Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Meanwhile, Yin Su's cold was still lingering.

Illness strikes like a landslide. He's usually a healthy guy, but this cold has been lingering on and off for half a month.

—It's quite serious.

Low-grade fever, high fever, cough, and so on, over and over again.

Even with a busy work schedule, Agent Sun didn't dare let him come to work. This time, their boss's condition was too serious. Several private doctors took turns keeping watch over him in the courtyard. The forces behind Yin Su also noticed this and put tremendous pressure on them.

Thus, men had a rare moment of leisure.

His consciousness was like duckweed, drifting with the current, rising and falling. He lay in bed, not knowing where his consciousness was going.

The man had a comically funny little red flower fever-reducing patch on his forehead, wore a loose light-colored bathrobe, and had his long hair disheveled behind his head. His god-like face was still breathtakingly handsome, but it was flushed with illness.

Yin Su opened his eyes quietly, looking so adorable that anyone who saw him would feel sorry for him.

The sound of dripping was very faint, but it was clear enough to reach his ears.

Although the doctor had told him many times not to use his phone, he still couldn't resist picking it up to take a look. However, what awaited him was an empty chat box. The black-haired pixelated character on the other end remained silent, while the red-haired pixelated character seemed to be hesitating, sending him chat messages intermittently, but receiving no response.

How to do it?

The little wolf thought.

His godfather told him not to bother him.

And then there really was no more news.

This is probably the feeling of disappointment a little wolf cub feels when it suddenly wants to cling to someone, opens its phone, and finds no one to cling to.

Yin Su opened his phone and then put it down again, frowning and looking very sad. This made his manager, Sun, who was standing next to him, hold back for a long time, but in the end she couldn't hold back anymore.

"Boss, is there something urgent that you need to do?"

The pot-bellied middle-aged man looked up from his tablet.

The movie star stared at his agent, who assumed he didn't want to be disturbed, and began to apologize.

"It's alright," Yin Su smiled, then thought for a moment, "When will our movie be released internally? Is the date not going to be changed again?"

Manager Sun assumed that the boss was worried about this matter, so he quickly patted his chest and assured him that the timing would definitely not be wrong.

"Ah, that's it..."

The boss's voice was devoid of any emotion.

So Agent Sun quickly opened her tablet, "What about your birthday party this year? Is it the same as every year...? Are you going to attend?"

Yin Su lowered his eyes.

"No, I want to take a good rest this year."

"what?"

Sun's agent looked up. In previous years, even if he didn't like it, as a top actor, Yin Su would still attend, even if it was just to save face...

Before he could finish his thought, he heard Yin Su's voice.

"I'm very tired lately."

The man's voice was hoarse, filled with obvious exhaustion, "Let's skip this year. I want to... have some time alone with my godfather..."

It was unusual for the boss to bring up Feng Tianhan, so Agent Sun fell silent, knowing that this was a topic she couldn't casually respond to.

"Okay, boss, I'll talk to them."

Yin Su waved his hand, signaling him to go and rest, and not to stay with him.

He stared at the painting, unaware of when he fell asleep.

The smell of rust, the heavy smell of engine oil, and the fishy smell of rainwater mingled together, making it impossible for Yin Su to tell where he was.

The bumpy three-wheeled vehicle broke through the rainy night, the engine of the motor vehicle drowning out the man's shouts and curses.

Yin Su, however, felt incredibly at ease despite his heart pounding rapidly, even with his haphazardly made-up raincoat on his head.

A sense of chaos.

Feeling of falling.

Yin Su couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.

Just as he still doesn't have the real feeling that Feng Tianhan, his adoptive father, has come back to life, he fears that it's all a dream. When he wakes up, he will find that there is no such thing as resurrection, and the young man is just an ordinary trainee who has no connection with him.

That ambitious man, who was always high above others, has long since perished in the cold ocean.

Is it because I miss you so much that I'm in a daze?

Yin Su's consciousness stopped falling.

Maybe it's in a cage?

He vaguely sensed everything around him; this was not a familiar scene, nor was it his familiar godfather.

By tightening his fingers, he could force out a low, suppressed cry of pain from that person.

Yin Su was startled to realize.

Because of lack of oxygen, her hands tightly clenched around her wrists, her muscular body slowly being swallowed by the red rope beneath her, and her shrill cries of pleasure as she was forced to swallow the bitter fruit of paradise.

It was the serpent that was severely punished by the gods in the Garden of Eden.

It is solid ice that is slowly melted in warm water.

In the bizarre and fantastical dream, Yin Su couldn't see who the person was, yet he knew perfectly well who it was.

Heartbeat.

Yin Su let himself indulge in his dream.

The man soothed the bird that had accidentally wandered into the hunter's forbidden area, and then, without a second thought, pulled the poor yellow sparrow, which was fluttering and trying to fly out of its owner's arms, into the vortex of desire.

A sweet, light feeling.

After knocking on the door for a long time without getting a response, Sun, the agent, and He Jinlan, who quietly entered the room, turned pale instantly.

"Doctor, come quick! The patient's blood has returned to normal."