Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing looked at the message the other party had sent, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He was unusually puzzled.

Is it for holiday money?

The young man thought for a moment, then turned away from Li Feng, who was trying to peek at his phone. He then lowered his eyes and sent a transfer as requested, with the words "520" prominently displayed on their chat page.

[ICE: Happy Holidays]

[ICE: Even when I'm not around, make sure you take your medicine properly...]

"What a worrying fellow," Bo Bing thought.

Yin Su gripped his phone in disbelief.

The acrid heat almost burned his eyes; he hunched over, yet let out a joyful laugh.

The room was large, yet also empty, so much so that the man's lonely laughter could echo through it.

A huge painting, shrouded in thick black gauze, hangs on one wall. The man in the painting is shrouded in sticky shadows, with a snow-white jasmine flower tucked into his left breast pocket, which shines strikingly brightly in the muddy shadows.

Looking at the shadow, Yin Su felt as if the person inside was gradually growing bones and blood.

"Look... how can I bear to let go like this?"

Yin Su felt his world spinning, and he began to mutter to himself.

This is not his room.

Previously, he needed Feng Tianhan's permission to enter, but after a certain period of time, he also gained the right to freely enter and leave this room.

However, the creature inside has long since become a cold, lifeless painting.

Yin Su didn't know if he was dreaming. When he woke up, everything returned to normal. There was no such thing as possession or resurrection, and there was no young body that could contain Feng Tianhan's soul to continue talking to him.

"If this is a dream..."

Yin Su hugged the blanket and buried his head in it. The tip of his nose was filled with the cool scent of jasmine, faint yet very pleasant, which made him feel calm involuntarily.

Bo Bing was still a little worried. Although Yin Su didn't say it, his condition today was obviously not right.

Bo Bing frowned, but still chose to call He Jinlan, who was already off work.

Two calls followed in quick succession.

"Hello, who is it?"

He Jinlan looked at the unfamiliar number on his phone and answered it without hesitation. This was his private number, which he usually didn't use to contact others, and only a very small number of people knew about it.

"I am Bo Bing."

The young man's indifferent voice came through the microphone as always, which surprised He Jinlan for a moment.

"Go see Yin Su, he has a cold."

Hearing the other party's almost subconscious commanding tone, He Jinlan felt slightly uncomfortable, but since it concerned Yin Su, she didn't care about the young man's attitude. She just responded and directly used another phone to call Yin Su's private doctor. The group headed straight for the courtyard.

Bo Bing realized that her tone was a bit off, and after a moment's hesitation, she still said thank you before hanging up.

Even if he doesn't know why he's thanking He Jinlan, or from what standpoint he's thanking her.

Yin Su felt that he had a fever, but he was unusually willful today and chose to lie on the big bed instead of calling a doctor or any assistant.

The fatigue of the past few days surged up, eroding Yin Su's rationality.

Just then, a video call from Bo Bing popped up on his phone. The man glanced at it and decided to answer, but he didn't point the camera at himself.

"Are you alright? Have something to eat..."

Bo Bing couldn't see Yin Su's face. She gently tapped the screen with her finger, her eyes lowered, and asked, "Where's your face?"

Yin Su almost laughed. Why did his godfather look a little awkward doing that?

"I'm feeling a bit unwell, and I don't look too good... Let's not face each other today... okay?"

When Yin Su opened his mouth, he found his throat was a little hoarse, so he naturally started to play the victim, "Even my godfather wouldn't like it..."

"Let me see, what does it look like now?" Bo Bing sighed inwardly. This guy really cared about his celebrity image. "He won't dislike it."

"Oh?"

Yin Su gently curved his lips into a smile, "So that means you like me?"

A few ambiguous words entered Bo Bing's eardrums, making his ear tips feel a little numb. He skillfully avoided the other person's trap and just looked at the scene in the other person's rear camera.

"Why are you in my room?"

Bo Bing didn't know if the other party did it intentionally or unintentionally, but the camera lightly swept across the huge painting, causing her temple to throb.

[Sensitive] Startup.

"Because I miss my godfather..."

The devilish whispers tentatively and gently entered the young man's ears, triggering a nerve reflex. Accompanied by ambiguous words, the screen displayed extremely stimulating images, and Bo Bing almost dropped his phone.

The man was shirtless, his hair was disheveled, and his bright, almond-shaped eyes were misty and watery from illness, looking up with a docile yet aggrieved expression.

It's absolutely gorgeous; even the most corrupted gods couldn't compare.

His camera control is absolutely Oscar-worthy.

【Feixia】Start.

The cold, electronic voice made Bo Bing curse the system as insane, but she didn't care about her face turning red instantly.

"My godfather is so fierce, does he not like me?"

"no……"

"Then like me a little more."

Yin Su felt that his illness was worthwhile, as he could now say things he wouldn't normally be able to say without restraint.

"Does my godfather know what this money he gave me today means?"

The young man's keen senses detected the unusual atmosphere between the two, as if a hidden door was slowly opening towards him.

He stared at the screen with a slightly flushed face, trying to make the other person back down; but the other person also stared at his eyes patiently and intently, without flinching.

There was an undercurrent of tension between the two.

The young man closed his eyes and after a long while, he finally uttered a sentence.

"It's time for you to rest."

Yin Su wasn't angry; in fact, he felt it was all under his control.

"Has Godfather eaten?"

"not yet."

Bo Bing then remembered her zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), took a plate from the microwave, put her phone on the table next to the bed, and began washing her hands and unpacking the zongzi.

"Is it delicious?" Yin Su lay on his side, watching the young man's mukbang video. "If you like it, I can send some more zongzi to my godfather."

"No, I don't really like it, I just want something new."

"Will my godfather come to see me again after the novelty wears off?" Yin Su stretched out his small fishhook.

"talk later."

Bo Bing put down what she was holding, wiped her mouth, and looked serious.

"I still need to figure out how to get food."

Yin Su paused for a moment, which was tantamount to a tacit refusal.

There was a knocking sound and the doctor's voice reporting in from outside.

Bo Bing heard this and was relieved.

"Get some rest and don't overthink things."

He thought for a moment and then reassured her.

"I always."