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

Easy to raise children?

Big butt?

These are words that are simply unthinkable in the entertainment industry.

"Hey, Lao Wang, just shut up!"

Another sharp-eyed older woman pointed at Yang Mi and the others.

"Didn't you see those three girls standing next to Xiaochen?"

"Each one is more beautiful than the last, like fairies descended from heaven."

"Her waist is so slender, it makes my mouth water."

All the middle-aged women turned their attention to Yang Mi and her two companions.

In that instant, the three of them felt as if they were receiving some kind of sacred military parade.

"She's pretty, but she's too thin."

The middle-aged woman leading the group gave Liu Shishi a critical look at her slender waist and shook her head.

"Her waist is as thin as a willow branch. What if it breaks when she gets pregnant?"

"The girls in our village are strong and capable, and they're excellent at working."

Liu Shishi's face flushed red instantly, and she wanted to refute but didn't know where to begin.

Tang Yan looked down at her legs and fell into deep self-doubt.

Yang Mi was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

She's a workaholic who's incredibly successful in the entertainment industry, but in the eyes of older women, she's become a symbol of bad luck?

It's just a butt!

At worst... at worst, she can just sign up for a gym when she gets back!

Xiao Chen was sitting at his computer, adjusting the next playlist, seemingly unaware of what was happening here.

Actually, he has very sharp ears, and he can't hide the mischievous smile on his lips.

"Alright, alright, ladies, let's continue!"

He stood up and waved his hand, rescuing the three girls from their predicament.

"Let's try something really difficult this time!"

The music started again, and laughter once more overshadowed the awkwardness.

Meanwhile, behind the monitor at the other end of the Mushroom House.

The director was staring intently at the screen with a dark expression.

"Director, it's almost five o'clock."

The assistant director offered a cautious reminder.

"They didn't plant a single tree, they didn't till the land, they just danced there."

The director pushed up his glasses and snorted coldly.

"Jump! Let them jump!"

"I don't believe they can skip out on a dinner."

"I had already warned them beforehand that they were strictly forbidden from accepting anything from the villagers."

"No matter how handsome Xiao Chen is, he can't break the rules."

He was thinking to himself that once these people were tired and hungry from dancing, they would have to come back and beg the production team for help.

At that time, wouldn't Xiao Chen, who has always broken the rules, be at his mercy?

Influenced by Xiao Chen's peaceful personality, the chief director has now completely embraced the fun with them.

It seems like this isn't a variety show anymore, but some kind of game of wits and courage.

The assistant director wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Director, what if the older women insist on giving it to us?"

It mainly depends on how much the older women like Xiao Chen; it's hard not to force them to give him things.

Xiao Chen now.

But they're even closer to these aunties' own grandchildren!

The director's tone was resolute.

"You're not allowed to take it even if it's offered to you!"

"Taking it would be a violation, and we'll deduct all of this season's activity budget!"

The director was full of confidence, and looking at the figure jumping around happily on the screen, he even felt a little smug.

So what if you're a genius?

So what if he's a movie star?

When it's my show, you have to follow my routine!

Village entrance.

Sweat streamed down Xiao Chen's temples.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at the sky.

The setting sun had completely sunk behind the mountains, and the sky was dyed a magnificent orange-red.

"It's almost time."

He muttered something to himself, his voice very soft.

Yang Mi walked over, panting, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. This dance was more tiring than lifting weights at the gym.

"Xiao Chen, are you really not planning to work?"

"The director is watching closely. Without ingredients, we'll be starving for dinner."

Xiao Chen smiled but didn't respond.

He turned around and bowed to the women.

"That's all for today, ladies. I'll bring new songs next time."

The older women looked reluctant to part with it.

"Xiao Chen, eat before you leave!"

"Take some cured pork home with you, it's homemade and smells amazing!"

"Yes, yes, and I also have fresh vegetables from my garden; I'll go pick them for you right now!"

Xiao Chen waved his hand, his tone firm yet gentle.

"I'm not bringing him anymore. The director said that bringing him would be bullying him, and I can't let him cry."

These words made the older women burst into laughter, while the director was so angry that he slapped his thigh backstage.

Xiao Chen led his group away from the square.

The cameramen originally thought they would follow the path back to the Mushroom House.

But as Xiao Chen walked, he suddenly turned a corner and headed towards the two program crew vehicles parked at the village entrance.

"Get in the car."

Xiao Chen uttered two words briefly.

"what?"

Dilraba was stunned.

"Aren't we going to plant trees?"

Xiao Chen nimbly climbed into the driver's seat.

"We're not planting anymore, we're going on strike today."

This face, praised by countless top photographers as a "divine profile," is now filled with calmness and decisiveness.

As if sensing something, Leslie Cheung smiled knowingly and casually opened the passenger door.

"Interesting. Xiao Chen, lead the way, you can't go wrong."

Anita Mui also pulled Dilraba into the car.

Yang Mi, Liu Shishi, and Tang Yan looked at each other, and finally gritted their teeth and got into the car behind.

The wheels kicked up a cloud of dust.

The cameramen were completely dumbfounded.

"Quick! Keep up! Keep up!"

The accompanying cameraman quickly started another car and gave chase.

The director's heart-wrenching roar came through the walkie-talkie.

"What's going on? Where did they go?"

"Aren't we going back to the Mushroom House? That road leads to town, right?"

"Xiao Chen! Stop right there!"

However, Xiao Chen seemed not to hear the noise from the walkie-talkie.

He skillfully shifted gears and pressed the accelerator, the car drawing a beautiful curve on the winding mountain road.

The wheels rolled over the gravel, raising a cloud of yellowish dust, like two restless dragons leaving rebellious marks on the winding mountain road.

The show's two vans were "hijacked" by their core guests right in front of everyone.

Xiao Chen also thoughtfully crammed two cameramen into each car.

At this moment, Wang Qiang, the cameraman sitting in the back seat, held the camera so steadily it looked like it was welded to his shoulder.

But his heart trembled like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

Through the lens, he looked at Xiao Chen's profile, which was gilded in the afterglow of the setting sun, calm, composed, and even with a hint of relaxed ease.

This is hardly a strike.

This is clearly a premeditated escape!

Another cameraman, Xiao Li, was on the verge of tears. He pressed his earpiece with trembling hands and spoke in a very low voice.

It was as if they were afraid of alerting the robbers driving in front.

"Director...Director...Can you hear me?"

There was a moment of silence on the walkie-talkie, followed by an ear-piercing roar from the director.

"Nonsense! I'm not deaf!"

"What's going on?"

Where are you all?

"What is Xiao Chen going to do?!"

Xiao Li's lips trembled.

"Director...Brother Xiao Chen...he...he drove us out of the village..."