Who would have thought, the next day at 3:30 a.m., while still at the bar, William Carter once again received a call from Henry Clark.

"Xiqing, you’re trending."

The music in the bar was deafening. William Carter frowned and walked outside, squatting dizzily by the roadside, his tongue numb from drinking. "What did you say?"

"You’re trending on Weibo. Looks like someone uploaded a video from the press conference, and you appeared in it."

Henry Clark sounded pretty calm, but William Carter knew that was just the kind of person he was. After a few brief words with Henry Clark, he plopped down on the curb. The cold wind in the early morning sobered him up a bit. William Carter furrowed his brows, opened Weibo, and found the trending topics page.

The very first item on the trending list was written in bold characters.

["White Shirt Guy at the 'Seagull' Press Conference"]

White shirt? William Carter tried hard to recall what he’d worn last night.

He seemed to have worn a white shirt... He clicked on the tag to check it out. The most shared video was the Q&A session between James Turner and fans at the press conference. The camera panned from James Turner on stage to a lucky fan in the audience—the girl sitting behind William Carter. During this, the camera lingered on William Carter’s face for a few seconds. Just those few seconds were enough to send William Carter straight to the trending list.

He suddenly remembered that after taking off his mask, he hadn’t put it back on. Too careless.

The video had almost ten thousand comments.

[Not a Winter Melon, a Watermelon]: I want all the info on this guy within ten minutes.

[VikiViki]: Mom, I just saw an angel [teary-eyed.jpg]

[Face-Obsessed, No Human Rights]: Damn, how can someone with looks like this not debut??? He’s way too good-looking, and the long hair is amazing—he’s literally a fairy.

[33 is My Wife]: Total passerby here, but this shot is absolutely stunning. That smile is angelic, way better looking than most of the fresh-faced idols...

[I’m the Top for Zhou Ziheng]: This guy is literally god-tier handsome. If I’m not mistaken, isn’t that a Zhou family support badge on his chest? [with screenshot]

[Zhou Ziheng’s First Lady]: That’s definitely a Zhou support item! Damn, this guy is a fan of my Zhou. Sorry, I just lowered the average looks of Zhou’s fans [kneeling]

[Universe’s Most Alpha Zhou Ziheng]: Damn, my Zhou’s fans really do follow their idol. This kind of face puts so many idols to shame. I’m really embarrassing Zhou’s fandom [crying hard]

[Melon-Eating Xiao Ming]: These days, if you’re not good-looking, you’re embarrassed to even be a fan.

As he was scrolling through the comments, someone stood in front of him, casting a shadow over William Carter. He lazily looked up. It was a man with decent looks.

The man smiled and lit a cigarette. "Alone tonight?"

William Carter blinked slowly. For some reason, he wasn’t in the mood at all. He raised one eyebrow coldly and said, "Do I look like someone who’s alone?" With that, he stood up, ready to leave. The man looked a bit surprised—he hadn’t expected this delicate-looking guy to be so tall when he stood up. Still, he reached out and tugged at him, smiling, "Don’t be in such a hurry to leave. It’s an awkward time of night. Let me buy you a drink."

The man’s face was the picture of a seasoned player. William Carter glanced at him, then curled his lips, instantly switching his expression to a flirtatious one. He placed his fingers on the man’s shoulder. "Drinking is so boring... Handsome, I charge twenty thousand an hour. Since you’re a new customer, I’ll give you a discount—how about sixteen thousand?"

The man immediately frowned. "Are you crazy?"

"I’m not crazy." William Carter smiled faintly. "I’m very clean. Want to see my health report?"

"Twenty thousand? You’ve got some nerve." The man looked him up and down. "What, is your ass made of gold or something?"

Seeing this, William Carter’s gaze instantly turned cold. He spat out a few words, completely at odds with his appearance, his voice dropping low. "My dick’s encrusted with diamonds." He lit a cigarette for himself, his expression shifting from flirtatious to roguish in an instant. Through the swirling gray smoke, he glanced up at the man. "No money? Then why are you trying to hit on me? With your looks, even if you stripped naked and paid me to sleep with you, I’d have to think about it."

"You..." The man’s face showed a trace of displeasure, but he still didn’t seem ready to give up.

William Carter was annoyed. He pulled out his wallet, took out a few bills, and stuffed them into the man’s left breast pocket. "Here."

The man frowned. "What are you doing?"

William Carter took a drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke in the man’s face. "Buying myself some peace and quiet. If you’re really that desperate, take the money and find some fun elsewhere."

"You!" The man was stunned.

He tilted his head back, and when he looked down again, his face was full of impatience.

"Still not leaving?"

Chapter 3: Born a Rebel

The guy who tried to hit on him was momentarily speechless. William Carter didn’t even spare him a glance, straightened his suit, and walked away without looking back.

People like that, so full of themselves—if you don’t completely shatter their pitiful, bubble-like confidence, they’ll just keep pestering you. William Carter walked down a street, flagged down a taxi, and got in.