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

The producer and investors stood there, their faces ashen.

Rowling's words were too harsh.

It's worth noting that countless book fans around the world are eagerly awaiting the Harry Potter movie adaptation.

The project has amazing profit potential, and even if the investors initially said they wanted to shelve it, that was just a threat to Rowling.

No one can live up to Rowling's statement—"I'd rather it just exist in my books forever."

After a long while, the producer finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Joe, we know how much you love your work."

"But this involves a huge investment, and the expectations of audiences worldwide!"

Rowling snorted coldly, completely unmoved.

"That's precisely why I can't let Harry just find anyone to play the role."

"This character is the soul of the entire book; without him, there would be no movie."

This line about the soul made the producer and investors' lips twitch.

No matter how they looked at it, Xiao Chen was just an excessively beautiful Eastern child.

Where does the soul come from?

They wanted to argue, but Rowling beat them to it, picking up the script from the table and slamming it down.

"So, what are your choices?"

"Should we choose Xiao Chen, or abandon this project altogether?"

The air was thick with tension.

Xiao Chen sat in the chair, taking in everything.

This is a game of power and money, art and commerce in the adult world.

Ultimately, self-interest triumphed over prejudice.

The investors were the first to compromise, letting out a long sigh.

"Alright, alright, Ms. Joanna, you win."

He raised his hands in surrender, his voice filled with resentment.

"However, if the box office results are disappointing, the responsibility..."

Rowling didn't let him finish speaking.

"Box office revenue is determined by the market."

"My only responsibility is to find the right person for my magical world."

The producer was still unwilling to give up and wanted to persuade him again.

"But Joe, are you sure you want to cast an Asian child to play Harry Potter?"

"The audience won't buy it. There are so many children in the UK, we can totally..."

Rowling interrupted her again with a sharp voice.

"My Harry Potter is the world's Harry Potter!"

"He can be of any skin color, any background, as long as he has the heart to explore the truth and forge ahead!"

She pointed at Xiao Chen.

"And he has this child!"

The producers and investors were completely speechless.

Faced with Rowling's domineering attitude, they could only swallow all their dissatisfaction.

He even started thinking about how to shift the blame to Rowling's capriciousness if the movie failed.

Ignoring their unspoken criticisms, Rowling walked over to Xiao Chen.

"Xiao Chen, get ready."

"I trust you."

Xiao Chen looked up and his gaze met Luo Lin's.

He could sense the writer's expectations.

That wasn't an expectation for the actors, but a desire for the characters she created to come to life.

Xiao Chen nodded, his eyes resolute.

"I will."

That afternoon, in addition to the casting of Harry Potter, the actors for several other important roles were also confirmed.

Just like in their previous lives, Rupert and Emma were chosen to play Ron and Hermione, respectively.

There was also Malfoy and his two henchmen.

The production team announced that filming would officially begin in a month, and the shooting period would be very long, so Xiao Chen needed to return to China first to prepare.

The school needs Ye Huimei to apply for leave and complete the necessary procedures.

During this period, Xiao Chen continued to shuttle between school and home.

Occasionally, after school, he would practice his lines in front of the mirror and try to understand the inner world of the character Harry Potter.

The opportunity was hard-won, and he had to give it his all.

A month passed quickly.

A week before his departure, Xiao Chen went to Wang Jinhua's office to confirm that all the preparations for going abroad were in place.

He knocked on the door, and only after hearing a muffled "Come in" from inside did he push the door open and enter.

The office door was pushed open, and a faint scent of tobacco and perfume wafted out.

Wang Jinhua sat behind her desk, frowning, seemingly trying to comfort someone.

The person in question was sitting on the sofa with their back to the door, their shoulders twitching slightly.

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and his steps unconsciously stopped in place.

That back view looks familiar.

That unique curly hair.

There was also a tall, slightly thin figure.

And that familiar sobbing sound in the air...

The woman on the sofa turned around.

That face that was once a sensation across Asia in Xiao Chen's previous life was now streaked with tears, and his eyes were red and swollen.

Her makeup was a little smudged, but the cool and aloof aura of a diva between her brows could not be completely washed away by her tears.

Xiao Chen: ?

Isn't that Wang Fei?

How did I end up in Aunt Hua's office?

Hearing the noise at the door, Wang Fei lifted his face, which had been buried in his arms.

Her red, tear-filled eyes gazed toward the doorway.

When Wang Fei's gaze fell on Xiao Chen, she froze, and her tears stopped flowing.

She stared blankly at the handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth, her eyes filled with incredible amazement.

"Oh My God……"

"Wang Jinhua, where...where did you kidnap this little fairy boy from?!"

Wang Jinhua sighed helplessly and glanced at Xiao Chen.

"What are you talking about? This is Xiao Chen, the only artist I've personally managed."

Wang Fei didn't listen to what Wang Jinhua was saying at all; he just kept staring at Xiao Chen, a self-deprecating, cynical tone on his face.

"You know, if this child had been born a decade or two earlier, no, even ten years earlier would have been better."

"Sister, I would definitely pursue him myself, there would be no need for things to be like this now."

"Crying like a dog over a man?"

Wang Jinhua: ...

Wang Jinhua was quite helpless.

She was used to Wang Fei's loose tongue, but he shouldn't say such inappropriate things in front of the child!

Before Wang Jinhua could even speak, Wang Fei's tears welled up uncontrollably again.

It was obvious that he had brought up his own painful memories.

Xiao Chen stood at the door, watching the former pop diva cry her eyes out and say such shocking things, and he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Wang Jinhua had a splitting headache.

She held her forehead with one hand and waved the other hand weakly in the air, as if trying to drive away the sad atmosphere that permeated the office.

"Alright, alright, stop crying."

"It's no big deal."

She looked at the woman on the sofa who was crying uncontrollably, her tone full of helplessness.

"So what if she broke up with that kid surnamed Xie?"

"Who in this industry hasn't broken up a few times? Is it really that big of a deal for you?"

"Besides, you've already been divorced once, what are you afraid of breaking up with?"

Xiao Chen felt a pang of shame.

Aunt Hua's mouth isn't much better than Wang Fei's.

Wang Fei was sobbing on the sofa, his voice muffled.

"You don't know...it's all over the place, people are saying he's with that Zhang Baizhi..."

"That actress from Hong Kong."

"Jin Hua, do you think I'm a failure?"

Wang Jinhua rolled her eyes.

What kind of talk is that?

A pop diva, a force to be reckoned with.

She actually asked such a pathetic question about a man.

She was about to say a few more words of reprimand when she noticed that Xiao Chen was still standing at the door.