Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The dim light, like an unfolded silk veil, cascaded down the young man's rugged back, concealing the strange and treacherous curves of his bones beneath his pale skin.

The once aloof man lay slumped on the table, the harsh alcohol stimulating his throat. The icy resolve in his dark eyes seemed to slowly melt away, releasing a downward steam that wafted and rippled, reflecting a strange light.

—It looked like it was about to fall.

Yin Su pursed his lips and straightened up, quickly withdrawing his right hand that had brushed past the young man's eye. The warmth spreading on the black glove was almost fleeting, yet it felt like burning embers, scalding straight into the man's heart.

"Unspoken rules?"

His eyes were deep, and he slowly lowered his center of gravity, like a vicious wolf ready to skin the young man alive and devour him at any moment. "Is this how my godfather sees me?"

If Bo Bing were sober, she would never have said such blunt things to Yin Su's face.

This body's alcohol tolerance is about that of a normal adult male; it's not so weak that it can't withstand the effects of alcohol, but it's not exactly a super drinker who can hold his liquor forever.

The consequence of a young person drinking recklessly under the pretext of relieving their sorrows is, of course, getting drunk.

"You're talking as if you've never touched it."

Bo Bing just sneered.

Can those who control resources in the entertainment industry still maintain a clean reputation?

Although he had little contact with the entertainment industry in his previous life, his clothing brand was sold all over the world, and he had contact with many agencies and theater troupes. Of course, he also knew a lot about the dirty things in the entertainment industry. The seemingly glamorous people may appear noble, but how many of them are truly pure and untainted by the mud?

The guy who has access to actor resources... If he only knew Yin Su from his past life, he would never have said that. A guy who relies on his own group for survival might not get into trouble, but he would definitely not be Yin Su, who even deceived him in his past life.

It's only natural that a cunning and scheming person would be feared.

Yin Su frowned. "Does my godfather like to smear me?"

Is this a case of mudslinging?

Bo Bing downed the drink in one gulp, then spread his hands. "Unfortunately, I don't know either."

The young man had drunk some alcohol, and his face flushed, making him look somewhat handsome. However, the words he uttered were not very pleasant to hear.

—At least the guy on the other side of the thin ice doesn't like to hear that.

Yin Su stared at him, "You can pin things on me even if I don't know them? I told my godfather..." The man got excited and almost blurted out something important, but he fell silent at the crucial moment.

Bo Bing didn't catch the underlying meaning in his words, and just thought that the man was feeling guilty, so she went on to bring up the warning that Bai Zixiu and his brother had given him when he was still recording the show.

The young man didn't embellish the story, but the Bai brothers' advances toward Yin Su were plain to see.

"I forgot to mention," Bo Bing poured herself another glass of wine, "that guy who debuted as the center of the group on that show..."

The young man tapped the table with his left ring finger as usual, a cold smile playing on his lips. "It's Bai Shanyan, isn't it?"

What qualifications does Bai Shanyan have to debut in the center position?

Even though Bo Bing had already guessed that there was someone predetermined to debut, she still didn't expect Bai Shanyan to win the center position.

Even if Bai Shanyan is indeed good at creating romantic pairings and his fan base has been refined enough, what ability does he have to surpass Wen Yuan and Jiang Wenqing?

But that's how it works.

Bo Bing felt somewhat indignant on behalf of Jiang Wenqing and Wen Yuan, because even Zhao Yang, who was just there to have some fun, was more musically accomplished than Bai Shanyan.

Disgusting.

"Ah, if Godfather hadn't mentioned it, I would have completely forgotten about it," Yin Su said with his usual gentle smile, but those who knew him knew that behind that smile lay a terrifying undercurrent. "So, Godfather is here to interrogate me?"

That old man from the Bai family offered some pretty good terms.

At least it was a condition that would interest Yin Su.

In a sense, he had no reason to refuse the "loyalty" of the old Bai family geezer, but the contract offered to Bai Shanyan was not so easy to get rid of.

