After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Yushui Bay is an upscale residential area in Yanjing.

Sunlight streams into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ye Lan was wearing a tight-fitting light purple yoga outfit and was doing her morning exercise.

She stood on one leg, raising her other long, beautiful leg high, and grasped her ankle with both hands, bending her whole body into a perfect bow shape.

The tight-fitting fabric accentuated her near-perfect figure.

Her waist was so slender it seemed as if it could be grasped in one hand, and the lines of her back were beautiful and smooth.

With each breath, the full curves of her breasts appeared and disappeared, and a few glistening beads of sweat slid down her slender neck, across her collarbone, and finally disappeared into the deep cleavage.

Even disregarding her face, her figure alone is enough to justify her title as "China's No. 1 female star."

"call......"

Ye Lan slowly finished her stance, exhaled a long breath, and her long legs drew an elegant arc in the air before landing steadily.

She casually grabbed a towel from the side and wiped her sweat. The aloof and focused aura she had just exuded vanished instantly, replaced by a lazy, cat-like charm.

My brain, which had been somewhat groggy from the hangover, finally cleared up considerably.

"Click".

The door opened, and a woman with short, neat hair walked in, carrying breakfast and a schedule. She was Ye Lan's agent and best friend, Sister Hong.

"Oh my god, you're finally awake."

Hongjie placed the breakfast on the table and said irritably, "I was terrified last night. The driver said you insisted on getting off in the old town, and then he couldn't get through to you on the phone. If you hadn't answered the phone later, I was going to call the police."

Ye Lan wiped her sweat with a towel, walked to the dining table, sat down, and took a sip of a glass of warm water.

"Oh, Sister Hong, I'm fine."

She pouted, her voice soft and sweet, completely lacking the aloof and domineering queen-like demeanor she displayed on stage. "Last night... I just suddenly wanted to go back and take a look."

"Alright, alright." Sister Hong walked over and massaged her shoulders. "Since it's your childhood home, you can go visit it whenever you want. But don't drink next time, what if you run into bad guys?"

Outsiders say that Ye Lan is aloof, domineering, and unapproachable.

Only she knew that this woman standing at the top of the entertainment industry was actually a very nostalgic and even somewhat insecure little girl at heart.

Ye Lan said, "Is there anything scheduled for 2 PM? I need to go to the studio."

Hongjie asked, "What are you going to the studio for? Don't you have a schedule this afternoon?"

"Cancel it for me. I made an appointment with someone," Ye Lan said casually, taking a bite of her whole-wheat bread. "Give him a lesson."

……

On the other side of the city, old rental houses.

When Lin Zhixing woke up, it was already 11 a.m.

I slept exceptionally soundly, perhaps because I was sleeping on a bed imbued with the queen's aura.

"Oh, Queen of Pop..."

Lin Zhixing stretched, his bones cracking all over.

I checked the time; I need to go to the studio at 2 PM, and I also need to allow time for taking the subway.

He got up, washed up, and simply made himself a bowl of pickled cabbage noodles.

This is the simple life of a bachelor; even if he has tens of thousands of dollars in his account, he'll still do whatever is easiest when he's feeling lazy.

"Slurp~"

Just as he took his first bite of noodles, his phone on the table vibrated.

【mom】.

Lin Zhixing's parents were the most traditional Chinese parents.

My father was stubborn and serious, while my mother was nagging and soft-hearted.

The father felt that he was "not doing his proper job" and "making a fool of himself." In recent years, apart from sending New Year's greetings via text message, the father and son have hardly spoken.

Even when he was at his lowest point and couldn't even afford the rent, he was too ashamed to ask his family for help.

Lin Zhixing adjusted his breathing, trying to make his voice sound relaxed and natural.

"Hello, Mom."

There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, followed by the voice of the mother, Wang Xiufen.

"Hey! Hey! It's Zhixing?"

"...Did I disturb your work? Mom thinks it's already noon and you should be up by now."

