Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Her breath was as sweet as orchids.

The man exuded a clean and alluring fragrance, and his peach blossom eyes looked at her with a smile.

【Feixia】Start.

Bo Bing turned her head to the side uncomfortably. "Your hands are cold, don't come here."

"oops."

Yin Su brushed against the young man's waist without making a sound, and gave him a quick rub. "You were so close to the person you were just saying goodbye to."

"What should we do about him?" Bo Bing sat cross-legged on the sofa, pointing to the unconscious man beside her. "Should we call a doctor, or...?"

"what you want to say?"

Yin Su sat down calmly and took a sip of tea.

"Need me to help you—dispose of the body?"

The young man bent down, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

"cough......"

Yin Su almost choked on the water he had just drunk. His good manners made him swallow the tea, and he raised his hands in surrender, thinking to himself that the young man really knew how to make a shocking statement. "I am a law-abiding citizen, please do not do anything reckless."

"Just a joke."

Bo Bing waved his hand, saying that what happened to Yin Zhao was none of his business. He was only punishing the other party for his rudeness. Yin Su was to deal with the mess that followed, since it was Yin Su's mistake not to inform him.

Of course, even if you notify him, the consequences of offending him will probably be the same.

The family doctor took off Yin Zhao's clothes and urgently treated the man, quickly and accurately inserting acupuncture needles into various acupoints on his body.

The man's body showed signs of regular exercise; his muscles were well-proportioned and strong, bearing the marks of injuries sustained during missions.

At this moment, a large piece of bone protruded from his right shoulder, and from the front, there was a terrifyingly sunken pit. The skin and flesh were red and swollen, and even some blue had appeared.

Yin Zhao, whose philtrum had been pierced, took a breath and slowly regained consciousness.

"woke up?"

Yin Su curled his lips, leaning lazily against the sofa, his slender fingers deftly peeling an orange, his face still wearing an impeccable mask of gentleness, his tone unhurried and unperturbed, "I'm quite curious, how did the Hall Master end up like this?"

"Tsk..."

Yin Zhao stood up, but a sharp pain in his right shoulder pulled him up, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. His face looked even paler against his dark green shirt. "You should ask your 'bodyguard' about that, my good cousin."

He deliberately emphasized the words 'bodyguard' and cast an unfriendly glance at the aloof young man who was being fed by Yin Su.

“I hate it most when someone points a gun at me,” the young man said coldly, raising his eyes to meet Yin Zhao’s gaze. “Especially someone like him who loves to show off to others, that’s even more annoying.”

“Then there’s nothing I can do,” Yin Su said helplessly, spreading his hands. “I’m sure the leader isn’t an unreasonable person. You were the one who pulled out a gun and attacked people on my turf first. In that case, I can’t uphold justice.”

"Ha, Yin Su, you refused the marriage alliance because of this guy?"

Yin Zhao leaned back on the sofa, "Utterly foolish."

"What are you saying, all that gibberish?"

Bo Bing squinted at the sourness of the orange, then stuffed the rest of the orange into Yin Zhao's mouth, saying, "It's so sour it makes my teeth ache."

Yin Su's expression suddenly turned rather unpleasant.

"Isn't the hall master being a bit too nosy?"

Yin Su's smile faded. "You dare bring some unknown young lady to my door to seek my favor?"

"This is my aunt's idea," Yin Zhao said, forcing back the sourness of the orange. "Otherwise, how could that illegitimate child's mother have the power to invite Miao Cui over?"

They were so sour they couldn't stand it, but they couldn't bring themselves to spit it out in a pathetic way.

Fortunately, the two ladies and Yin Yan had already been invited downstairs by Li Ling, so they were unaware of the conversation among the people upstairs.

Bo Bing was completely confused and couldn't help but ask, "An illegitimate child?"

"Yin Yan".

Yin Zhao's meaning was quite clear: Yin Yan's biological mother was actually that woman in gold and jade from earlier? If that's the case, then Yin Yan calling this woman "brother" means... that woman was probably also feeling guilty towards Yin Zhao, who had already taken over the old man's responsibilities as a stepson. Her fear of Yin Zhao didn't seem fake, but the way she yelled at Yin Yan showed no mercy.

The first wife is probably Yin Zhao's mother. Under normal circumstances, a first wife wouldn't choose to abandon her life of luxury and disappear without a trace, which means...

Secrets of the wealthy.

Although Bo Bing was a little curious, he knew he wasn't a curious cat and didn't want to know about this family secret. So he wisely kept quiet.

It's not that I'm afraid of being hunted down.

He made a zipping motion to his mouth, indicating that the two should say something that a truck driver could understand.

"What, are you scared?"

Yin Zhao sneered.

The pain in my right shoulder has gone numb, but that's not a good sign.