Bai Jiaxiao wanted to get a share of the spoils from the corrupt Iron Horse, but the few parasites under Xiao Hu, who held absolute power, would not agree to it.

This insignificant family, not even worthy of being called a third-rate one, actually wants to use Bai Zixiu's title to pave the way for their own advancement.

Yin Su almost burst out laughing.

It's not unjust for someone who hasn't even figured out the new relationship between himself, Feng Tianhan, and Xiao Huxin to become one of the countless stepping stones for those with unrealistic fantasies—perhaps it's more suitable for these daydreamers.

"I wouldn't go so far as to make an accusation. I just want to know what unspoken conditions Teacher Yin Su agreed to?" Bo Bing looked up. "Can I also afford to pay this check?"

He was indeed curious about the tempting conditions that might make Yin Su "make an exception" for him.

"Is it wealth? Power? Assets? Or is it that Teacher Yin Su is tired of the women throwing themselves at him and wants something different and exciting—"

Bo Bing himself found these conditions ridiculous. After thinking for a moment, he spoke bluntly, his words sharp and incisive, "Or perhaps Professor Yin Su prefers men..."

He never imagined that his words would come true by accident.

Yin Su's eyes instantly became unfathomable.

Bo Bing thought the other party was feeling guilty about Bai Shanyan.

"Giving movie resources to someone who's not even a trainee?" Bo Bing gripped the rim of her wine glass, tapping the bottom against the other man's glass, her dark eyes slanting at him. "Are you trying to make me believe... you're some kind of good person?"

The wine glass made a crisp sound as it was about to break under the weight, and the brown liquid in Yin Su's glass was also splashed into beautiful ripples.

Those who toast Yin Su are always the ones who lower their glasses to show respect; Bo Bing's action was utterly provocative.

"It really hurts me."

Yin Su stood up, not refuting the young man's words, but instead curling his lips into a smug and wicked smile, "Does Godfather know... what the real unspoken rules are?"

Bo Bing had to admit that the effects of alcohol on his brain did not impair his heightened sixth sense.

Otherwise, why would I feel a chilling, stiff sensation at this moment?

The black-haired youth's expression changed slightly, not because of Yin Su's indirect admission of the vague issue, but because of the man's action of directly pinning him down on the sofa, which was almost a complete one-sided invasion of social distance.

—Clearly, the superior's pride has been offended.

The reflective mechanism of thin ice did not disappear with the catalysis of alcohol.

"Go away!"

He crouched down and swiftly thrust with his right leg, but his opponent seemed to have anticipated his resistance and easily neutralized his movement. Seeing that his Rabbit-Eagle kick had failed, Bo Bing instantly twisted his body and launched an attack, seemingly forgetting his injured left shoulder. His left hand shot out like a snake's tongue, precisely locking his opponent's throat with one hand.

In his constricted pupils, sharp icy light briefly pierced the alcohol-catalyzed mist, and his snake-like eyes stared directly into Yin Su's eyes.

Just as Bo Bing grabbed Yin Su's neck.

"Be quiet."

Yin Su was still smiling; no one knew why he could still laugh even with his neck being gripped.

Even thin ice.

Be quiet.

The dim yellow light resembled the ripples in a wine glass, spreading out in layers that created a sense of disorientation. The red dot between the man's brows was unusually bright. Despite being a god-like figure, he exuded a chilling and terrifying aura of evil.

Bo Bing's gentle gaze turned into a bottomless abyss of hell.

To extract the marrow from the bones.

The young man felt that the moment he saw the other person's eyes, his consciousness, already ravaged by alcohol, was instantly pulled away, the voice seemed to come from afar, and all his strength vanished.

body.

very heavy.

It is constantly sinking.

—It's like sinking into an endless sandstorm, waiting to be buried.

"Get a good night's sleep, Godfather."

Yin Su looked at the unconscious young man, his gentle smile unchanged.

He covered the young man's eyes with his right hand, gently kissed the back of his hand, and spoke words of malice that sounded like a warning.

"Don't always be so smart that you make me angry."