Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing woke up three days later.

As soon as she woke up, the nurse on duty next to her jumped up and pressed the call button. In less than a minute, the once relatively empty ward was full of people. A huge group of people stood around her, making Bo Bing feel like she wasn't a patient, but a monkey with two heads being shown around.

His experience was truly legendary; even his attending physicians wanted to come and observe him, who had survived a fall from a great height.

Among the doctors treating him this time was Dr. Zhong Zhao, the same director who had given him emergency care during the car accident, and he was the attending physician again this time.

Miracle.

This was the thought of all the doctors present.

Coming down from a height of thirty meters should have been a certain death, but unexpectedly, this guy managed to survive as a human shield with only a comminuted fracture of his left finger bone. Apart from a slight concussion, he only suffered sprains and bruises elsewhere, and his internal organs and other parts of his body were completely unharmed. It's simply a miracle.

[In progress with musculoskeletal reshaping]

[Finished Sculpting]

The doctor checked the wound dressing, gave instructions on his diet, and left after seeing that Bo Bing's blood pressure readings had all returned to normal.

"Bo Bing, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Wen Yuan, who had been waiting outside, came in and helped him raise half of the bed. He asked him with concern, "Do you still recognize me?"

"I'm fine," Bo Bing slowly sat up, looking at the handsome young man who walked in with some confusion. "But what are you doing here?"

"You little heartless one."

When Wen Yuan heard that he was alright, he gently patted his head and sat down with a smile. "That night, I happened to see Assistant Xiao rushing over in a panic. I thought something might have happened to my half-boss."

"You're right."

Bo Bing nodded in agreement. "So, what about your half-boss? Is he injured?"

The guy they were talking about was naturally Yin Su, the boss of Tianci Entertainment and now also the boss of Tianci Trainee Group. To Wen Yuan of Longyu Entertainment, he was practically a boss.

“He’s alright. His assistant is outside and has probably already called to tell him,” Wen Yuan said, stroking his chin. “They’ve been keeping watch over him. It seems he went to run some errands with Director Wang Chang this morning.”

"What is it?" Bo Bing frowned.

“The public opinion outside is a mess. Wang Chang’s staff leaked this information. Those paparazzi have a keen sense of smell, and now they’re shameless and writing all sorts of nonsense for clicks,” Wen Yuan said, turning on the entertainment news channel on the hospital room’s TV. “This matter has been dragging on for the past two days.”

The black-haired youth stared at the paparazzi's exposé of "The Desperate Saburo" on the channel, then suddenly felt bored. "Are all of Yin Su's subordinates just sitting around doing nothing?"

"No, that's not it," Wen Yuan poured him a glass of water. "I really didn't expect that someone from them would team up with the paparazzi. Tianci's PR team jumped in immediately, but you're still not awake, so it's not easy to refute them directly... Now everyone's calling you 'the workaholic'!"

Bo Bing understood what Wen Yuan meant; he was afraid that if Wen Yuan didn't survive, the situation would be even more difficult to manage and would look even worse.

"Tsk, I'm clearly a 'timely rain'!" Bo Bing leaned back. "It's like I'm possessed, always giving me trouble."

Wen Yuan tucked him in, saying, "I'm relieved to see you so lively. I just told you you woke up. Xiao Qing will come over as soon as she's done with her work. Xiao Yang is still participating in a program in G Province in the south. He said he'll come back in a while and we can have a meal together."

"Jiang Wenqing is coming?"

Bo Bing rubbed her head. "Then I'm going to get nagged for a while."

"Who told you to just pack up and leave like that? You vanished into thin air, and everyone thought you went back to being a truck driver," Wen Yuan said, taking out his phone and waving it around, the punk shirt on his wrist clinking in his hand. "Add me on WeChat."

"add."

Bo Bing said this, but then realized her phone wasn't with her. "Never mind... ask He Jinlan to push me. I don't know where I lost my phone."

"Adding you on WeChat is harder than adding my business partners."

