Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing has been lying in bed for four days and has finally recovered to the point where he can get out of bed. This was partly due to Alpha's help, but even so, the doctor still wants him to rest in bed as much as possible.

Just kidding. This guy was brought by the big boss. What if he doesn't recover well and causes problems, and we get into trouble?

The doctors were all very perceptive. After the surgery, the room was filled with bodyguards and the mercenaries outside were watching the man. The leader made it clear that they had to save the young man in the bed no matter what.

Who would dare to mess with this guy?

Bo Bing looked out the window. She didn't feel much pain in the nerves around her collarbone. In this weather, the most painful areas were her lumbar spine and abdomen.

The numb pain felt like being cut by a dull knife, Bo Bing thought.

Just like that guy who hasn't come to see me for four days, he's really good at tormenting people.

Rainy days in Southeast Asia seem to be hotter, more humid, and longer.

It's also harder to endure.

This feeling is heavy and complicated.

Bo Bing struggled to get out of bed. The caregiver thought he needed to use the restroom and quickly came to help him. He did not refuse the caregiver's help.

This luxurious hospital room is a suite, guarded by bodyguards and Li Ling, with several gray pigeons guarding the corridor.

Given Bo Bing's previous experience, there is also surveillance in the inner room, directly facing Bo Bing's hospital bed, ostensibly for monitoring the patient.

Bo Bing had no objection to this.

Unfortunately, the final is the night after tomorrow, and he is determined not to lose this round of chips.

The scales can only tip in my favor, Bo Bing thought.

—After all, my soul has become the key to starting my second life.

The weight will only increase over time.

"Go to the door."

The young man coughed, pointed to the door, then put his hand on the caregiver's shoulder and straightened up. The caregiver couldn't understand Bo Bing's words, but she understood the meaning of Bo Bing's gesture, and considerately opened the door for him.

Where is Yin Su?

Bo Bing was wearing a blue and white hospital gown. His face had become even thinner after a serious illness, and he looked neither human nor ghost. He would be a real bombshell in a mental hospital.

However, the good thing is that the skill [plate] has finally entered the next stage. As long as the energy is replenished well, Bo Bing's body will recover quickly.

Li Ling's feelings towards Bo Bing are now very complicated.

This guy is a hidden talent. He seems like an ordinary trainee, but somehow he has won the boss's favor, and the relationship between the boss and this guy is quite unusual.

But now, do you dare to challenge your boss?

As the steward, Li Ling naturally had some objections to this.

"Young Master does not wish to see you right now."

Li Ling put down his laptop, stood up, adjusted his monocle, and looked at the black-haired young man in front of him who was hunched over to avoid touching his wound. "What you need now is rest."

—Don't you want to see me?

The young man began nervously pressing his left temple.

What's going on with this guy?

Li Ling frowned.

A strange sense of incongruity.

Li Ling wasn't the kind of person who was brainless. He knew that Yin Su and Bo Bing had a secret, and he was just relaying Yin Su's words.

“Li Ling, you are a smart man. I don’t want to make things difficult for you. This is a matter between Yin Su and me.”

The young man took a deep breath, his cold eyes meeting Li Ling's, leaving him no room to look away.

"Let me state my question again, Yin Su, where are you now?"

Bo Bing began to feel a little impatient.

A black Bentley cut through the rain.

Yin Su had just finished filming a scene in the rain, and his agent and assistant took turns coming up to touch up his makeup and wipe away the water.

Bai Zixiu, who was not far away, frowned. It seemed like he hadn't seen Bo Bing on set for a while.

That guy... probably isn't acting like a big shot.

Besides, the scenes haven't been filmed yet, how could he possibly go back? Bai Zixiu swayed, realizing what he was thinking, and disgustedly put the thought away.

He Jinlan seemed to have received some text message. She ran up and whispered a few words in his ear. Bai Zixiu then saw Yin Su hurriedly stand up and walk outside.

Tsk, being a big star is all that matters. You can just leave whenever you want, and the director doesn't even say anything.

He Jinlan, holding an umbrella, opened the back door for Yin Su.

"Righteousness... on thin ice?"

Yin Su immediately shut up, frowned as he looked at the young man inside with bandages wrapped around his neck, then turned to the driver, Li Ling, his voice indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger, "Li Ling, who told you to bring him here?"

He Jinlan and Li Ling both knew that this was a sign that Yin Su was suppressing his anger.

Li Ling was about to speak when Bo Bing interrupted him.

"Get in the car, Yin Su," the young man patted the seat next to him, his tone unusually softer, "Don't make things difficult for Li Ling. I asked him to bring me here. Otherwise, even if it were him, he would never have been able to stop me from finding someone."

Yin Su hesitated for a moment, then got into the car.

He Jinlan sat in the passenger seat, informing Sun Qiuping and Yin Su that their itinerary had changed, while raising the partition.

The space behind them suddenly fell silent.

Yin Su looked at Bo Bing to the side, only to find that the other person's gaze was fixed on him.

The young man had a pitiful, weak air about him, but Yin Su knew that it was just an illusion given to him by the young man's new body.

silence.

Something grows in the silence beneath the rain curtain.

Do you hate me?

The silent soil was finally broken by something.

The young man curled his lips into a smile and blinked, an expression rarely seen on his face. It lacked sarcasm and coldness, instead conveying a sense of reassurance and gentleness.

Yin Su heard the man's words, but he couldn't answer his question.

Hate?

Do I dislike my godfather?

Impossible, Yin Su knew very well. At this moment, his feelings of liking her were like an unripe apple, the sourness of love almost overflowing.

How could I possibly dislike you?

I'm too busy liking you to even think about it.

But I can't say it.

His throat felt as if it were blocked by reason, unable to utter a sound or express any emotion to the young man.

At this moment, Yin Su only felt timid.

A suffocating sense of powerlessness.

“Even if you hate it, Eun Su.”

The other party seemed to take Yin Su's silence as an admission, "I'm not the kind of person you're likable... It's okay if you hate me."

What was the man trying to explain?

Immediately afterwards, the young man took her hand and placed it on his cool forehead.

"sorry."

The young man lowered his head, revealing the vulnerable back of his neck, and sincerely apologized.

"Little Flower, talk to me."

He hadn't heard such a title in a long time. Yin Su wondered, "Is today my lucky day? I can still hear such words."

—The apple in my heart is almost ripe and has turned into a pool of sweet juice.

Even God's creation could not resist the temptation of the apple in the Garden of Eden.

Moreover, the guy holding the apple is...