Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"What! You...you're a boy?"

Bo Bing, who had just stood up and walked over, heard the boy's voice and her eyes widened instantly. Her gaze darted between Yin Su and the boy. "You...you two know each other?"

He opened his mouth, but upon seeing the other person's pitiful and guilty expression, he felt he had offended them. He then forced all his questions down his throat, his face turning red with embarrassment.

Heaven knows, Yin Su almost burst out laughing at the young man's appearance, but coughed subtly.

The boy wasn't actually short, but because he was curled up at the time, Bo Bing didn't notice anything unusual. Even when they were walking down the street, she would just think of him as a tall girl.

The boy wore a wine-red hair clip, his medium-length hair was tied back with a fluffy hair tie, and he had small silver earrings on his earlobes. Beneath his willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of shimmering peach blossom eyes. His skin was porcelain white, his lips were vermilion, and his frame was rather slender. Even under the harsh fluorescent light, his androgynous beauty was still evident.

Like a wild lily that is not afraid of wind and rain.

—Pure and beautiful.

Even with light makeup, at this distance, Bo Bing's sharp eyes could still see—a breathtakingly beautiful color hidden between the boy's brows.

Bo Bing finally understood where the sense of familiarity came from when he and the boy looked at each other.

He coughed and looked at Yin Su in surprise, "This...your illegitimate child?"

He Jinlan felt that her boss's expression was too surreal, so she wisely pretended to look away.

No wonder he was so surprised; this young man gave off such a... such a similar vibe to Yin Su. Even though they weren't the same style, one could still find a resemblance to Yin Su in the young man.

"illegitimate child?"

Yin Su pondered those three words, then turned his head and glared fiercely at Bo Bing's still shocked eyes. "How old am I? How old is he? Hmm?"

"Does Godfather expect to get a grandson for free?"

Of course, the last sentence was whispered in the young man's ear, and there was a sense of gritted teeth in it.

“It’s not that it’s impossible,” Bo Bing realized, and shrugged. “Well, I’m actually having a pretty good time, aren’t I?”

"I'm not happy."

Yin Su snorted softly, ignoring the young man, and instead examined the boy's face, searching for his name in his sparse memory, "Yin Yan."

Yin Yan smiled and said, "I didn't expect my cousin to still remember me."

Yin Su narrowed his eyes. "I should be the one saying that."

The boy seemed to have finally found someone familiar, and relaxed completely. "Who told you to be so famous, cousin? It's hard not to recognize you."

cousin?

Bo Bing stood to one side, listening to the cousins' conversation.

It seems to be someone from Yin Suyuan's family. Bo Bing only knew that Yin Suyuan's family was a prominent family in the capital with a powerful background, but she didn't know much about their background.

It seems that Yin Su's family genes are really good. Not only did they produce a three-time Golden Horse Award winner, but even a junior is so good-looking. Out of appreciation for beautiful things, Bo Bing couldn't help but take a few more glances at the young man.

Of course, all of this was observed by someone.

“I don’t care why you ran away and ended up like this… Call your family,” Yin Su handed the phone to Yin Yan, “and have them come pick you up right now.”

Yin Yan hesitated before taking the phone. Looking at Yin Su's completely uncompromising face, he could only lower his head and make a call in front of everyone.

The other side meant that Yin Su should take the person back first and come to pick them up tomorrow. Yin Su frowned, but Bo Bing spoke up, saying that the child had nowhere to stay and it would be better to take him back first after everything was settled.

He Jinlan kept her eyes down, hoping that the negotiations with Li Ling would be completed quickly.

Bo Bing turned to look at the shivering little girl on the other side and asked softly, "What about you? Can you contact your family?"

The little girl blushed, pointed to Yin Yan beside her, and said softly, "Brother...we, we're together."

"He Qingyu," He Jinlan said coldly, "you're a young lady, yet you're fooling around with Yin Yan."

The little girl was scolded and didn't dare to look up. She just kept looking down at her toes, her long, straight black hair twisted on her fingers, making her look very endearing.

So Bo Bing opened her eyes wide again.

Have we stirred up trouble?

Didn't you check the almanac before going out?

He thought it that way, and he said it aloud.

“It’s really weird,” Yin Su gently massaged the young man’s neck, then withdrew his hand before the young man could get angry. “Although I didn’t believe in these things before… it seems like I should find some god to pray to now.”

Those rich kids resolved it very quickly.

With Li Ling's intervention, these people's past deeds were thoroughly investigated. Even those who wanted to bully others by relying on their power were no match for Yin Su. Furthermore, since they had set their sights on the younger generation of the Yin family, if something really happened, these guys would probably disappear from Shanghai in a completely different way.

Upon hearing what had happened, Sun Qiuping rushed over and, together with He Jinlan and two younger relatives, drove back first.

Li Ling drove another car with Yin Su and Bo Bing, first to a nearby clinic to treat Bo Bing's facial wounds, and then drove through the night towards Senhua.

Bo Bing had a breathable gauze bandage on his face and was wrapped in Yin Su's coat. He glanced at the man who had been silent since getting into the car.

Angry?

But why?

He reached out, but the man's hand stopped him.

Skin to skin.

"are you angry?"

Bo Bing gently rubbed the other person's hand. "See, I'm alright, aren't I? And I even saved your cousin..."

"My godfather also knew he was my cousin."

Yin Su pulled the person into his arms, "Still injured, why are you so eager to be a hero and save a damsel in distress?"

“I didn’t know,” Bo Bing said, pulling her arm slightly away. “He’s so handsome, and he was wearing a dress and makeup. Who could tell he was a man… Besides, he was right in front of me. I couldn’t just leave him alone.”

"pretty?"

Yin Su gently pushed the black-haired youth against the back seat of the car, his voice hoarse, "Is he prettier than me? Does Godfather like Yin Yan's type?"

"what?"

Suddenly, Bo Bing was tackled onto the car seat by the handsome man, who tried to reason with her, saying, "Everyone has a love for beauty... Forget it, stop talking nonsense..."

"My godfather has been secretly watching Yin Yan all day."

Yin Su leaned closer, their faces almost touching, their breaths nearly mingling. "Staring at someone like that, what do you think I mean by that?"

“I just found it strange that he was wearing a skirt,” Bo Bing said, pressing her right hand against Yin Su’s Adam’s apple to create distance between them. “Get out of my way.”

Yin Su was stunned for a moment, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

"Does your godfather like women's clothing?"

The handsome man, as beautiful as a god, reached out his hand, and Bo Bing felt herself instantly enveloped by his shimmering eyes. She forgot to resist when his forehead touched hers.

Compared to the still somewhat immature young man, Yin Su's unparalleled mature sexiness and his habit of appearing on camera are simply killer moves. If Yin Yan is an archangel, then Yin Su is a god, an incomparable deity.

"Next time, next time I'll wear it for my godfather."

Bo Bing was suddenly awakened in the shadow cast by Yin Su.

Yin Su half-embraced the young man in his arms, "Didn't you say you liked my face?"

and so.

Yin Su's eyes were like an abyss that devoured everything, and the dark red cinnabar mole on his face instantly came to life.

— "Keep your attention on me."