Wen Yuan teased him, "A dragon that appears only briefly, never to be seen again; that's the real deal."

Bo Bing also curled the corners of her lips, "If it's a fake person, that's unacceptable!"

"When did you and Yin Su get together? I think Assistant He seems quite worried about you."

Wen Yuan propped his head up and looked at the black-haired youth. The youth seemed more profound than he had been a few months ago. Wen Yuan realized he still couldn't see through Bo Bing's emotions and thoughts. Compared to the youth now, the youth on the show seemed more lively.

The guy looks much thinner now, but he seems even more imposing than when he fought me in the ring.

"You still saved him..."

Wen Yuan's words sounded rather meaningful.

"Don't be so rude," Bo Bing coughed, "It's just a financial relationship."

"what?"

Wen Yuan thought he had misheard, his eyes widening suddenly, "Money..."

“He paid me to be his bodyguard,” Bo Bing rolled her eyes at him. “What a pipe dream.”

"Oh, oh," Wen Yuan said awkwardly, taking a sip of water.

“I just drank that water,” Bo Bing said, raising her chin.

Wen Yuan realized that the water he had just poured for Bo Bing was in his hand, and his face turned red. He smiled shyly and said, "We're brothers, I don't mind."

“I don’t like it,” the young man said, his face darkening. “Take it away and get me a new one.”

Not long after Wen Yuan left, Yin Su entered.

"Father."

"Meow."

Bo Bing looked closely and saw that Yin Su was still carrying a Hongtashan cigarette in his hand. The two of them, one human and one cat, looked unusually pitiful.

The little Siamese was wearing a blue hat and a scarf around its neck, and it kept meowing at Bo Bing in Yin Su's hands.

"Oh, poor thing."

Seeing Bo Bing reach out his hand, the movie star instinctively bent down and hugged the cat so he could pet it.

I never expected that my hair would be touched, and then the little cat Hongtashan.

Yin Su belatedly looked up at the young man on the hospital bed.

—The bitterness in my heart is about to explode.

"Are you feeling better, Godfather?"

Yin Su sat beside him, somewhat afraid to look the young man in the eye. His slender fingers held the kitten's flailing paws, afraid it would snag on the thin ice pipe or his clothes.

"I'm feeling better... Actually, I'm fine too," Bo Bing said, looking down and carefully poking the kitten's paws. Yin Su gently pinched the kitten's little paws, and Bo Bing felt that they were soft to the touch, which made her feel much better.

Yin Su lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow, his soft hair falling down from his cheek, his handsome face bearing an obvious trace of sorrow.

"Godfather...do you think I'm actually a burden?" Yin Su smiled.

"Why do you ask?"

Bo Bing looked at Yin Su and suddenly realized.

Unlike Wen Yuan's sunny smile, Yin Su's smile always seemed somewhat bland and gentle, just like him. He seemed gentle to everyone, but no one could truly get him out of that bland defense.

No, there is only one person.

"I was just happy to see my godfather protecting me, but then I suddenly felt uneasy... I didn't want my godfather to get hurt again and again. Rather than saying it was for the good of my godfather, I would say I was being selfish."

Yin Su's tone was indifferent, but his eyes were a little red. "After we got together, my godfather became a regular at the hospital."

“Then you should get them to offer you a VIP membership, the kind that gives you one free visit for every ten visits,” Bo Bing said, unsure how to comfort Yin Su. “Otherwise, you’ll just be wasting your money.”

It was truly rare to see Yin Su looking so hesitant and heartbroken.

"Godfather..."

Her captivating peach blossom eyes instantly drew the young man's attention, and a single crimson cinnabar mole seemed like a divine decree, possessing a bewitching power.

Bo Bing felt her heart beating very fast.

"Thank you."

The man's voice was very pleasant.

Bo Bing's heart skipped a beat; her finger missed the pad of Hongtashan's flesh and went straight into Yin Su's palm.

"Don't say things like that to me..."

The young man's bangs, hanging down, concealed all his emotions.

"Being grateful for things can become a burden."