Thirteen years later.

America, San Francisco.

Around the end of the year, all kinds of red carpets seem to stretch endlessly.

Ling Maimai sat in the car, glancing at her flawless face in the mirror while replying to a text message on her phone, feeling annoyed by her manager’s chatter beside her.

"Stop talking in my ear all the time. I’ve rushed to three red carpets in a row, haven’t slept for more than an hour in 39 hours, and I’m still growing, you know? Why do you want me to attend every red carpet event? Do I need to walk the red carpet for more exposure? Look, look, there’s news on Weibo that someone else died from overwork, and at this rate, I’m going to follow in their footsteps!"

Some people say that Ling Maimai is a born queen of acting, yet she has been an actress for so many years and never truly earned the title of the queen. She’ll definitely not get it walking this red carpet either, and as for the other awards, she’s not interested at all, her home is already crowded with various awards.

Alright, she admits she’s actually quite lucky, her life’s path is exceedingly perfect. She was born with a face that makes countless young women envious and countless young men fall in love, plus a designer dad loved by the public, easily winning over a large number of fans since birth.

Alright, she also admits she can’t really be blamed for not getting the title since she’s only thirteen this year; there are plenty of opportunities ahead. Best actress awards are usually for women in their twenties. It’s not that she looks down on other awards, it’s just that she’s really, really tired, exhausted to the point where her eyelids keep drooping, desperately wanting a comfortable bed to sleep for three days and nights.

Ling Maimai’s mind raced; she needed to find a way to give herself a proper break. She refused to live such a tiring life worse than the life of pigs and dogs.

............

International Airport.

Sheng Sheng carried a shoulder bag, dressed in simple sportswear, dialed a phone while handing over his luggage to the staff, "Dad, I temporarily don’t want to accept any work, I want to travel around for a bit."

Gu Shaocheng hesitated on the phone, then asked, "How long?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Sheng Sheng thought for a moment, "A year."

He had just come out of training camp, and in the blink of an eye, found himself eighteen years old; time flies, indeed.

"Young Master Sheng, all the procedures are completed, and the private jet can take off anytime."

Sheng Sheng nodded, "I know."

Yet he paused the next second: "No need to follow me, I will pilot the jet myself, wander around alone."

The bodyguard sent to escort Young Master Sheng back hesitated. Young Master Sheng piloting the jet to go on a trip - is this really alright?

He quietly scrutinized Sheng, a Young Master he had never dealt with before. In the Gu Family, only Young Master Zun is exalted, yet looking at Sheng, carrying such a distinct aura of sharpness and danger, he mistook him for the fiery and rebellious Young Master Zun.

Clearly, the same face, yet how can there be two totally different auras?

Young Master Zun is flamboyant and rebellious, while this unfamiliar Young Master Sheng exudes a calm aura, seemingly born with steadiness, with an innate presence of superior nobility.

Sheng Sheng didn’t care about the scrutiny, casually waved his hand, and walked off immediately.