Chapter 2

In the corner of JeanGeorges, a French restaurant on the fourth floor of Building 3 on the Bund in Shanghai, about a dozen film crew members were busy setting up the scene.

At the spot where the cameras were focused, a woman in a luxurious pink evening gown sat quietly at the table, her clear, deep eyes gazing calmly out the window. Her stunning beauty, enhanced by the romantic lighting of the restaurant, was truly captivating.

At a table about ten steps away, a couple stared intently in this direction. The man, with wide eyes, exclaimed, "Xiao Wei in person is even more beautiful than in the movies! She's absolutely stunning, and I can't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After she finishes filming, I must ask her for an autograph..."

The man's girlfriend was also quite pretty, deserving the title of beauty, but compared to the film queen Xiao Wei, who was gazing at the river from the other table, there was a world of difference. However, she was not annoyed by her boyfriend's infatuation; in fact, she was almost as captivated by Xiao Wei's unparalleled beauty. She nodded vigorously, saying, "Of course we should get an autograph. If we could take a photo with Xiao Wei, I would be overjoyed."

"Taking a photo might be difficult, but we'll try our best after she finishes filming!" The man strongly agreed with his girlfriend's suggestion and nodded vigorously.

In the restaurant, there were many people like this couple who were infatuated with Xiao Wei's beauty. Fortunately, this was the famous JeanGeorges French restaurant, where the diners were all high-quality individuals from the upper echelons of society. If it were a regular restaurant, Xiao Wei would have been surrounded by enthusiastic fans before filming even began.

The set was ready, and the director had just finished discussing a few points with Xiao Wei and was about to call "action" when a figure suddenly entered the shooting area. A small, dirty hand quickly grabbed a piece of black trumpet mushroom lamb loin from Xiao Wei's plate and stuffed it into its mouth.

The sudden intrusion left everyone present stunned. When the director finally regained his composure, he rushed forward, furious, and glared at the uninvited guest. Upon seeing that it was a child, about ten years old, with tattered clothes, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

The child seemed to completely ignore the renowned director, blinking with deep, black eyes and calmly finishing the last bite of the lamb loin.

Then, the child fished out a black Louis Vuitton men's wallet from his tattered pocket, pulled out a few hundred-dollar bills, and threw them on the table. Still unsatisfied, the child picked up Xiao Wei's wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"That red-haired foreigner I beat up by the river earlier wasn't lying; the food here is really good..."

This child was none other than Su Yang, who had undergone nine transformations and rebirths. He had rushed from Changbai Mountain straight to the Bank of America but found it closed, as it was almost 8 PM.

Feeling hungry, Su Yang was walking along the Bund when a foreigner mistook him for a beggar and shouted at him. Su Yang, naturally, did not show any courtesy to the foreigner, dragging him into an alley and beating him up, while also stealing his wallet.

From the foreigner, Su Yang learned that the JeanGeorges French restaurant nearby had the best food. Always acting on impulse, Su Yang entered the restaurant without hesitation.

The aroma of the meat on Xiao Wei's table caught his attention, and without any hesitation, Su Yang intruded into the shooting area and started eating, becoming a troublesome child in the director's eyes.

"You... who are you? How can you be so impolite..."

The director, with a hint of hysteria, shouted, "This is not a place for you."

It was no wonder the director said this. The child was dressed in tattered clothes and was dirty, completely out of place in such a refined setting. Although he had casually taken out a few hundred dollars, it was clear to anyone with a discerning eye that the wallet was not his. The foreign VIP gold cards that had fallen out when he took out the money were the best proof.

"You're really a nuisance. It's just a piece of meat. I've already paid for it. If you keep nagging, I won't give you any money."

Su Yang spoke with an old man's tone, clearly still hungry. He plopped down on the other side of the table and started eating the other two dishes, his uncouth manner clearly showing that he was truly hungry.

"What are you all standing there for? Get this brat out of here..." The director was thoroughly enraged.

The crew members, who had been watching the bizarre scene, finally reacted. A production assistant strode forward and grabbed Su Yang by the back of his collar, intending to drag the troublemaker aside.

