Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Everyone remained silent, as if by unspoken agreement.

He Jinlan's sorrow deepened.

"You are hurt."

Yin Su released his grip, looking down at the disheveled young man before him. "What happened?"

"Well, it's a long story..."

Bo Bing was completely exhausted, but ignoring his soaking wet body, he untied the somewhat comical box from his back, lifted it with one hand, and carefully placed it on a large coffee table.

His clothes, soaked by the water, rolled up at the edges as he moved, revealing two shallow dimples on the young man's lower back.

Endearing.

Yin Su's eyes darkened.

So thin.

Bo Bing struggled to wipe the water off his face. Before he could speak, the observant butler Li Ling had already instructed someone to bring hot towels and dry clothes upstairs. The main light in the living room was also turned on, and the warm light melted away much of the young man's fierce coldness.

The ginger tea bowl on the coffee table has changed from one bowl to two bowls.

Next to them were night shift staff members on standby for eight hours, respectfully holding the items in their hands and waiting.

"Please wait a moment, the family doctor will be here shortly," Li Ling glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, and nodded politely to Bo Bing at a distance that was neither too close nor too far from Yin Su.

Even though he initially disagreed with the boss's favoritism towards such a young trainee, after witnessing the horrifying scene just now, Li Ling put aside his contempt. "You can drink some ginger tea to warm up first. Here are some towels and clothes prepared for you."

"Oh, Butler Li," Bo Bing raised her eyes and said thank you naturally.

He knew this was Yin Su's butler, and they had a fairly familiar relationship before. He only knew that this guy seemed to have good business skills and grappling techniques, and seemed to have some knowledge of the catering industry.

Bo Bing unabashedly took off her shirt in front of the group, took a towel from a servant, and simply wiped the blood and rainwater off her body. The staff member next to her was a seasoned person who had seen a lot of things, and although she was very shocked inside, she did not show it on her face.

He Jinlan and Li Ling exchanged glances.

The young man casually wiped the water off his body and hair with his right hand, revealing a emaciated body with clearly visible ribs. His flesh was covered with numerous large and small, winding scars, which, combined with the daily beatings over the past two weeks, had created a gruesome sight.

The thick bandages wrapped around his left shoulder looked quite strange.

The blood had soaked through the bandage, and the plastic wrap covering it was not very secure. It was impatiently torn off by Bo Bing and thrown into the trash can.

Yin Su, unusually, remained silent, quietly observing Bo Bing's body. The young man's blood slowly seeped onto the man's expensive silk shirt.

The young man seemed oblivious to anything amiss. He wrapped himself in a fluffy gray coral fleece bathrobe, tucked the left sleeve into his belt with one hand, and then swiftly removed his lower body clothing without even glancing at it before throwing it directly into the trash can.

After finishing the ginger tea in one gulp, Bo Bing finally felt warm. She thought to herself, "This little devil is really hard to please. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to enjoy my midnight delivery service."

"Packed up?"

"All right."

Bo Bing sat next to Yin Su and touched his fingertips in a somewhat ingratiating manner.

"Then let's get straight to the point," Yin Su raised his chin, his expression indifferent, gesturing for the young man to sit on the sofa next to him so the doctor could treat his wounds, but he didn't move his fingers away. "You've already gotten yourself into this state, so don't try to fool me."

Bo Bing chuckled; this little rascal certainly knows how to manipulate people.

Seeing that the boss didn't kick them out, the three curious people sat down on the other sofa. Xiao Peilin sat on a separate sofa and opened his laptop.

"Well, I guess I'm destined to be a workaholic," Bo Bing coughed, her face looking a little pale. "My hands aren't working properly, so you'll have to unwrap the birthday cake yourself."

He Jinlan and the others did not expect that what Bo Bing was carrying on his back was a birthday cake.

The young man himself was soaked to the bone, but the cake was placed in a specially decorated box, wrapped in a pretty plastic raincoat and beautiful colored paper, and even the cake box itself was dry.

Yin Su didn't know how he felt.

Rather, he is now unable to articulate his true thoughts.

Secret smugness? Guilt? The exhilaration of success?

neither.

—The bitterness in my heart is almost tangible.

Alpha activated the analgesic effect on the thin ice, but since rainwater had gotten in, wound cleaning was unavoidable. Even without pain, the sensation of the scalpel cutting into the flesh and the pungent smell of disinfectant iodine lingered.

The doctor quickly cleaned and stitched up the wound, but Bo Bing's wound was disturbed, which even made He Jinlan feel nauseous. Bo Bing, however, acted as if nothing was wrong, touching her clean bandage and saying thank you.

Bo Bing briefly recounted what she had done in the past few days, of course, concealing the existence of the system and her deal with Zhou Tao, only saying that she had gone to rescue her cousin's classmate.

Yin Su fell silent—he seemed unusually quiet tonight.

The others had different thoughts.

The young man ignored the others' thoughts and just stared at the cake in front of Yin Su, which was now a complete mess, and sighed bitterly.

"Feel sorry."

Yin Su turned his head and looked at the somewhat remorseful young man staring at his birthday cake. His heart felt like it had been gently touched, and his throat tightened.

He did not turn off the light.

The man picked up the number candle for 29, looked at it, and then lit it.

“I’m twenty-nine years old,” Yin Su stared into the young man’s eyes, as if searching for a response. “This is the first birthday you’ve celebrated with me properly.”

Bo Bing paused for a moment, then laughed.

“Yes,” the black-haired youth avoided the man’s gaze, leaned back on the sofa, and said in a voice full of nostalgia and regret, “I’m so sorry, this is the first time I’ve ever bought a birthday cake for someone else.”

"You're really living a tiring life."

Yin Su lowered his eyes, staring at the candlelight on the cake. "Didn't I tell you that you would eventually be crushed by secrets?"

"Comfort is for the dead," the young man said, staring at the light from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, stretching his body comfortably as it warmed up. "Besides, in this world, the dead live more tiring lives than the living."

"Is it that important?"

The man paused, then closed his eyes. "Is it worth risking everything you have?"

"It's just a weight in the 'equivalent substitution'," the young man's tone became more serious than ever before, "I can't turn back now."

The four of them didn't dare to breathe, wondering what kind of riddle the other two were playing.

The air fell silent for a moment.

"Make a wish quickly, the candles are about to burn out."

Will it happen?

Yin Su was now like a child who wouldn't give up until he got to the bottom of things, insisting on getting to the bottom of the young man's questions: "If I make a wish, will it definitely come true?"

“How would I know?” Bo Bing’s voice was very soft.

If wishes could be granted, there wouldn't be so many equivalent substitutions in the world.

"But, who knows?"