While chatting, Aunt Rui suddenly realized something and hastily called out, "Where's the young master? Didn't the young master come back?"
A woman dressed as a maid ran over and said, "The young master is in the second-floor study, madam. Should I call him down?"
Aunt Rui's eyebrows raised, and with a grand wave of her hand and a commanding presence, she declared, "Yes, call the young master down. If he refuses to come out, he can't blame me for tearing into him!"
After finishing her statement, she turned to He Jinxia, "My son is also mixed up in the entertainment circle. In a moment, I'll have him pass on some experience to you. If he refuses to talk to you, just tell Aunt Rui, and I'll tear into him myself!"
He Jinxia was a bit bewildered. Tear into?
"Mom, what are you planning to tear up?"
A deep and mellow voice slowly drifted from beside her, and upon hearing this voice, He Jinxia felt a bit overwhelmed.
This voice was simply a "pregnancy-making machine"—hearing it was enough to make one's ears feel pregnant.
The face and voice of a man flashed through her mind. Since arriving in this world, she had also been stirred by a man's voice in such a way.
It was just from watching one of his interviews. Closing her eyes and listening to that voice, He Jinxia felt goosebumps all over; it was just too magnetic.
Curious, she turned her head to look and there stood a man with distinct facial features, a high nose bridge, and heroic eyebrows, exuding a chilly aura.
With the man's appearance, he had a captivating charm that hijacked everyone's attention.
As the man approached, his face became clearer and clearer.
His features were as delicate as if God had sculpted him with careful strokes, not in the least bit feminine.
Aunt Rui's son was actually Sheng Yan?
Was it really Sheng Yan, the male star whose voice she had found magnetic at first listen?
Seeing the gesture his mother made towards him, Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow and stood firm in front of He Jinxia.
He extended his hand, his voice deep and mellow like a gracefully played cello: "Hello, I am Sheng Yan."
He Jinxia looked down at the slender, jade-like, exquisitely crafted hand in front of her, and all the information about Sheng Yan immediately came to mind.
Sheng Yan was a legend in the entertainment industry.
Five years ago, he debuted in a film, and although it was just a supporting role, he became famous overnight.
His buzz surpassed that of both the leading actors and actresses, and with his superb acting, he won numerous major and minor domestic awards.
In the film crew, neither the male nor the female lead won a best actor award, but Sheng Yan bagged many best supporting actor awards, making everyone else in the crew his supporting cast.
Since then, Sheng Yan's career soared as if he'd hit a glitch, landing lead roles in movies that were sure to win awards and break box office records!
In this year's latest "Falls Star Celebrities List," Sheng Yan's global influence had entered the TOP 100, ranking 67th!
Honestly, this ranking isn't that scary. There are quite a few people from Hua Country in the TOP 100, but what's frightening is the time it took for Sheng Yan's rise.
Not twenty, thirty, or forty years—just five!
His astonishing rise to fame, his enviable precision in selecting scripts, some call him "God's favored child," "a legendary superstar," "Emperor Sheng," and so on.
And now, this legendary superstar was actually standing right in front of her, alive and breathing.
A wry smile spread across He Jinxia's face, feeling like her mother had tricked her. This wasn't just a case of "sounding influential"—it was unequivocally, incredibly huge!
She glanced subconsciously at Mrs. He and noticed that both mothers had left at some point, leaving her alone in the living room with Sheng Yan.
After waiting for a long time and seeing that the chubby girl in front of him had not raised her hand, Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
He Jinxia snapped back to reality, and after a brief moment of thought, she immediately came up with a reason to explain her gaffe, saying,
"It's said on Weibo that Emperor Sheng is not a mortal, but carries a whiff of celestial aura. If you can touch his hand, you're guaranteed good luck afterwards. I'm just wondering how many days I should go without washing my hand after touching it?"
Sheng Yan thought this chubby girl was quite silly and really stupid.
After pondering for a bit, he slowly withdrew his hand.
By his ear, Sheng Yan's indifferent voice came through: "There's never just good luck, only hard work. The harder you work, the luckier you become. To prevent your hand from getting too dirty in the upcoming days, let's not shake hands after all."
He Jinxia's lips curled up into an appropriate smile. She didn't care whether they shook hands or not, nor did she mind Sheng Yan's indifferent attitude. With politeness and a hint of surprise, she said, "I didn't expect you to be Aunt Rui's son."
Sheng Yan glanced at her: "I also didn't expect you to be Aunt He's daughter."
He sat down naturally beside He Jinxia, leaned against the back of the sofa, took out his phone to handle some matters, and asked casually,
"Do you need any help with anything?"
In her past life, He Jinxia was accustomed to dealing with the rich and powerful, so she adapted well to Sheng Yan's formidable aura and showed no sign of intimidation.
She shook her head and said, "Currently, no, my biggest obstacle right now is my weight. I need to lose weight, which can only depend on myself, you won't be able to help me with that."
Sheng Yan paused momentarily, and then repeated, "Really don't need it?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at He Jinxia and saw that her complexion was calm and she appeared relaxed.
Curiosity flickered in his heart; rarely did someone meet him for the first time and remain so composed in his presence.
Among female celebrities, she was the only one.
And also the first woman who showed no desire in face of his offer.
Sheng Yan was never one to sell himself short; he was well aware of his influence. If he wanted to, even with He Jinxia's current figure, he could elevate her to a top-tier celebrity.
His eyes darkened, so was He Jinxia playing hard to get, or was she genuinely clueless?
By his ear, He Jinxia's crisp voice came through: "Hey, wait, I do actually have something I need your help with."
A flicker of understanding crossed Sheng Yan's eyes, his heart remained calm.
In the entertainment circle, opportunities and connections were too important. If He Jinxia passed up this chance, it would be incredibly foolish.
Just as he was about to say something, He Jinxia promptly followed with her next sentence: "I want your secret to losing weight. Please don't be stingy and teach me everything, I promise not to spread it around!"
Sheng Yan was rarely taken aback, but he looked up slightly and locked eyes with He Jinxia's bright ones, as if there were specks of starlight twinkling within them.
Her eyes mischievous at the corners, she carried a brilliant smile and teased, "Godlike man, I heard from Aunt Rui that when you were in high school, you were a big guy who weighed nearly 200 pounds."
Sheng Yan came back to his senses, gave her a look, and said indifferently, "To be precise, it was 190 pounds."
He Jinxia was somewhat taken aback: "Is there a difference?"
Sheng Yan: "I wasn't as fat as you."
He Jinxia: "..."
Haha, that's pretty cold.