The life after achieving fame... wasn't exactly pleasant.

Especially achieving it in such an awkward manner! Ever since that ridiculous dream, whenever a stranger looked at Wang Zhuo, he felt a persistent illusion that their gaze was "slipping" down to his lower regions, that even when they looked at his face, they were imagining his "erect treasure"!

This infuriated him, yet left him helpless. What good was having X-ray vision, being worth billions, or holding a lofty social position?

There were still many things in this world that would not yield to personal will. For instance, at least several hundred million people had already viewed those leaked intimate photos, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about them.

A week had passed since the incident. During this week, Ailin had never proactively contacted Wang Zhuo, and Wang Zhuo couldn't reach her either.

The girl seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth; the media couldn't find any trace of her whereabouts. The internet was in an uproar.

The fervor surrounding the event would take a long time to cool down, and until a more significant, heavyweight news story captured the headlines and public attention, Ailin and Wang Zhuo's time in the spotlight would continue. Wang Zhuo finally settled into a reclusive lifestyle.

When he did venture out for a meal, he had to wear a hat and glasses, and he couldn't go to restaurants he frequented before, lest he be recognized. It wasn't that he cared about the stares, but he didn't want to give the media fodder to twist things, which would further tarnish his image and inflict even greater harm on Ailin.

One day, Wang Zhuo was swimming in the pool at his villa when he heard hurried footsteps approaching from the corridor. A moment later, Siyuan pushed the door open and entered.

"Latest news: the French police have apprehended the hacker who stole the photos! And the person who published them has also been caught!" "Oh?" Wang Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he rose abruptly from the water with a splash.

"This whole thing is just ridiculous," Siyuan said, a mixture of laughter and tears in her voice. "It was two fifteen-year-old boys.

The little hacker didn't intend to release these things; his neighbor messed with his computer and uploaded those photos to a pornographic forum, thinking they were composites." "Composite photos?!" Wang Zhuo laughed wryly, unable to believe it. "Photos that clear, and someone couldn't tell they were real?" "That person is a bit simple," Siyuan replied, gesturing with the printed paper in her hand with a wry smile.

"I printed out the news report; take a look yourself!" Wang Zhuo quickly walked to the edge of the pool, took the paper, and scanned it rapidly. The news report was quite detailed, describing the entire "criminal" process of how the photos were stolen and released.

It turned out that after the incident, Ailin's manager immediately reported it to the British police and submitted Ailin's phone. The British police immediately sent a mutual assistance request to France to trace the source of the photo distribution.

The website Pian Hua Wang was only hot for two or three days, barely capitalizing on the incident to gain massive traffic, before it became collateral damage, targeted by the police investigation. Through Ailin's phone, the British cyber police couldn't find the backdoor in the file shredder, but locking onto the IP address Smaso used to upload the photos was easier.

When the French police traced the IP address to the Pian Hua Wang server and retrieved Smaso's IP, they reverse-traced it to the small town where Sen and Larry lived. Ordinary users are assigned dynamic IP addresses, but the assignment times and user addresses are backed up meticulously by the ISP.

Therefore, the French police sent a mutual assistance warrant to the town's ISP and obtained Sen's home address. Finding Sen also led them to Larry.

However, Larry had already fled. After the incident blew up, he quickly realized the problem originated with him.

Since 'M' was the network nickname Sen frequently used, the whole story didn't need deep investigation—Sen must have done something foolish. So he ran.

The plot of fleeing runs through many hacker legends, but unlike those hackers, he hadn't made adequate preparations beforehand. Consequently, he only managed to run a few hundred miles before being apprehended by local police in a motel.

After reading the news, Wang Zhuo was both amused and exasperated. This whole affair was quite unjust.

Larry Renault had stolen a ticking time bomb, and his foolish friend, Smaso, had detonated it immediately. If it hadn't been for the meddling of these two—one naive, the other foolish—this entire incident would never have occurred!

Siyuan giggled. "I've done similarly stupid things, but thankfully, I never caused this much trouble." Wang Zhuo offered a dry laugh in agreement and casually asked, "You're in the same line of work as this young man, Larry.

You should know what kind of sentence he'll get?" "That's hard to say," Siyuan shook her head. "He neither distributed nor profited from it, but he caused a terrible impact and brought serious financial losses to Warner Company.

I can only say it depends on whether the French want to go easy on him." "What about Smaso?" Wang Zhuo asked again. "He will pay the price for his stupidity," Siyuan shrugged.

"I should sue him for infringing on my rights of publicity," Wang Zhuo murmured. Siyuan burst out laughing; how could words like that apply to rights of publicity?

