Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Wen Yuan was not familiar with Yin Su. As a second-generation rich kid, Yin Su's existence was like a legend even in the circles of S City.

The title of Best Actor is almost a negligible gimmick for Yin Su.

Wen Yuan knew most of the past events through his father and brothers. As a family that started in the entertainment industry and then expanded into international trade, his family's business was deeply rooted. From his grandfather Wen Cheng to his father Wen Yi and his brother Wen Qian, everyone was a leader in the industry.

He was the second child in his family, with a younger sister who shared the same surname as his mother, Shuiyue, and whose given name was Yuheng.

Deep waters form abysses, where dragons lurk.

Although he and his younger sister were learning about business and finance, they both knew that only their eldest brother truly had access to the core affairs of the family. Bearing immense pressure for the family's development, the eldest brother also held the majority of the family's power. Therefore, matters involving external parties were generally handled by the eldest brother.

My younger sister really likes Yin Su.

However, the elder brother did not like Yin Su.

Yin Su can be described as surpassing his master. His appearance is very deceptive, but he is extremely cunning, ruthless, meticulous, unpredictable, and impeccably calm.

Wen Yuan had heard his elder brother's assessment: Yin Su was an extremely manipulative fellow; if one wasn't careful, one would involuntarily follow his train of thought and fall into his trap.

Intentionally labeling someone as a "pretty face" or "actress" is like a wolf in sheep's clothing; while appearing friendly to lower people's guard, they can tear them apart in an instant.

Having been in the industry for nearly ten years and still holding the title of three-time Golden Horse Award winner, even with Feng Tianhan's protection, he himself has remained completely free of scandals, which is clearly abnormal. Even the most unreliable paparazzi cannot find any flaws in his reputation. Even when marketing accounts occasionally speculate about his love life, they almost always release clarification videos within a few days. Even when other celebrities try to gain attention through their relationships, their studios will issue apologies.

Rumors are circulating in the industry that Yin Su might actually be attracted to men.

Almost all the major events that happened recently were related to this guy, including the plane crash of Feng Tianhan, who regarded Yin Su as his adopted son, the battle between Ice Age and the mysterious forces behind Yin Su, and even the visit of people from the capital to Yin Su.

Some say that Yin Su caused the plane crash and killed his godfather, but unexpectedly, Feng Tianhan was one step ahead. Although he had no children, he knew to hand over the company to his good brother Xiao Huxin in advance, which prevented Yin Su's plan from succeeding.

However, this logic was full of flaws, and in the end, no one knew what happened.

Now, Wen Yuan wondered, what would happen to Bo Bing?

Bo Bing lowered her head and, almost as if venting her anger, threw her fried rice onto the table with a dull thud. Wen Yuan was so shocked by Bo Bing's attitude that his eyes widened instantly.

"What do you want to say? Aren't you going to eat?"

Even though it sounded like she was speaking to a staff member, her cold eyes were fixed on Yin Su.

Bo Bing's palms were slightly sweaty.

The staff certainly wouldn't miss such a scene.

"Ms. Bo Bing, could you tell the curious audience how you knew that Mr. Yin Su doesn't eat cilantro? Mr. Yin Su had never publicly mentioned being a picky eater in the media before."

"Did the Best Actor tell you this too?"

"Teacher Bo Bing, what else do you know about Teacher Yin Su's childhood allergy to cilantro?"

Feeling somewhat trapped, Bo Bing thought to herself. The moment she saw Yin Su's lips curl into a smile, Bo Bing inexplicably felt like she was being targeted by a hunter.

A magnetic voice, but not one that belongs to Bo Bing.

"Just keeping you in suspense, don't make things difficult for the kid," the smiling actor tapped the table, drawing the cameraman's attention. His tone was slightly exasperated. "Of course, I said I wouldn't eat cilantro. I work for this guy until midnight and still can't get a meal without it..."

"In that case, wouldn't everyone think... I'm too pitiful?"

He had a somewhat innocent expression.

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

【Oh my god, is my husband being cute? ? ? 】

Indeed, if the movie star hadn't requested it, how would Bo Bing have known what dietary restrictions he had?

My husband's stunning good looks are just too good to pass up!

[Oh, how naughty! My husband is so cunning! That guy must have been in a panic just now, that's why he said those hurtful things.]

Look how scared the child is, he's too scared to say a word!

[Wen Yuan, you're such a careless child! You put cilantro in without even asking Teacher Yin Su!]

Almost instantly, Weibo was completely dominated by Yin Su's personal topic, which also brought Wen Yuan and Bo Bing into the limelight.

Bo Bing's personal Weibo account has seen its followers grow from 6 to 14.

Besides some marketing accounts, there are also many fans of Wen Yuan and Yin Su here.

It's fair to say that Bo Bing was very successful in riding the wave of popularity this time.

However, Bo Bing couldn't say a word about this. She just silently lowered her head and ate, her soft hair hanging down, and her slightly gray sleeves revealing a section of her wrist, making her look somewhat pitiful.

Was the guy scared?

[Baby, you are a good baby.]

[Did you see the negative comments earlier?]

[How dare you haters bully Teacher Xiaobing?]

[I'm speechless. This guy was at the construction site last night and cooking tonight. What did he do to deserve this?]

Sigh, nobody's saying anything anymore.

Poor thing.

Things were somewhat beyond Bo Bing's expectations, and she couldn't refute her own slip of the tongue.

But what puzzled him most was the attitude of the guy on the other side.

A guy who's unpredictable.

Did they sense something? Why would they speak up for me?

Bo Bing couldn't guess what the other person was thinking, nor did he know what the other person was planning to do. He just wanted to be alone for a while.

After that, he didn't say another word. Even when Wen Yuan tried to find topics to talk about, he was blocked by the silent Bo Bing and Yin Su, who only responded to him indifferently. He had no choice but to sit down obediently.

The rain has started.

New quilt.

It wasn't provided by the production team; it was the exact same quilt as Yin Su's.

"See you tomorrow, Professor Yin Su."

"See you tomorrow."

Then the dormitory door slammed shut, a reaction that was almost instinctive for Bo Bing.

[Boxer] Activated.

[Physical Activity Level] Activated.

[Powerful] Passive ability activated.

[Sales Script] The target audience is locked down because the sales script cannot be used.

Before Bo Bing could even process the system's notification, her body rolled backward uncontrollably, barely dodging the opponent's punch.

It was almost a beastly fight mixed with instinct.

Bo Bing didn't hold back either, and her attacks were cunning. She showed almost no restraint, except when it came to her face.

The two exchanged dozens of moves in silence. Bo Bing launched a whip kick in mid-air, landing squarely on her opponent's upper arm. However, she didn't notice that she was mercilessly punched in the abdomen. Bo Bing couldn't retaliate in time and let out a muffled groan of pain. In an instant, her wrist was twisted behind her back, her neck was grabbed, and she was thrown onto the bed.

Yin Su suppressed his usual smile, his hand movements were fluid and graceful, and he executed the joint lock technique in one go.

"Are you all right?"

The rain outside the window grew louder, and Yin Su's words took on a chill.

"Should I call you Bo Bing, or Feng Tianhan... or perhaps..."

Bo Bing's pupils constricted to the size of a pinhead.

The whispers of hungry wolves filled my ears.

"Adoptive father?"