"No, Mom, I just finished work and I'm resting."

Lin Zhixing smiled, but felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

A mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles; no matter how old a person is, in a mother's eyes he will always be a child.

"That's good, that's good." The mother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Um... have you eaten?"

Lin Zhixing glanced at the steaming instant noodles in front of him, which smelled of pickled cabbage: "I ate! Just finished eating. I had braised pork with my friends outside today, it was so delicious, fatty but not greasy, I ate two big bowls of rice."

"Okay, that's good!"

Her mother sounded pleased. "Don't be so stingy when you're out. Don't always eat takeout or instant noodles; they're unhygienic and not nutritious. Is it cold in Yanjing? I saw the weather forecast say it's going to get colder, remember to wear your long johns..."

Listening to this familiar nagging, Lin Zhixing patiently replied, "I've already put it on. Mom, take care of yourself too. I want to eat your dumplings."

After exchanging pleasantries, there was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

The mother seemed to hesitate about something, and after a while, she tentatively asked,

"Um... Zhixing, your dad and I watched the TV program yesterday."

"The Voice of China" is broadcast live on satellite TV, so my hometown will definitely be able to receive it.

"Really? Well... how did I sing?"

"Great! That's wonderful!"

"You know what? Aunt Zhang from next door came over early this morning. She said her naughty grandson was singing your songs while brushing his teeth! Aunt Zhang even asked me if that big star on TV was your son. I said, 'Yes, that's my son!' Oh, I'm so happy."

Hearing his mother's words, Lin Zhixing smiled, but as he smiled, his eyes became a little hot.

"Mom, I'm just getting started. I'll get better in the future. I'll let more people hear my songs."

"Yes, Mom believes you. Mom has always believed you."

There was a rustling sound coming from the other end of the phone, like someone was pushing the mother, along with a deliberately suppressed cough.

After a while, the mother lowered her voice and said, "Actually... your dad saw it too."

Lin Zhixing was stunned.

"When you finished singing that line, 'Who says only those standing in the light are heroes...' I saw this old man secretly wiping away tears."

"You know him too, he's stubborn, obsessed with saving face, and will never say a kind word in his entire life."

"When I called you just now, he was sitting on the sofa next to me, holding the newspaper upside down, his ears perked up higher than anyone else's."

Lin Zhixing pictured the taciturn, always stern-faced man awkwardly sitting in front of the television, watching his son, who had once disappointed him, roar and shine on stage.

"He also asked me to tell you..."

The mother paused for a moment, then said, "He said: 'Since you've chosen this path, sing well and don't be afraid to lose. The family supports you.'"

He also said that if the outside world is too difficult, if you are tired or wronged, you should come back and rest.

"There will always be a hot meal for you at home; your parents can support you."

For the past three years, he has been wandering alone in a foreign land.

He didn't cry when he was fired from his job and kicked out of the house.

He didn't cry when Zhang Xianyu humiliated him to his face.

He didn't cry even when he was being insulted and ridiculed by the entire internet.

He always kept himself wrapped in a hard shell, facing all malice with a cynical smile.

But at the moment.

Hearing that stubborn father, who had been defiant his whole life, say those three words, "I support you," across thousands of miles, was incredibly moving.

He heard that the person who always had his back was coming home for dinner.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

Not wanting his mother to notice anything amiss, he covered the microphone, took a few deep breaths, and tried to make his voice sound normal.

"Mom... tell Dad I will. I will sing well, make him proud, and bring honor to our Lin family."

"Okay, then you go ahead with your work, I won't disturb your rest. Remember to eat on time, and don't overwork yourself."

"Okay, Mom, goodbye."

hang up the phone.

The instant noodles in front of me had gone cold and clumped together.

Lin Zhixing stood up, walked to the window, and pulled open the somewhat worn curtains.

Outside the window, the sky over Yanjing was a clear, bright blue, and the sun shone brightly.

It seems that the long and cold winter has completely passed.