Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 230: Grandmaster Tang
In the deep night, the coolness was like water, and the moonlight streamed in through the villa’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a layer of silver light, like a thin veil. Bo Yimo sat on the sofa in front of the window, holding a wine glass in one hand. The red liquid swayed in the glass, and under the moonlight, his features appeared even more exquisite, his brows and eyes distant yet clear, exuding a cold elegance.
At this moment, the door opened, and Little Nine walked in from outside holding a few sheets of paper, "Young Master, these came from the newspaper office. The editor asked if we should publish them."
Bo Yimo took them. They were photos of the afternoon’s hand-holding between the two of them. He sounded somewhat pleased, "Qin Yikuo has pretty good photography skills."
Little Nine: ...
Yes, yes, Young Master, as long as it’s a photo of you and your future Young Madam, you always think it’s well taken.
Young Master, your moral integrity is about to be completely gone.
#The Actor’s Virtue is Running Low, Please Recharge Soon#
Fortunately, having grown up with the Young Master, if others knew how infatuated he was, his image would surely be ruined.
Bo Yimo raised an eyebrow, "I remember there was a rich businessman who always wanted to keep him, right? Let him have his chance."
That meant sending Qin Yikuo to that businessman’s bed.
Men kept by men are not uncommon in the entertainment industry. Many male celebrities, for the sake of their careers, are kept not only by women but also by men. Compared to the glitz and glamor of the entertainment world, a bit of grievance is nothing.
For men, it’s considered better than women being subjected to unspoken rules, as there’s no real sense of chastity.
So, Little Nine wasn’t surprised and nodded in agreement.
...
Early the next morning, after taking care of Chenxi, Tong Yan headed to a place far from the city center, a very distant suburb where there was a famous wealthy area full of luxurious villas. Because of the good air, it’s a natural oxygen bar, and many wealthy people buy a house here to come for a holiday now and then.
Tong Yan had only been here a few times and could only find her way by rough memory. Unexpectedly, she found the place.
The villa covered a vast area, looking endless. Tong Yan took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
Soon, someone responded, "Who is it?"
"My name is Tong Yan, looking for Grandmaster Tang."
"Please hold on."
Tong Yan waited outside for quite a while before the door opened, and a middle-aged man came out, "Miss Tong, please come in."
Upon entering, there was a large garden. Now it was early winter, and although it should appear desolate, the white plums were blooming. White plums were already rare, and seeing so many at once clearly indicated the owner’s capability. The entire garden was vibrant, with a large fountain at the end of a winding pebble path, complementing each other beautifully.
After walking for a while, they finally reached the main entrance.
"Miss Tong, the Grandmaster is waiting for you inside," the middle-aged man said with a smile.
Tong Yan nodded, thanked him, took a deep breath, and walked in.
She passed through a magnificently ornate and rather vintage main hall to the living room, where a vigorous-looking old man sat on the sofa, dressed in a dark Tang suit. He appeared kindly and amiable but his eyes were sharp, and his brow exuded righteousness. He seemed weathered by life’s challenges, and his demeanor was all the more steady and composed after years of hardship and weathering.
This old man was the person Tong Yan specifically came to see, Grandmaster Tang.