"These past few days have been so uncomfortable. I wonder how much longer this bizarre life will last," Wang Zhuo sighed helplessly, stepping out of the pool.

"Come on, help me truly relax." "Here?" Siyuan bit her lower lip, her eyes bright. "Uncle and his friends are downstairs." "It's fine, they won't come up," Wang Zhuo glanced around and walked toward the sofa.

Siyuan gently took his hand, pointing to the rattan chair nearby. "Sit in that one instead; it’s much more comfortable." For Wang Zhuo, sitting in the rattan chair was certainly more enjoyable.

He chuckled, affectionately patted Siyuan's head—this girl was becoming more and more considerate. He settled into the rattan chair in a comfortable posture, spread his legs, and gestured with his eyes that the young woman could begin.

The girl knelt down gracefully, a faint blush rising on her delicate face. She lightly licked her lips, her small pink tongue resting just at the edge.

Fine beads of sweat dotted her nose. She gently lifted the corner of Wang Zhuo's swimming trunks, releasing the treasure within.

Wang Zhuo, freshly out of the water, felt a slight coolness on his skin, but the girl's gentle embrace sent a wave of warmth straight to his spine. Taking advantage of this temporary softness, she fully encompassed his pride, even playfully flicking her tongue over the textured folds hidden beneath the thicket of hair.

Wang Zhuo praised her actions with a silent smile, reaching out a finger to wipe away the sweat on her nose. Under the girl's devoted attention, he soon reached his peak.

He lay back in the rattan chair, eyes gently closed in pleasure. Just then, Siyuan suddenly let out a burst of laughter.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhuo sat up, asking curiously. Siyuan was shaking with uncontrollable mirth, her shoulders trembling.

After catching her breath, she finally said, "Guess what I just suddenly remembered?" "How can I possibly guess?" Wang Zhuo asked back, laughing wryly. "I knew you wouldn't get it," Siyuan said playfully.

"I just suddenly thought: I don't know who the most recognized person in the world is, but the treasure of the most recognized man in the world is right here in front of me!" Her words were a bit convoluted, and Wang Zhuo was momentarily stunned before he understood the implication. He couldn't help but laugh too.

Wasn't that right? Edison Chen created a record in '08, making his treasure the most well-known one globally.

Now, that record had finally been broken by him. The Paris Hilton incident and the Kardashian incident had both caused sensations, earning their male protagonists this 'honor,' and now it was his turn!

[Note: The Nei Ning footage was shot in 2003 when Paris Hilton was 19; it was leaked late in 2003 by her ex-boyfriend. The female protagonist in the other incident, Kardashian, won a $5 million settlement from the distributor, ten times more than Hilton’s $400,000.] Wang Zhuo knew that neither Edison Chen nor the male leads in the other two incidents commanded the sensationalism or influence that he did.

As for the reason... well, he had to admit, it wasn't because he was handsome and likable, but because the female protagonist in the incident was terrifyingly famous!

"So you're saying I got some benefit from Ailin too," he said, flicking her forehead with a wry smile. "Exactly!

Now it's a big star," Siyuan giggled, licking her lips as she laughed, "an international superstar." ... Wang Zhuo didn't find Siyuan's joke funny, but he had to reluctantly accept the reality.

Thinking that from now on, he too was a celebrity—just mentioning his name to a stranger would immediately elicit a look of long-held admiration, admiration directed entirely at the 'treasure' in his lower regions—Wang Zhuo felt an urge to go mad. Whether Siyuan told Guan Yingying and the others about the joke, or if they came up with the topic themselves, the result was the same: from that day forward, his appendage, already nicknamed '250,' acquired another moniker: 'The Superstar.' With so many worries, he wouldn't fret over one more bite.

Wang Zhuo already had many nicknames; one more wasn't a big deal, but the origin of this particular nickname made him feel deeply ashamed. Compared to everything happening around him, Wang Zhuo was more concerned about Ailin's situation.

As a man who wasn't even shown in the photos, he was already facing immense trouble. As a public figure, an underage girl, and an idol star, the pressure Ailin was enduring was far greater.

Could she withstand it? Although the incident was accidental, and Wang Zhuo held little responsibility since the photos were taken at Ailin's own insistence, he felt that given the severity of the situation, he was at least guilty of 'oversight'—he hadn't grasped the security risks of the photos deeply enough.

Although he was also a victim, he felt he should, under any circumstances, reach out to Ailin, comfort her, and help her manage the aftermath. But how could he contact her?

Wang Zhuo thought it over and suddenly came up with a plan. Lieutenant Colonel Moning should have the contact information for McTavish.

If he found Old Top, he should be able to find his granddaughter, Ailin Top, right?