Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Yin Su felt like he was dreaming.

I don't know if it's because I drank too much, but even such a normal chat in bed makes me have all sorts of wild thoughts.

Yin Su couldn't ask overly sensitive questions, fearing it would create a rift between him and Bo Bing.

Once a rift appears in the relationship between people, it is extremely difficult to repair.

Yin Su didn't want to become like that.

So his anger ended there.

Although he wasn't actually that angry, he judged his importance in the other person's heart by their behavior.

Very good, it seems that his godfather still cares about him.

With so many people caring about him now, Yin Su looked at Bo Bing's profile, his mind a jumble. He thought, "If only I could have a little more of that care..."

But he dared not say it, for fear that Bo Bing would turn her back on him and leave, or that she would break off all ties with him.

Although he now has a million ways to keep people by his side, softening them up and sweet-talking them into agreeing to anything.

However, Yin Su was very clear that Bo Bing was an extremely patient and goal-oriented climber, and if he really did that, there would likely be an accident.

The young man turned his head and saw that the handsome guy was wrapped in a blanket with only his head showing, and his eyes had a little sadness in them.

"Didn't you hear me?" The black-haired youth pressed his temples impatiently. Over the past week, his patience had been wearing thin due to the daily data monitoring and the torment of the liquid diet. "Wrapped up like a maggot... What are you spacing out for?"

"My godfather is still angry with me. I was so worried that he would leave me, but... he lied to me..."

Upon hearing this, Yin Su became even more heartbroken, his eyes filled with tears.

Bringing up old grievances, huh? Bo Bing's temples throbbed. He closed his eyes, so much so that he ignored the cunning guy's upturned lips—there was no trace of sadness in them, only the pleasure of having the other's life in his grasp.

Of course, the actor's acting skills are always top-notch.

The performance was so amazing that it moved everyone to tears. Who wouldn't say it was incredible?

How could he possibly lure her into bed? While Bo Bingren's arrival was unexpected, the fact that the glass "coincidentally" fell on the coffee table was not.

You should avoid broken glass; Feng Tianhan used to have this habit.

The air conditioning wasn't on in the bedroom. Bo Bing touched the goosebumps on her arms and curled her legs up slightly.

"I've already apologized, can you please stop bringing up the past?"

Bo Bing turned her head and suddenly met a pair of deep eyes. The young man's tone was serious and cold, with an unyielding and authoritative tone, "You've heard about Tianci's matter, haven't you?"

“Godfather, please speak. I’m listening,” Yin Su tilted his head.

"Bo Bing's family advised me to immediately state my intention to leave the program," he said, snuggling against the soft pillow, seemingly a little sleepy from the sound of rain. "What do you think?"

Bo Bing's family? Yin Su felt a slight unease, as if a feather had been gently brushed against his heart.

However, upon hearing Bo Bing discuss serious matters, Yin Su also became serious.

"It will probably take the police quite a while to arrest people and find the main branch. Actually, public opinion won't have a particularly big impact on you," Yin Su carefully analyzed the situation.

"Yes, I took a quick look today, and almost no one has questioned the joint statement from the production team and the police."

Bo Bing knew that once the police issued their official documents, whether it was a question or a slander, the matter would stop there.

The follow-up questions may not get a fair answer for a long time. After all, finding the culprit and preventing the spread of evil forces is much more important than the reputation of a mere trainee.

“Your case was handled by Wen Yuan’s legal team, and the police also explained the situation. The other party was armed with a knife, while you fought back unarmed. There is dashcam footage as evidence, so you acted in self-defense in the absolute sense,” Yin Su pondered for a moment. “This case will probably be resolved soon, and our team will continue to follow up.”

Yin Su subconsciously brought Bo Bing into his own camp.

"Contact me anytime if there are any new developments," Bo Bing said, lowering her eyes. "I'll leave this to you."

Yin Su did not miss Bo Bing's movement of curling up, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

“As long as my godfather needs me, all my resources are open to you,” Yin Su raised an eyebrow and finally loosened the blanket he had wrapped in. “The blanket too.”

There was something odd about that statement, but Bo Bing, who was contemplating her future, didn't notice it.

It's getting a bit cold.

Still recovering from a serious illness, Bo Bing's hands and feet were somewhat cold.

"Tsk, you've got a good eye. This is really necessary."

The guy who readily agreed to help grabbed the blanket without hesitation and pulled Yin Su, who was on the side of the bed, towards him.

I must say, it's quite warm. Having someone warm your bed makes a difference...

Bo Bing chuckled at her own thoughts, then realized what she meant and thanked the beautiful woman with a smile for pulling her out of her comfort zone.

The married woman has now turned into a resentful little shrew.

Noisy enough.

"What are your plans next, Godfather?"

Yin Su leaned closer without making a sound. "Going back to J City to continue recording the program? Or do you need my help?"

“I was terminated by Starlight Entertainment. I suspect it was Liu Meng’s uncle who did this to me at the company,” Bo Bing said with a very gloomy expression. “My contract with the trainee program should also be void.”

"Liu Meng?" Yin Su seemed to have heard this name somewhere before; his memory wasn't bad.

"Jiang Wenqing said that guy laid a hand on my godfather?"

Yin Su's tone remained as gentle as ever.

"I was just ambushed by him and got splashed with some water," Bo Bing sneered, dismissively. "He dares to lay a hand on me? I could smash his head into a watermelon right here and now."

Ah, Yin Su's brain was working at lightning speed as he thought about the progress of the programs he had recently watched.

"Godfather," Yin Su looked into the other's eyes, "I suggest you go back to the show and have some fun first."

"Well?"

"Would Godfather like the recent competition format?"

A real person is slapping a watermelon.