bioluminescence layer to the algorithm, instead of obsessively working with the renderer, adjust the lighting compensation."

"I want the texture of deep-sea fish, not plastic."

He didn't even look up, his tone as cold as ice.

In the world of Avatar, he is no longer the carefree Fang Yifan, but the creator who controls everything.

He personally reviews every single art design draft.

Because he knew that this was not just a movie, but a showcase for Chinese cinema's attempt to reach the world's pinnacle.

Just as I was busy, the door opened.

Wang Jinhua walked in, wearing high heels, holding a gold-embossed invitation in her hand.

"Xiao Chen, take a break."

Xiao Chen looked up, his face quickly switching to the obedient demeanor he usually displayed in front of his elders.

"Aunt Hua, if you don't sleep at night, your skin will get worse."

He was so sweet-talking that Wang Jinhua had no temper with him.

Wang Jinhua rolled her eyes at him and slammed the invitation on the table.

"Don't try that on me, kid."

"We received a letter from the United States; The Voice of China wants to invite you to be a mentor."

Xiao Chen didn't answer, he just glanced at it.

"No time, busy planting trees."

He was referring to Pandora from Avatar.

Wang Jinhua sat down and spoke earnestly.

"This is being broadcast live globally; you're their only first choice."

"After 'Baby' won the Grammy, your fans in North America went crazy writing letters."

"I hope to see you on TV."

"Besides, consider this a warm-up for your Avatar."

"You're not unaware of the doubts they're having about your filmmaking over there."

Xiao Chen fell into a brief silence.

He was all too aware of the power struggle behind this invitation.

Americans are arrogant, yet they also admire the strong.

He played Jack in Titanic and won an Oscar for Best Actor; that speaks for itself through his work.

Becoming a mentor now is about exerting influence.

Xiao Chen looked out the window.

"Aunt Hua, if I go, will my schedule be able to handle it?"

Wang Jinhua smiled, a smile like that of a kind old mother.

"You're the boss, what you say goes."

"But Xiaochen, your stage shouldn't be limited to just this small area in China."

Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Alright, let's go meet those foreigners."

"But let me make this clear from the start, you'll have to pay extra."

Wang Jinhua slapped him.

Are you still short of money?

"You're the most handsome billionaire in all of Asia!"

Xiao Chen shrugged, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the figure walking towards the room, and deliberately teased.

"Who doesn't want more money?"

"I also have a little sister, I can leave her to Dilraba as part of her dowry later."

Dilraba happened to hear this as she walked in through the door.

The little girl's face flushed bright red instantly, and she almost dropped the lunchbox she was holding.

"Brother Xiao Chen, what...what nonsense are you talking about!"

Xiao Chen turned around, looked at Dilraba's embarrassed state, and laughed like a villain.

"Oh, Xiao Yingzi brought lunch?"

"Perfect timing, I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow."

He got up, walked over, and naturally took the lunchbox.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was breathtakingly beautiful under the lights.

Outside the door, several young interns peeked through the crack in the door.

"My God, Xiao Chen is a million times more handsome in person than on the big screen!"

"Did he just smile at Dilraba? My heart is melting."

As Xiao Chen unpacked his lunchbox, he casually dealt with the stares.

He was used to it long ago.

From Hong Wending in "The New Legend of Shaolin," he knew that his face was his greatest weapon.

But he also knows that in this arena of fame and fortune, only all-around ability can keep him at the top forever.

"Aunt Hua, tell those Americans that I can be a mentor, but I have the right to decide the team's competition format."

Xiao Chen took a bite of the rib, his eyes calm.

"If they don't agree, then let them find someone else."

Looking at his composed demeanor, Wang Jinhua felt a sense of admiration.

This child, who became famous at the age of three, has truly grown into someone everyone looks up to.

"Okay, whatever you say."

"That's because you're the precious darling of our Shiba Culture."

Xiao Chen smiled and turned to look at Dilraba.

"Yingzi, don't expect me to give you candy for that crying scene tomorrow."

Dilraba clenched her little fists angrily.

"I'm sure I can act well, Brother Xiao Chen, just you wait and see!"