Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"Sleepy?"

Yin Su dried his long hair, looking down at the young man who had finished showering and was taking a nap on the beanbag chair before him. "Godfather's hair is a bit long. Shall we get it cut later?"

“A little,” Bo Bing opened one eye, glanced at the man, and then lazily closed it again. “The steam makes me not want to move… Didn’t you say you’d have a drink with me tonight? We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“Listen to your godfather,” Yin Su said, pulling the Siamese cat plush toy from the young man’s arms. “Let’s go. The bar upstairs has already been cleared out.”

"Not drinking outside?"

Seeing that the thing in her arms was taken away, Bo Bing struggled to sit up.

The young man realized he had asked a stupid question. Putting aside whether this guy could even show up at the bar, it was perfectly normal for such an outrageously luxurious rooftop to have a private bar.

Tsk, those evil rich people.

"What, Godfather, do you want to go out and have some fun?"

"It was just a slip of the tongue."

Yin Su held the doll he had snatched from his godfather in one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up as if in silent pressure and probing. His voice was deep, "Hmm, let me think... a three-time Golden Horse Award winner going to a bar late at night to meet a man... that shouldn't be a small news story."

“That’s definitely not it,” Bo Bing said, standing up while rubbing her acupoints. Her tone was serious. “I’m even more afraid of being recognized by strangers than you are.”

"Hmm... Is Godfather really that unwilling to have sex scandals with me?"

Yin Su pointed to himself with his hand.

"Has anyone ever said you're good at being difficult and troublesome?" The young man retrieved his doll, glanced coldly at Yin Su beside him, and walked side by side with the man into the side corridor. He then deliberately teased him, "When has Teacher Yin Su ever lacked scandals?"

Countless people want to use this guy to pave their way to success in the film and television industry.

"My godfather has wronged me again," Yin Su smiled and spread his hands helplessly, "When have I ever had a scandal?"

“That was because Ice Age and Tianci’s legal departments were quick to act,” Bo Bing smiled, her eyes filled with nostalgia. “Ice Age’s legal department did a lot of work to protect you back then. Executive Director Hui Wenxi would report to you every week.”

Yin Su just smiled when he heard this, and casually went behind the bar to put on gloves.

"What I'm blocking is the fabricated charges against certain people... and it is now as well."

The man, unusually, dropped his gentle facade in front of Bo Bing, his expression solemn. He leaned down, staring intently into Bo Bing's eyes, as if seeking a deeper meaning. "So, is my godfather willing to share some of his trust with me?"

The young man's figure was completely shrouded in the dark shadow cast by the man's body, but his snake eyes shone with a terrifying light.

"I wronged Teacher Yin Su. So your life was flawless after all?"

The young man curled his lips into a slight, cold smile, his upward gaze showing no sign of yielding.

This is a contest that is everywhere.

There is something in the words.

It was just a fleeting moment when both sides crossed the line and revealed their true thoughts—a flash of lightning, a sharp clash.

"I dare not speak of life, but I can guarantee that a person is flawless," Yin Su said with a gentle smile, revealing his mischievous side, "flawless white jade."

Yin Su did not answer the question directly.

Perhaps the other party was testing whether he had undermined Feng Tianhan's Ice Age. It was unclear whether it was due to guilt or other shady feelings, but it was also clear that the shallow probing and malice between the two parties had come to an end.

Bo Bing sat cross-legged on the high sofa, staring at the bar and wine cabinet in front of her. The simple and retro style, with colorful foreign wines illuminated by warm spotlights, showed a unique, sharp, and dazzling sense of luxury.

"What would you like to drink?" Yin Su asked, knowing when to stop.

"You know how to adjust it?"

Bo Bing tapped the bar counter with her right index finger, issuing a rude order to the bar's owner, "Bring me your specialty, don't try to fool me."

Yin Su smiled and shook his head, "I'm not taking your money, so why are you accusing me of lying before the investigation has even started?"

"Focus," the young man habitually reminded him, "If you don't mix a good drink, you'll be in trouble."

Bo Bing watched as the man skillfully lit a fire to heat the handle of the spoon, then used the hot fire to scald the not-fully-frozen ice ball, pouring out the remaining water.

The movements are clean and crisp.

Pour Blue Nebula liquor into a glass, fill it six-tenths full with lemonade, and then add an ice ball filled with a concoction of red liquor.

The different densities of the liquids, the melting of the ice ball, and the reactions of the liquids caused the red liquor to cascade down into the blue liquor like a waterfall, creating a beautiful and clean effect.

The feeling in her heart was strange. Bo Bing had to admit that Yin Su, who was working hard, was indeed like the abyss that his fans said he was, drawing people's attention to him.

A breathtakingly handsome appearance.

Even with the unsightly scars on her face, she now resembles Venus's missing arm, evoking pity and admiration.

"Mars Waterfall," Yin Su pushed it in front of Bo Bing, "Try it."

Bo Bing then snapped out of her reverie, took a sip, and said, "It's alright."

"That's good."

Bo Bing did not refute.

Yin Su poured himself a glass of whisky on the rocks. Although it wasn't authentic Mizu-cut whisky, the ice reduced the spiciness and highlighted its sweetness and mellowness.

The two drank quietly.

After Bo Bing finished his drink, Yin Su poured him more whiskey. The young man's alcohol tolerance wasn't very high, and he took advantage of his impaired sense of taste to drink more. He drank quickly, and after several large glasses, he started sweating.

Bo Bing had originally planned to get drunk, so she simply let herself go.

pain.

The pain of numbness.

Dull pain in the intervertebral nerves, sharp pain in the intercerebral nerves, phantom heart pain, severe pain in the deep infrapatellar bursa...

The pain is like a carbuncle clinging to the bone.

Whether it's revenge, a plane crash, elusive clues, a bizarre high-tech system, or the hand secretly pulling everything and a treacherous brother, he swallows all the suffocating nightmares and unspeakable bitterness in his sleep.

A chessboard that is utterly disgusting.

A huge net.

Bo Bing didn't know if she was a chess player... or just a chess piece.

Yin Su stared at the black-haired youth slumped limply on the bar and sighed.

The godfather drank too fast.

Although it contains ingredients that can induce allergies, you should still be careful next time you drink it.

"Let's get down to business," Yin Su said, swirling his glass so that it made a clinking sound as ice cubes struck it. "Would Godfather ever have a cameo role in a movie?"

Yin Su knew he was no good person, and his choice to discuss so-called "serious business" at this time was entirely opportunistic.

"Movie?"

The young man lifted his thin, red eyelids, his eyes filled with confusion and his thoughts in a daze. He obediently followed the other man's finger and raised his chin, staring blankly at the man under the lamplight.

Seeing a beautiful woman under the lamplight—the impact of such a beauty is extraordinary.

The young man didn't even hear the electronic voice of "Feixia" clearly. He roughly connected the fragmented context in his mind and blurted out a sentence that almost broke Yin Su's composure.

"What, Professor Yin Su... are you trying to sexually harass me?"