Su Yang continued to eat, seemingly unaware of the threat behind him. At this moment, Xiao Wei, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, "It's just a hungry child. Don't be too hard on him."

In the crew, Xiao Wei's authority clearly outweighed the director's. The production assistant, who had intended to please the director, immediately stopped, somewhat awkwardly responding, "Sister Wei, you have a kind heart, but we can't let this child cause trouble here!"

The child, who had already cleared the plate in front of him, suddenly turned around and looked at the production assistant with a half-smile, "Kid, you're lucky. If this beauty hadn't spoken up, I would have broken your hand for sure."

The child's threat was not taken seriously by anyone, but Xiao Wei, hearing this child refer to her as a "beauty" in such an old-fashioned manner, couldn't help but smile, her shoulders moving slightly, exuding an indescribable charm.

"Little one, where are your parents? How did you end up here?" Xiao Wei asked gently.

"I don't have parents. I can go wherever I want. A red-haired foreigner told me the food here was good, so I came. I couldn't resist the smell of the food on your table, so I ate it."

Su Yang clearly had a good impression of Xiao Wei. He poured himself a glass of red wine, and his tone was no longer as arrogant.

"So, you're an orphan!" Xiao Wei sighed inwardly, feeling a sense of empathy.

Because Xiao Wei herself was an orphan and had experienced a brief but unhappy marriage, she felt a sudden affection for this mischievous child.

With her maternal instincts activated, Xiao Wei's gaze softened even more. Noticing the child's dirty appearance, she immediately instructed a production assistant, "Go get me a towel."

Soon, someone brought a towel to Xiao Wei. She extended her delicate hand and gently said, "Tell me where you live, and I'll take you home, okay?"

As she spoke, Xiao Wei gently wiped Su Yang's face with the towel. Su Yang, being a carefree person, didn't mind. To him, beautiful women were worth interacting with, and this beauty had a good temper and spoke kindly. Letting her touch him wasn't a bad deal.

Seeing Xiao Wei treat this dirty child so politely, no one dared to interrupt, especially since Xiao Wei was a film queen. The fact that she had been invited to play the lead role in "Global Love" was due to the personal request of the CEO of the production company.

No one, including the renowned director from Hollywood, dared to criticize Xiao Wei.

The film queen's gentle treatment and personal attention were something no one else could even dream of. Yet, this tattered child accepted it calmly, without any discomfort or pretense.

Even when Xiao Wei finished, he boldly held her hand, his eyes, like black diamonds, looking at her, "Sister, your hands are so fragrant. Can I warm my hands with them?"

Xiao Wei felt Su Yang's soft, slightly cold hand and did not pull away. She looked at him, slightly stunned, "This child is... too... too beautiful..."

Many people, including the director who was extremely dissatisfied with Su Yang, had the same thought. They stared at the child, whose face had been cleaned, in amazement.

Perhaps using the word "beautiful" to describe a boy was not appropriate, but at least now, everyone who saw the child's clean face would think of similar adjectives—beautiful, delicate, porcelain doll, handsome, cute, and spirited.

"This child has the makings of a star!"

"Even Macaulay Culkin or Daniel Radcliffe, world-famous child stars, can't compare to him!"

"Could he be a young master from a noble family who has sneaked out to play?"

"I think it's possible. He might even be a mixed-race child; otherwise, how could he be so beautifully delicate?"

"His skin is so good, so tender, it looks like it could be pinched. How cute! I really want to pinch him..."

"If our child could be one-third as beautiful as him, we would be blessed by our ancestors."

For a moment, the crew and nearby diners began to discuss the child's stunning appearance.

The murmurs did not escape Su Yang's ears, but he had heard such comments too many times to be affected by them.

Since practicing the "Nine Transformations of the Azure Sky," each transformation and rebirth had brought a qualitative change to Su Yang's body.

Not to mention his skin, which made many naturally beautiful women feel inferior, his appearance, while retaining six-tenths of his previous life's features, was even more refined and handsome.

Even in his first life, Su Yang's appearance was already quite outstanding. After nine transformations and rebirths, even though he was still a child, his beauty was truly astonishing.