“I’m not afraid of thieves stealing from me, since they can’t steal from me,” Bo Bing said, leaning back. “But there’s no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.”

The doctor next to me said something.

"It would be better to get Master Zhao to the hospital first," the family doctor next to him said, wiping his sweat. His hand, which was trembling slightly as he administered the acupuncture, was trembling. He dared not delay, even though Yin Zhao had endured it. "The ligaments are injured. We need to check the bones. We dare not do a repositioning procedure lightly."

Just kidding, he wouldn't dare to touch this injury himself. He can only use acupuncture to relieve the pain. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, who would he complain to?

Poor medical skills and this medical malpractice dispute are not on the same level.

"He Jinlan, take the hall master there first..."

Yin Su looked at He Jinlan to the side.

"Wait, don't waste your money."

[Finger Bone Enhancement] Activated.

Bo Bing stood up, her right hand moving like lightning, grabbing Yin Zhao's nape and flipping the man, whose movements were restricted and who hadn't expected the young man's attack, onto the sofa.

The young man lowered his eyes, pressed his left knee against the other's back, pressed his right elbow against the joint to find a position, and twisted his right hand behind his back to grab Yin Zhao's arm.

"Click——"

The grinding sound of bones against each other was so sickening it made your teeth ache and your stomach tingle.

He Jinlan and the family doctor both frowned slightly in discomfort.

"Uh."

Yin Zhao suppressed his cry of pain, turning it into a muffled groan.

The weight on his body quickly disappeared. Yin Zhao's vision was still blurry, and his shoulders moved slightly. His muscles were still sore, but at least it was no longer a stinging pain in his bones.

Bo Bing stood aside, waving his hands, and said, "Try it yourself. I know where I kicked. Don't try to scam me."

Extortion?

Less common words.

Yin Zhao braced himself with his right hand and gasped.

Fortunately, the pain has subsided considerably.

"Stupid dog, don't try to act like a wolfhound."

Bo Bing crossed his legs, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Yin Su couldn't help but laugh. His little godfather was still too soft-hearted. "Master Zhao, remember to pay the consultation fee. My bodyguards don't come cheap."

"Yes, that makes sense."

The stern-faced young man nodded. "You know, those who've been to school are quick-witted," he said. "Next time, come find me, the second one is half price."

The treatment was quite fast, but don't ask how the injury happened; just know that it was treated quickly.

Bo Bing left to wash her hands, leaving only the two of them in the room for the time being.

Yin Zhao looked helpless. He turned to Yin Su and asked seriously, "What is your relationship?"

Is it hard to tell?

Bo Bing wasn't present, so Yin Su stopped pretending and said, "It's exactly what the leader thinks."

What do you think?

This is a way of pushing back what one has said.

Yin Zhao frowned. "Playing around is fine, but..."

"What does the hall master think?"

Yin Su's perfectly crafted demeanor vanished, and the man's eyes, backlit by the light, revealed a deep, dark color, yet he still smiled. "What kind of guy is Bo Bing?"

Yin Zhao was quite skilled, but he had never seen anyone who could kill him in a long-range fight after being shot three times.

Even if it was because I underestimated my opponent.

Long-range combat plus hand-to-hand combat—what an unusual combination!

This is not a duel or a fight; it is a game between two equally matched sides. When one side has overwhelming power, there is no room for retaliation—that is crushing.

It was a crushing defeat with absolutely no room for resistance, a one-sided execution.

He could still feel pain in his right arm and back.

--"monster."

Yin Zhao also lowered his gaze; at this moment, the two of them actually looked somewhat similar.

“I think so too,” Yin Su tapped the armrest of the sofa, “but unfortunately, even I… can’t force him to fall in love with me.”

Yin Su smiled, but looked troubled.

Bo Bing finished washing her hands and bumped into Yin Zhao, who was wearing a trench coat and heading out. She was going to pretend she didn't see him and walk past him, but unexpectedly, he took out his phone and started talking to her.

"Add me your contact information," Yin Zhao heard his own voice, "and I'll pay your consultation fee."

"Okay," Bo Bing readily added the other party on WeChat, after all, no one complains about having too much money.

He was about to leave when someone stopped him again.

"What else?"

Bo Bing's tone was cold and decisive, and his snake-like eyes turned sinister.

“Whenever you want to change jobs, you can contact me,” Yin Zhao gave him a deep look, took out a gold-embossed business card and handed it to the young man, “If Yin Su can afford it, I can afford it too.”

Before Bo Bing could reply, Yin Zhao walked out, giving him no chance to refute.

Bo Bing touched her chin.

Is Yin Zhao addicted to being abused? Also, wouldn't this be considered poaching someone else's partner?

Things seem to be getting more and more interesting.