The Older Brother who wouldn’t even take out the trash without putting on a three-piece suit, who never forgot to carefully style his hair with gel and cologne, suddenly seemed to have aged ten years overnight. His chin was covered in stubble of varying lengths, and a long bloody gash—left by a slip of the razor—ran from his lower left jaw down to his neck, looking rather alarming at first glance.

He saw Younger Brother’s cold corpse in the hospital.

Evan Clark had nearly sliced off half his own wrist.

…Such a deep cut—how could he bring himself to do it?

With these thoughts, Jack Clark silently took a taxi back to The Young Family, got out along the way, and bought a kitchen knife.

Later, he nearly chopped down the front door of The Young Family with that kitchen knife. Sensing something was wrong, Brian Young and Brian Young's Parents quickly hid inside, ignored all his hysterical shouting, and called the police.

Trespassing on private property is a very serious offense abroad, so the police responded quickly, arrived, and subdued Jack Clark.

When he was roughly pinned to the ground, half of Jack Clark’s face was pressed into the sun-baked, scorching gravel.

He had already calmed down, but could only mutter the same sentence over and over, his voice soaked in pain.

“…My Younger Brother was only twenty-seven, not even thirty yet.”

After finishing his call, Jack Clark came back and pulled out a chair. “You’re moving out next week, right?”

Little Ford looked at him.

Very quickly, that bearded, sand- and blood-stained face separated from this spirited one.

Stepping out of that emotional state, Little Ford once again slipped seamlessly into the role of Evan Clark, nodding obediently. “Mm.”

“I sent you the address on WeChat. After you finish eating, I’ll have the driver Little Grant take you home. Let me know when you’re ready to move. Little Grant is tight-lipped, he won’t blab to Dad,” Jack Clark said. “When you get back, don’t tell Brian Young you came to see me. Just say you’re staying with friends.”

Whenever Jack Clark handled business, he was always efficient and cheerful, decisive yet attentive to detail. But he rarely brought this attitude into daily life. To Evan Clark, he was just a sharp-tongued, heavy-handed, but in reality, soft-hearted Big Brother.

In other words, this attitude showed he realized the seriousness of the issues between Evan Clark and Brian Young, and was starting to take it seriously.

Before leaving, Jack Clark left his scarf and gloves for Little Ford.

And not long after Little Grant drove him away from the company, Little Ford asked to get out of the car.

“You probably have things to do, go ahead,” Little Ford said. “I know the way home. Tell my Brother I ate too much and can’t sit still, so I’m getting out to walk it off.”

As soon as he got out and looked up, Little Ford saw the headquarters building of “Yundu Entertainment.”

This was the entertainment company Helen Turner had signed with. After a series of promotions, Helen Turner had become one of the rising stars of the mainland music scene, and was currently Yundu Entertainment’s ace in the music market, rightfully holding the top spot.

The system asked, “Are you here for something?”

Little Ford looked around. “Just having a look.”

Away from the audience watching his performance, Little Ford became Little Ford again.

He loosely tied his scarf, stood there casually, exuding equal parts charisma and laziness—quite eye-catching.

Both celebrities and actors undergo long-term posture training, making them noticeably different from ordinary people. Evan Clark was already good-looking—a clean-cut, handsome young man—while Little Ford’s aura undoubtedly added a spark of spirit to that slightly youthful handsomeness.

Standing by the roadside, Little Ford frequently drew glances from passersby. Seeing this, the system suddenly had an idea: “Mr. Ford, I have a suggestion: why don’t you try being an actor?”

Just last night, the system watched Little Ford’s first movie, “The Cape Murder Case.”

At that time, Little Ford was only eighteen, yet he portrayed the brief, tragic downfall of an ordinary fishing village boy with stunning brilliance and poignancy.

He used the length of a single film to show everyone what talent truly was.

One emotional climax in the film was the scene where his only Best Friend died.

Best Friend died protecting him, dying in great pain. The fishing village boy held his only Friend, turning the song they used to shout together at sea into a gentle tune for him to hear.

He knew Friend’s pain, so he sent him off with a smile. There was a smile in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth, yet a single tear slipped from those smiling eyes.

Little Ford didn’t go wild or roar; he played the scene with great stillness.

This subtle perception and delicate expression of a character’s emotions is something many actors pursue their whole lives, but Little Ford could do it effortlessly from the very start.

He had talent, and in this world, the entertainment industry was highly developed. If he became an actor, he would have a bright future.

Hearing the system’s suggestion, Little Ford responded blandly, “Good idea.”

Little Ford’s noncommittal attitude made the system guess he probably wasn’t planning on it.

Sure enough, Little Ford said, “To me, acting means truly, completely becoming that person—that’s the greatest respect you can give them.”