Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

The two of them were like they were pressed on a switch, suddenly going silent.

”Very good.” Bo Yimo’s voice was indifferent, ”Adults should resolve conflicts in an adult way, all the shouting gives me a headache.”

The two who were reprimanded didn’t dare utter another word, behaving more obediently than rabbits.

I must say, Emperor Bo’s aura was fully unleashed, with a commanding presence that was simply undeniable.

Qiao Jing’s mind raced, he approached Bo Yimo with a grin and said in a negotiating tone, ”Yimo, I have something I want to discuss with you.”

”No.” Bo Yimo curtly replied.

Qiao Jing: ...

Damn it, he refused before I even opened my mouth. Is that really okay!

Are we still good buddies!

It feels like we can’t even be friends anymore!

Qiao Jing started to shout, ”Yimo, you can’t do this, I haven’t even said anything and you refused me, does that make sense!”

”Can’t get ivory from a dog’s mouth.” Bo Yimo said casually.

Dog-mouthed Qiao Jing silently shut his mouth.

”Hahahaha...” Yin Weiyi couldn’t help but laugh, full of admiration for Bo Yimo, releasing her bottled-up anger just now.

Qiao Jing was quiet for a while, sidled up to Tong Yan shamelessly and said, ”Sister-in-law, look at how pitiful I am, could you endorse my company and make an ad? Otherwise, it’s about to go bankrupt.”

So, this was what he was planning. Since Emperor Bo didn’t agree, he came to her?

Tong Yan paused, ”Sure.”

Qiao Jing was delighted, ”Sister-in-law, you’ve got a good heart...” It’s not like Yimo at all!

”How much for the endorsement fee?” Tong Yan asked with a smile.

Qiao Jing’s heart shattered, ”Sister-in-law, we’re all family. Talking about money hurts feelings.”

”Are there feelings to be hurt?” Tong Yan raised an eyebrow.

Qiao Jing: ...

The little sister-in-law who used to be easily bullied has changed, become as cunning as Bo Yimo.

Sure enough, proximity to vermilion makes one red, and to ink makes one black.

Since Qiao Jing seemed normal enough, she didn’t bother with him anymore and headed back.

They all went downstairs together.

Little Nine went to open the car door, and just as it was opened, he immediately shouted, ”Get back.”

As soon as he spoke, the car made a ”bang” sound and exploded.

With a ”boom,” flames erupted fiercely, engulfing the whole car in fire.

Little Nine was blown away by the force and slammed into a nearby wall.

Instinctively, Bo Yimo lunged at Tong Yan, shielding her under him.

Fragments from the car flew in all directions, some embedding straight into the wall, indicating how strong the force was.

The heat from the flames was scorching hot.

Screams, footsteps, and various sounds mixed together, plunging the scene into chaos.

Even though fragments flew everywhere, Tong Yan, sheltered by Bo Yimo’s body, wasn’t hurt at all. She was stunned; his instinct was to protect her first.

Love is not just spoken, he proved it with actions, that he loves her.

His embrace felt so warm, warm enough that she almost forgot this appeared to be a disaster.

”Young Master, Miss Tong, are you alright?”

Little Nine struggled to get up from the ground. He was more seriously injured, with blood continuously flowing from his forehead and a large piece of the car’s debris lodged in his leg, making it impossible to walk.

Bo Yimo stood up and pulled Tong Yan up as well. Looking at the still-burning wreckage of the car, his voice was ice-cold, ”They must not have gone far. Seal off the area and conduct a thorough investigation.”