Chapter 354 is all about spoiling our fans! One more song!

The lingering melody of "Because of Love" still echoes above the Workers' Stadium.

Xiao Chen stood in the center of the stage, the spotlight focused on his breathtaking face.

Even with a net worth of hundreds of millions and having won the highest honors at the Grammys and Oscars, he still maintains that carefree attitude under the spotlight.

"Haven't you heard enough?"

Xiao Chen leaned on the microphone pole with one hand, tilted his head, and raised an eyebrow at the tens of thousands of audience members below the stage who were practically screaming their lungs out.

"Xiao Chen! One more! Xiao Chen!"

He was met with a deafening roar of shouts, so fervent that it seemed to rip the roof off the Workers' Stadium.

Ye Huimei sat in the front row, watching her son's composed demeanor, and rubbed her slightly sore nose with satisfaction.

Wang Jinhua had already started contacting the security company to send more people; the current situation was clearly beyond what was originally planned.

"Jinhua, how did Xiaochen grow up to be so outstanding?"

Ye Huimei lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of unreal daze.

Wang Jinhua closed her phone, her eyes sparkling with the shrewdness of a professional woman and the loving kindness of an old mother.

"Yes, looking at the entire entertainment industry, it's impossible to replicate a star as outstanding as Xiao Chen."

On stage, Xiao Chen made a gesture toward the side of the stage, a secret signal to the sound engineer to add more music.

Avril stood to the side, panting heavily, staring at Xiao Chen with the look of someone looking at an alien. His stamina and his control of the situation were simply unscientific.

Xiao Chen casually grabbed a guitar, and the moment he strummed the strings, a clear and catchy melody instantly captivated everyone's ears.

"I dedicate this song, 'Unavoidable Love,' to all my friends who came to support me tonight without having dinner."

The moment he opened his mouth, his voice carried a unique languid quality that precisely struck the hearts of all the men and women present.

"I can't forget the first time I saw you, your captivating eyes..."

The male fans in the audience roared along while thinking to themselves, "This guy is not only ugly, but his singing is also so captivating. How can anyone live like this?"

Even a middle-aged man in his forties couldn't help but wave his glow stick, thinking of his long-lost first love.

Xiao Chen sang as he walked, occasionally reaching out to high-five fans in the front row. Each touch triggered a scream loud enough to set off an earthquake alarm.

A little girl sitting in the second row had a hoarse voice, but she still tried her best to squeeze out, just to catch a glimpse of that profile that foreign media had hailed as an "Oriental miracle".

When the song ended, Xiao Chen tossed his guitar behind him and bowed to the entire audience.

"We really have to leave. If we don't, Old Li from the venue will start asking me for overtime pay."

His signature Beijing-style humor drew laughter from the entire audience, and the originally sad atmosphere of parting was completely dissolved by his words.

Avril followed him off the stage, and before even entering the dressing room, she couldn't help but complain.

"Chen, your fans are even crazier than London football hooligans, I'm going deaf."

Xiao Chen took the towel from the staff member, wiped his sweat, and revealed an extremely irritatingly bright smile.

"That's called charm, Miss Ai. You'll get used to it."

Backstage, Wang Jinhua and her team had already surrounded them, and more than a dozen phones were vibrating simultaneously—a barrage of messages from various media outlets and brands.

"My goodness, you're trending again! Five trending topics, all about you and Avril Lavigne."

Xiao Chen took the bottle of mineral water and gulped down a large mouthful. His eyes were bright, and he showed no signs of fatigue from singing and dancing for three hours straight.

"Let them write whatever they want, as long as they don't write that I sing off-key, it doesn't matter what they say."

He remained calm and collected, something he had dreamed of when he was an extra in his past life, and was nothing new in this life.

At this point, the internet, just as Wang Jinhua had said, had completely exploded.

The servers of a certain blog were almost paralyzed, and the headline read: #XiaoChenAvrilWorkersGymnasiumCenturyDuel#.

In the comments section below, netizens from all walks of life are arguing fiercely, with CP (couple pairing) fans and solo fans refusing to back down.

"That eye contact, that back-to-back posture—if you say they haven't talked, I'll eat my keyboard live on stream!"

"Wake up, upstairs. My brother Chen is a professional actor. When he played Jack, didn't he look at Rose with the same expression?"

"Just a casual observer, but Xiao Chen's face truly embodies a global aesthetic standard. Is this kind of appearance even real?"

Many longtime movie fans are reminiscing and have dug up photos of Xiao Chen at age three from "The New Legend of Shaolin."

"Watching him grow from Hung Wending into a movie star, who can understand that feeling? A devoted fan here!"

The striking resemblance between that childhood photo—with its rosy lips, white teeth, and dashing appearance—and the stunning young man on stage today is incredibly powerful.

Not only ordinary viewers, but also many industry insiders are secretly observing.

An artist who had worked with Xiao Chen on the sitcom "Home with Kids" quietly liked the trending topic, but then quickly unliked it.

Backstage at the concert, Xiao Chen sank into a soft sofa, looking at the report that Wang Jinhua handed him.

"The download count for the single 'Because of Love' has broken records, and a few old friends from the Grammys have sent their congratulations."

Wang Jinhua sat opposite him, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, a gaze that seemed to linger on both an artwork and a money tree.

"Chen'er, you need to give me a straight answer about what happened between you and Avril. Are you going to suppress the rumors or not?"

Xiao Chen played with the lighter in his hand, the flame reflecting in his deep eyes, flickering on and off.

"Aunt Hua, some things are most valuable when they are kept in a daze."

His words were incredibly shrewd; he sounded more like a seasoned old fox who had been navigating the world of fame and fortune for decades than a young man in his early twenties.

Ye Huimei pushed open the door and came in, carrying a bowl of freshly cooked noodles.

"Big Movie Star, I don't care about your net worth of hundreds of millions, just eat this bowl of noodles first, don't go hungry."

Xiao Chen immediately put on a well-behaved look and grinned as he moved closer.

"My own mother still loves me the most. Aunt Hua only wants me to go out and perform."

Wang Jinhua rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This family, or rather this top-tier community of interests, appears exceptionally stable because of Xiao Chen's presence.

Outside the window, the lights of Beijing still shone brightly, and countless people were still recreating tonight's video.

He himself was simply eating his bowl of noodles quietly, pondering the script for his next film.

To outsiders, he is a top star, a god-like figure, and an all-around idol, but to him, it is nothing more than a performance he has been carefully managing in this lifetime.

"Chen, the fans outside haven't left yet; they're all calling your name."

The staff member jogged in to report, his face full of amazement.

Xiao Chen put down his chopsticks, walked to the French windows, and looked at the flickering lights below.

He waved his hand lightly, though the people below couldn't see it at all.

"Tell them to go home and get some sleep. Tomorrow, Boss Xiao will be taking them to conquer the stars and the sea."

Only Xiao Chen could speak with such an arrogant yet humorous tone without it being annoying; on the contrary, it made people feel that it was only natural.

After all, he certainly has the looks, the wealth, and the confidence to back it up.