Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Yin Su arrived in the early hours of the morning.

The black-haired youth dropped his arrogance and indifference the moment he saw him, winked at him, and seemed fearless, as if he knew someone would come to his rescue.

Sense of trust.

"It's like my little godfather is being affectionate," Yin Su thought, "a very rare sight."

Li Ling, who had come along, went to find out what was going on with a dark face. He Jinlan opened the door, and Yin Su, wearing a mask, hat and sunglasses, walked toward the young man who was waiting on one side. It seemed that people had also come to the isolated room and the corridor on the other side. They were making a lot of noise, as if they wanted to make trouble for the young man. They were spewing vulgar words, which could be heard even through the wall.

Bo Bing was wearing only a black turtleneck sweater, and her trendy chain-link washed jeans weren't even warm enough. Her already thin body was turned to the side, and the white bandages were stained with mud and water, making them look a bit dirty.

The young man was shivering slightly as he was restrained on a three-seater bench with a steel frame. There was no heating, and his face and hands exposed outside his sleeves were frozen pale.

The down jacket and sweater I was wearing had disappeared.

"Father."

Yin Su's eyes darkened. He took off his long coat and covered the young man with it, the area his hands touched feeling icy cold.

He knelt on the ground, brooking no refusal, and straightened the young man's collar. He held the man's hands in his palms and gently pressed his forehead against them, hoping to warm them up faster.

No questioning.

—The one who couldn't wait to speak was Bo Bing.

"Yin Su," the black-haired youth said softly, his eyes lowered as he stared at the water droplets formed from the melting snow on the man's hair. "I've troubled you again."

The cold skin was covered by dry, warm hands, and the coat that had just been taken off the other person still carried the other person's body heat and the faint scent of camellia perfume, which made the young man's tense nerves relax suddenly.

His frozen body was enveloped in warmth, and he involuntarily softened.

"you......."

Bo Bing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling better as her body warmed up. "You should wear these first, it's cold here."

Yin Su was originally angry.

When he got home, he found the house empty. He felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. He called Bo Bing but she didn't answer. The hospital said that his godfather had already gone home. Even though he knew the young man wouldn't suffer any loss, he couldn't help but have wild thoughts late into the night.

Family?

How could I possibly call a place of residence "home"?

Anxious about gains and losses.

In just a few tens of minutes, he even considered whether he had displeased the young man these past few days, or if he had made a mistake that made his godfather eager to leave him.

The unfamiliar phone rang a few seconds before he ordered Xiao Peilin to find the person.

Hearing the rude words from the person inside, he was even relieved that it wasn't the young man who wanted to leave him.

—That makes things much easier.

Just like it is now.

“I’m not cold, Godfather.”

Gentle words with a soothing tone, and a gentle smile as always.

“Then get up and sit down first,” Bo Bing said awkwardly, pulling on the thing in her hand. “Don’t let your knees get cold.”

Yin Su smiled and sat down next to the young man, following the force of his hand. He knew the young man's personality very well and was also very clear about his own advantages.

Are you calmer now?

Yin Su gently leaned closer, lightly kneading the young man's knuckles, and subtly clasped the young man's right hand together. "Would godfather like to tell me what happened tonight?"

There was no blaming in his words towards the young man.

As the old saying goes, Bo Bing is like a donkey that you can only stroke with the right hair.

"A guy who only responds to gentle persuasion..." Yin Su thought, "No, maybe he's someone who responds to both."

Even if Yin Su's mind was wandering, she could maintain a composed demeanor without showing any signs of composure. She simply furrowed her beautiful brows slightly, looking like a caring wife waiting for the young man to speak.

Bo Bing had no reason to hold a grudge against such a guy, so he briefly recounted what had happened that night.

How badly are they injured?

Yin Su was assessing the seriousness of the situation.

“They were armed, and I acted in self-defense after calling the police. I hit them in minor areas, so it wasn’t serious.”

Yin Su looked at the young man, knowing he wasn't the type to cause trouble. After hearing the reason, he gave the young man's hand a light, punishing squeeze. "Godfather did it to be a hero and save a damsel in distress?"

There was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice, but Bo Bing didn't pick up on Yin Su's warning signal.

“They threw the bottle at me first,” Bo Bing said, tilting her head back. A noticeable scratch was visible where her hair had just covered her face. The scratch wasn’t big, but it was visibly bleeding. “Look.”

Yin Su's pupils contracted instantly.

No one knew the basic requirements for entering the entertainment industry better than him.

What may seem like minor flaws in ordinary people can be magnified infinitely on the big screen. Even a mole in an unsuitable position can have a significant impact on an actor, let alone an open wound on a child's finger.

The young man's hand was flung away, and he was forced onto a chair, his hair being roughly pulled up.

"Ouch, it hurts... Yin Su?"

Yin Su's eyes were deep and serious. Bo Bing wasn't used to the guy showing her that kind of expression, so she tugged at the hem of his sweater in a friendly gesture.

"I thought you were made of copper and iron!"

The man stood up, his voice low and deep, "You can actually feel pain?"

The warmth vanished, and Bo Bing realized the guy in front of her was genuinely angry. "Yin Su..."

"Godfather, you don't need to worry about this anymore. I'm not done with them yet."

He turned around and instructed He Jinlan to call the police officer on duty and bring the two eyewitnesses and victims who had come with Bo Bing to ask them questions.

They completely ignored the young master shouting over there—no, not exactly ignored him...

The young master over there felt a chill run down his spine, and the nausea of ​​being stared at lingered.

Upon seeing the two girls, a vein bulged slightly on Yin Su's forehead.

There was nothing special about it; you could tell the two girls were wearing thin, flimsy clothes, and they seemed a little timid when they came in.

"Thin ice".

If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, this sound would be absolutely beautiful.

“I see that it’s the dead of winter for a young lady…” Bo Bing turned her head away, avoiding Yin Su’s gaze with a rare hint of guilt, “I’m a man, it’s fine for me to be a little cold.”

"I'll settle the score with you later," Yin Su turned his head and let He Jinlan connect with the police officer and the agents of the guys who were swearing non-stop.

The air seemed to be frozen.

A hesitant and hoarse voice broke the silence of the room.

"Cousin Xiao Su?"

Upon hearing this, not only Bo Bing, but also Yin Su and He Jinlan looked at that person.

It was that "girl" wrapped in a thin, icy sweater.

No, it can't be called a girl's voice, because it's clearly a boy's voice, even if it's a bit softer than a typical boy's voice, it's definitely not a girl's voice.