Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

He Jinlan brought back the little Siamese cat.

The kitten was smaller than the palm of my hand, and its tiny fur and blank eyes made it look especially pitiful.

It is only natural to feel pity and affection.

He Jinlan and Li Ling sat on low stools in the living room, one on each side. In the middle, the kitten stood wobbling in its cat bed, curiously pawing at the fluffy blanket.

The two were talking in hushed tones when they heard footsteps coming from the side, and they both stood up at the same time.

"Little Lord."

He Jinlan and Li Ling bowed slightly.

"Tell Sun Qiuping about the arrangements for going to J country," Yin Su said in a flat tone. "We'll go pick up Wang Chang first. We haven't reached an agreement with Chen Hongpeng's leading lady, Chen Xiaoqiao. Several of the guys from the leading lady's company have left. There's no rush to send Bo Bing over."

What's the itinerary in Japan?

Isn't that one of the locations used as inspiration for Director Wang Chang's new film? The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the understanding in each other's eyes.

—Should we bring that weirdo along?

The young man appeared to be completely drunk and unconscious. His boss lifted him up by his buttocks with one hand, his legs hanging limply over the man's waist, and he pressed himself against the man's shoulder. His fine black hair obscured the young man's slightly reddened nape.

Despite their suspicions, the two kept their gazes firmly away from the strange scene.

Don't look at things you shouldn't.

"I'll contact Agent Sun later."

He Jinlan responded.

Yin Su nodded, then carried the young man back to his room.

For Bo Bing, it was a nightmare.

The hazy corners of memory were stirred up, and many long-lost figures stepped forward one by one.

The incense burning before the Guandi Temple, the bloodstains in the cold rainy night, the spilled tea in the conference room, the souls burning in the sky above the ocean...

Bo Bing's body and mind felt as if they were stuffed with cotton, limp and powerless, with terrifying roaring sounds filling his ears.

—My stomach is churning and my head is throbbing.

The stomach acid surging up her throat pierced Bo Bing's fragile nerves, and the urge to vomit and the recurring pain instantly overwhelmed her thoughts.

Thin ice almost rushed into the bathroom.

He vomited uncontrollably.

The rotten smell of alcohol lingered in his nostrils, and the young man's thoughts were in a jumbled mess. His blackout memories after drinking made the veins on his temples bulge and his blood rush to his head, as if a beating heart was about to surge and roll out of his stomach acid.

The smell of a sink, alcohol, sewage, and a throbbing, excruciating pain in my brain.

[Plane crash?]

Bo Bing struggled to hold onto the edge of the sink, the cold water from the tap pouring over his head, stinging his eyes and causing them to become bloodshot. His consciousness was still on its way back.

The buzzing sound in my ears decreased.

The dazed young man squinted, trying to see how disheveled he looked in the mirror, but the image that appeared in the mirror made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The man, identical to the one in the painting behind the black gauze curtain in the master bedroom of the small courtyard, with a pure white jasmine flower pinned to his chest, was coldly curling his lips at the young man.

Was it Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly? Or perhaps it was a butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzi?

"Bang—Crack—"

Huge movement.

"Godfather? Open the door!"

Yin Su realized something was wrong and got up to chase after him.

Yin Su, who forced his way in, pulled the young man, who was kneeling on the ground and still panting heavily, out of the room. He carefully avoided the blood-stained shards of glass on the ground and pressed the call button.

"Godfather, take a deep breath, the family doctor is coming right away."

The young man, however, grasped Yin Su's wrist tightly as if it were a lifeline.

Yin Su lowered his head, and the young man's eyes, now veiled in a terrifying red gauze, stared intently at him, as if seeking an answer.

The hysterical young man stopped He Jinlan and the family doctor who had rushed over after hearing the commotion.

“Yin Su”.

Bo Bing raised his head, his tone calm—perhaps the calm before the storm.

"You know who I am... right?"

His voice was soft, but that didn't prevent Yin Su from understanding what he meant.

"I know," Yin Su said, grasping Bo Bing's cold hand in return, hearing his own voice.

"I will always stand by your side, Godfather."

The incident was dropped by Yin Su and Bo Bing, and Bo Bing's superficial injuries were quickly disinfected and treated.

As for the meaning of those nonsensical words, He Jinlan thought that perhaps they were a secret shared between the two of them.

The silver earrings, representing pain and memories, are like monuments to life, nailed to the thin ice of the earlobe.

Bo Bing felt that something must have gone wrong.

Otherwise, why would he feel the endorphins from the pressure and pain transform into a continuous stream of pleasure the moment Yin Su pierced his earlobe?

【madman】

The mechanical electronic voice popped out inappropriately.

"Maybe."

Bo Bing does not deny that "no one who is reborn after being possessed by another body will take it for granted that they are the original owner."

[That’s true]

“But now,” Bo Bing lowered her eyes, “the two phases of my life have blurred at a certain critical point.”

[It's because your ambition has grown too fast, host.]

"I have no opinion."

Bo Bing shrugged.

He Jinlan had already brought the cat over. It was tiny, and after being fed, it curled up into a ball and nestled perfectly in Bo Bing's hands. The large Siamese cat plush toy stood crookedly beside the young man.

It was so small that its fur wasn't very thick yet, so even the young man had to be very gentle when stroking it.

"What name should Godfather call it?"

Yin Su snuggled closer and crawled into the large blanket on the bed.

Bo Bing glanced at him and gave Yin Su a name that made him both laugh and cry.

"Hongta Mountain."