Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The movie star carefully held a small sprig of wild plum blossom.

The young man in front of them, with a smirk on his face, was carrying food for two people and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Yin Su took out two sheets of toilet paper and carefully placed the flower branch in his hand on them, as if it were something precious.

Yin Su wondered why his heart was beating so loudly. His blood felt like it was constantly boiling.

Yin Su didn't know if this was a pathetic delusion projected onto him.

But the image of the flowers being given to him kept replaying in his mind, mixed with the story of the middle-aged man chasing after his wife at the night market. It almost burned away his self-delusion. For the first time, Yin Su felt that eating was such a dull thing. The fried rice that was originally delicious now tasted like cardboard.

The person who started this whole thing was eating their meal with a clear conscience, as if nothing had happened. There was no follow-up reaction, no explanation, just sitting there quietly, as if they were about to slowly torture them.

Bo Bing is hiding a huge secret, but the other party is unwilling to tell her, and instead cleverly avoids her with various topics.

So cunning.

Yin Su lowered his eyes, wondering how he could willingly let himself be manipulated by others.

Bo Bing sensitively sensed the absent-mindedness of the person next to her, and the passive use of this skill was unexpectedly useful.

"What are you thinking about? Don't eat the food if it's cold, or you'll get sick."

After finishing her portion, Bo Bing threw the plastic bag into the trash can.

The other party was still in a daze.

Bo Bing ignored him and got up to grab a towel and toiletries before heading into the bathroom.

"I'll go wash first, you can stay here."

Bo Bing didn't have time to pay attention to what the guy who was obsessing over trivial matters was thinking. He was feeling extremely tired and desperately needed a hot water wash.

The water temperature is just right.

Bo Bing finished washing his head and stretched his muscles to cleanse his body, but he forgot that the skill of [sensitivity] also included physical sensitivity.

"Holy crap..."

Bo Bing looked at her body and couldn't help but swear.

Hearing the commotion outside, Yin Su asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll be right out."

Yin Su looked up and saw the young man blushing, his steps unsteady. His usual coldness and gloom had been largely dispelled by the enchanting atmosphere, revealing a touch of innocent wildness.

The young man, wrapped in a bath towel, was rummaging through clothes behind Yin Su's back. From Yin Su's angle, he could easily see the other man's muscular back.

The scar was not unfamiliar to Yin Su. It was most likely due to the abusive father of the original owner. In the past, he probably would not have taken such things to heart, nor would he have felt any empathy for such things.

However, now that this body has been replaced by a different soul, Yin Su can no longer ignore the possibility that his "family" may have been harmed.

"Godfather...the wound on his back..."

Bo Bing turned around and found that Yin Su was standing behind her at some point. Bo Bing's deep gaze made it impossible to discern the other man's emotions, but they were certainly not positive.

Huge scar tissue stretched across Bo Bing's back, containing other wounds of varying sizes, making it look extremely gruesome.

"It's okay, I wasn't the one who got hit."

Bo Bing stood up and explained the original owner's family situation to the other party.

Even though Yin Su had already investigated, the written descriptions couldn't match the shock of what the person involved said in person.

"Then, Godfather... was he beaten?"

Yin Su had no idea how the soul of this body, or even the Feng Tianhan in his memories, had become what it was now.

"Yes, I have."

The young man smiled indifferently.

Yin Su's heart skipped a beat.

"However, to be honest, it was his drunken father who beat his son to death. When I woke up, I was being held down in the mop sink."

Bo Bing shrugged. "Poor thing... If the original owner lived like this, I would have quit long ago. Perhaps you're being a little too kind..."

Yin Su pursed his lips.

"I should thank him, for giving you a second chance..."

He didn't finish what he was saying.

I don't know how to say it.

—It also gave me a chance to wait...

The black-haired youth's aura was completely different from the original, and even his eyebrows and eyes had become sharp.

The cold and imposing aura surrounding him, and the involuntary exuding of the aura of a person in a superior position, were already evident.

Bo Bing didn't say anything more. She quickly changed her underwear, took off her bath towel and dirty clothes and threw them into the washing machine, urging Yin Su to wash up.

Wearing only a pair of black underwear, Bo Bing stood in the bathroom, looking completely different from her previous frail and thin appearance.

In fact, it's almost impossible to tell that he was originally a good-natured and gentle guy.

The young man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his muscles exuding explosive power. The scars on his back were wild and untamed. He had a lean and strong waist. Further down, Yin Su's eyes darkened as he looked at his pert buttocks and fleshy thighs.

The edge of the underwear slightly creased the flesh of the thigh.

Yin Su felt his blood rushing downwards.