Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

“Yin Su…”

Bo Bing's ears tingled slightly. He opened his mouth, but found that he seemed to have nothing to say.

His voice trailed off, "You're carrying Hongtashan cigarettes..."

Yin Su stroked the kitten in his hand.

"The kitten that I raised with my godfather, of course I take it with me wherever I go."

The handsome man narrowed his eyes, his voice low, tinged with helplessness and grievance, "I thought... my godfather had forgotten about me and Hongtashan because he was so busy... This young master is always clinging to me, and I have nowhere to complain to."

The kitten, as if lodging an accusation, meowed at the camera and at the young man.

Bo Bing held her phone, her gaze completely drawn to it.

"No... I haven't forgotten."

Fearing Yin Su wouldn't believe him, he added, "Whether it's you or Hongtashan, I haven't forgotten... I've just been held back by some things lately..."

The weariness was evident on the young man's face.

Yin Su's heart softened, and his voice softened.

"You've worked hard, Godfather."

He held the kitten in his arms, and the two of them looked at the camera. "Hongtashan has also gained a lot of weight... If you were here, you would know if you held it."

Yin Su's face showed a hint of doting, and he weighed the kitten in his hand, as if to confirm that the kitten had indeed gained some weight.

"You've taken good care of her, and thank you for your hard work."

Bo Bing chuckled softly, "Is it cold where you are? It looks like... our young master has gotten a bit tanned from the cold?"

It looks like a small frozen pear.

Yin Su gently stroked the kitten's tail, feeling somewhat pleased.

Ours.

Godfather is really something...

He turned the kitten over and examined the disgruntled Hongtashan cigarettes closely. "Are they really a bit darker? I didn't even notice."

"real."

“I see. The temperature here is indeed not as warm as in the house in Shanghai,” Yin Su said, stroking the cat with a troubled expression. “Hongtashan likes to run around. It probably slipped out to play when He Jinlan wasn’t looking and got all tanned.”

"You should dress warmly, it's cold."

Is my godfather worried about me?

Yin Su held the cat, looking somewhat languid. "I won't get tanned from the cold. I'm not like Hongtashan cigarettes."

What is this nonsense.

"I'm worried you'll catch a cold."

Bo Bing looked at the man on her phone screen and instructed, "The temperature is lower up north, so be careful to keep warm... and don't let the Hongtashan cigarettes run around, they've all turned into frozen pears."

"Oh."

The man obediently responded.

Bo Bing watched the interaction between the man and the kitten, tapped the screen, and said, "It's probably because we haven't seen each other for a long time; I could tell at a glance."

He meant that he, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, was more memorable than Yin Su, who saw the cat every day. He could clearly see that the kitten had turned a bit darker from the cold. Hongtashan is a Siamese cat, and unlike other cats whose fur color doesn't change, its fur color changes when it gets cold.

"Hmm, it has indeed been a long time since we last met," Yin Su smiled beautifully. "So, is Godfather still busy?"

Bo Bing shook her head. "Fortunately, things were settled before the Lunar New Year, and I don't have much to do right now."

"That's good."

Yin Su nodded thoughtfully. "Where will you be spending the New Year this year?"

These words were sent to Bo Bing before, but Bo Bing selectively ignored them. Bringing them up now seems to have a different meaning.

"I just made do in a rented room."

Bo Bing held up her phone and showed Yin Su the old, cramped rental apartment.

It's an antique house that looks like it was built in the last century. The Spring Festival Gala is playing on the TV. The young man is huddled alone on the sofa, looking a little lonely.

Lonely?

Yin Su knew, of course, that this was his own misconception.

"Is there no one else?"

"No," Bo Bing's voice was a little muffled. "The whole Li family went back to the countryside for the New Year. I'm not familiar with them, and I'd find it annoying if relatives asked me all sorts of questions during the New Year."

"That's really a statement that fits my godfather's personality."

Yin Su was getting restless.

Just then, Yin Su was interrupted.

"Yin Su, are you sitting here all alone with a cat, trying to find some peace and quiet?"

Another cold voice interrupted the conversation without any politeness, "The guests have all arrived. The people over there will ask you to go over later."

Bo Bing recognized the voice as Yin Zhao's.

Are you busy over there?

Seeing Yin Su's neat appearance and the magnificent hall, it was clear that there might be a banquet or similar event that evening. However, Bo Bing was reluctant to end the call. "You can hang up now."

"It's nothing, it's not important. We can chat a little longer."

Yin Su smiled gently at the young man.

"I've been dealing with this all day, can't we even have a chat?" A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yin Zhao, and his tone turned cold. "If they're willing to wait, then let them wait."

Yin Zhao frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at his sudden change of expression.

"Who are you talking to?"

This is the lounge. Yin Su is on speakerphone without any regard for the noise, and Bo Bing can hear what's going on here.

Yin Su hugged the Hongtashan cigarettes, but didn't try to hide it. Instead, he turned his phone screen towards Yin Zhao's face with a wicked smile.

Unlike the short, melancholic young man with tousled hair that Yin Zhao had seen before, the young man now sported a buzz cut, yet his intimidating presence remained undiminished.

"They're talking to me."

A young man with serpentine eyes and a chilling aura appeared on the screen. "Does the sect leader still have a problem with me?"

Yin Zhao felt his old injury on his right shoulder begin to ache faintly.

"Two lunatics."

Yin Zhao turned and left.

"Why is this kid swearing?"

Bo Bing was dissatisfied, as he already had grievances against Yin Zhao.

"Ignore him, let's continue our conversation," Yin Su said gently, showing no trace of the hostility he had shown when facing Yin Zhao. "I'm basically just organizing banquets here, nothing really important."

Who was it that previously said there was serious internal strife within the family?

Yin Su's tone was relaxed.

Bo Bing smiled and shook her head. This guy really is unreliable.

"Be careful."

"Hmm... speaking of safety..."

Yin Su looked troubled, his upper brow furrowed with a pitiful expression. "Is my godfather coming to my side? To be honest, the situation here isn't good. As a young master who suddenly appeared, I might be targeted..."

He truly deserves to be called the best actor.

They were very meticulous in finding the right camera angles.

The switch was so natural that Bo Bing didn't even notice the man's subtle intentions.

"What I mean is," Yin Su smiled, "I feel much more at ease with you here..."

Bo Bing frowned. Such a large family was outside his knowledge, but if it really was a large family, he knew from watching TV dramas, novels and movies that there were scenes of people fighting to the death for the right of succession. It was impossible for him not to worry about Yin Su.

How could this happen?

Subconsciously, he still regarded Yin Su as a little wolf cub who needed protection.

Moreover, Bo Bing could sense the worry on the other person's face as soon as the video call started, even if they were wearing their usual smile.

"If you come, I'll reimburse your airfare."

The man was still diligently putting small baits onto the fishing hook.

"I need you."

It must be because the firecrackers outside were too loud.

Bo Bing thought.

Otherwise, why would I feel like covering my ears?