Chapter 355 The Enviable Trending Status

Late at night, the neon lights of Beijing were still on.

The glow of the phone screen reflected countless faces, some filled with envy and others with jealousy.

The agent of a popular young actor stared at the top of the trending search list, where the glaring "Xiao Chen and Avril Lavigne appear together on the same stage" felt like a thorn in his side.

Their team has to beg and plead to buy even a handful of spots on the leaderboard, while Xiao Chen, in the time it takes him to sleep, can cause the entire internet to crash.

Looking at Xiao Chen's unrestrained and arrogant demeanor with his guitar on the screen, Na Wenzhang slammed his phone down in despair.

"Is this appearance even reasonable?"

Even top photographers in the industry often privately marvel that Xiao Chen's face doesn't need any color correction; it has a natural film-like quality.

It was as if God was feeding him, even thoughtfully feeding him right to his mouth.

The emblem had just become popular recently, and he wanted to break through his influence again in one fell swoop, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't.

Xiao Chen's influence was always above his own, which made him very uncomfortable.

No, he has to find a way to become even more popular.

He believed that his life should be smooth sailing!

……

the other side.

The next morning, the nanny van was parked in the airport VIP lane.

Avril Lavigne carried her graffiti guitar, her eyes slightly red.

She looked at Xiao Chen, the Eastern man who could resonate with her on stage but was as calm and composed as water in private.

"Chen, I really don't want to leave."

Xiao Chen gently straightened her scarf, which had slipped down.

"Airplane fuel costs wait for no one."

His tone was light and cheerful, with a hint of reassuring power in his banter.

Avril was amused and turned to hug Ye Huimei who was standing next to her.

"Ye, thank you for taking care of me. I'll be back soon."

Ye Huimei smiled kindly and patted the girl's back.

"There's always a place for you at home, whenever you want to come."

Xiao Chen stood to the side, hands in his pockets, his face, which could unify global aesthetic standards, glowed white in the sunlight.

He raised his hand and waved it casually.

"Next time you come, remember to bring some insider information about the Grammys."

Avril burst into laughter through her tears and boarded the plane, turning back every few steps.

After seeing Avril off, Xiao Chen stretched, his bones making a soft cracking sound.

Wang Jinhua turned her head from the passenger seat, and the thick report in her hand had been replaced with a new itinerary.

"Chen'er, the car is ready over there. You should go record the show."

Xiao Chen nodded and closed his eyes to rest.

His journey had been so smooth that even his soul, reborn once again, occasionally felt a little bored.

But "Back to Field" is different; it's a "retirement" paradise that he personally planned.

As the car entered the small village, the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and vegetation.

Xiao Chen pushed open the wooden fence, and before he could even stand up straight, his signature laughter echoed from the yard.

"Wow, our international superstar has decided to come back?"

Leslie Cheung, dressed in a simple linen shirt and holding a tattered palm-leaf fan, was sitting in the shade of a tree, enjoying the cool air.

Mei Yanfang, who was busy tending to the flowers and plants, straightened up upon hearing this and glared at Xiao Chen reproachfully.

"I thought you'd been bewitched by American girls and forgotten about us two old folks."

Xiao Chen chuckled, strode into the courtyard, and placed the gifts he had brought back on the stone table.

"How could that be? The burgers and fries outside can't compare to the aroma of the tea my older brother and sister brew!"

He was as sweet-talking as if he'd been coated in honey, yet he expertly rolled up his sleeves and went to help Mei Yanfang water the plants.

This unexpected charm is the most deadly thing about him; even two superstars who have seen it all can't handle him.

"Brother Chen!"

A crisp sound rang out, and Dilraba darted out of the house like a little deer.

The sixteen-year-old girl, still somewhat childish, already possessed striking features.

She grew up following Xiao Chen around; Xiao Chen was her light and her god.

"I watched your concert video, you were so cool!"

Dilraba's eyes were sparkling, and she held her face in her hands, looking every bit the devoted fangirl.

"I've listened to 'Boyfriend' on repeat at least a hundred times!"

She gestured her name, her tone full of pride.

Leslie Cheung chimed in from the side, his tone sarcastic.

"Chen'er, you've made too much of a fuss this time. Even the old man selling popsicles at the village entrance knows you're dating a foreign celebrity."

Xiao Chen was squatting on the ground, pouring dog food for two Shiba Inu puppies that were running around happily.

"Rumors are more likely to be believed the more outrageous they are; you should know this best, brother."

He didn't even look up, his tone as steady as an old dog.

Mei Yanfang walked over and wiped her hands with a towel.

"The newspapers say it's a 'record-breaking collaboration,' and your song 'Baby' is playing everywhere, it's giving me a headache."

Although she complained, the doting affection in her eyes for her younger brother was undeniable.

In this world of fame and fortune, only this small courtyard allowed Xiao Chen to feel a moment of reality.

Here, he is neither a movie star worth hundreds of millions nor a Grammy Award winner.

He's just Xiao Chen, the guy who loves to freeload, loves to joke around, and always insists on feeding the chickens.

"Dilraba, come and lend a hand."

Xiao Chen waved to Dilraba.

Reba ran over excitedly, squatted down beside him, and watched him scatter rice for the chickens.

"Brother Chen, who were you thinking of when you sang 'I could be your boyfriend' on stage just now?"

The little girl asked tentatively, a blush creeping up the tips of her ears.

Xiao Chen turned his head and looked into her big eyes, which were full of little thoughts.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing and moved a little closer.

The distance between the two instantly closed, and Dilraba could even smell the faint mint scent on him.

That was a close encounter that would make fans all over the world scream and gasp.

"Do you like listening?"

Xiao Chen lowered his voice, which was deep and magnetic.

Dilraba nodded blankly, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

"I'll sing it for you separately when I have time."

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he straightened up and casually rubbed her head.

Dilraba's ears turned bright red instantly, like ripe red apples.

She stood there, still clutching a handful of rice that hadn't been spilled.

Xiao Chen acted as if nothing had happened, picking up the empty bucket and walking towards the backyard.

"Little H, Little O, don't fight over it, there's enough for everyone!"

He played with the Shiba Inu, his silhouette appearing exceptionally long in the sunlight.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui exchanged a glance, each with a knowing smile in their eyes.

This monster has absolutely no self-awareness.

That face, that voice, and that effortless gentleness.

Anyone with less self-control would probably have drowned in his deep eyes long ago.

Xiao Chen stood beside the chicken coop, looking at the undulating mountains in the distance.

The winds of 2010 blew gently by.

The drama of this life has only just begun to reach its climax.

He not only wants to conquer the entertainment industry, but also to plant his own stars and sea on this land.

As for those scandals, trending topics, and controversies.

It was merely background noise in this grand performance.

He picked up the feather from the ground and blew on it casually.

"Life is about taking it slow."

He muttered to himself, a signature, languid smile playing on his lips that made him impossible to hate.