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

Then what should she do?

Tong Yan hid under the covers, not daring to move, as if this narrow space could give her a sense of security. That experience was truly terrifying.

Tong Yan is a coward, a timid coward, thinking she had forgotten the past, but when she encounters it again, she realizes she was just pretending to forget.

She locked herself in the room, thinking that by doing so, nothing would happen. She really liked deceiving herself.

Li Xin looked at the tightly closed door and sighed worriedly, ”Yiyi, she’s locked herself in the room and won’t come out. We can’t even try to console her. It’s been a day, and she hasn’t eaten anything yet. This isn’t like her at all...”

Before Li Xin could finish speaking, Yin Weiyi directly kicked the door open with a forceful kick, like she was possessed by Little Fatty’s spirit.

Li Xin’s mouth was wide open in shock.

No wonder the two of them could become good friends—they’re birds of a feather, cast in the same mold.

The heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight from outside, making the room very dark. Yin Weiyi glanced around and saw the mound on the bed, lifting the covers unceremoniously, ”What are you doing?”

Tong Yan had been hiding in the darkness, and as the sunlight suddenly streamed in, her eyes couldn’t take it. She could only use her hand to block the light, ”You all go out.”

”I’ll go out, my foot!” Yin Weiyi gave her a flick on the forehead, ”What are you doing?”

Simple and straightforward—that was Yin Weiyi’s style.

Tong Yan immediately fell silent.

How was she supposed to talk about her experiences before her rebirth? She didn’t dare to speak, nor could she.

”Don’t you know that women all over the country are envying you now? With something so joyful, why are you hiding in your room? You should be out celebrating!” Yin Weiyi was exasperated, ”Look at you!”

Tong Yan’s gaze was profound, ”What’s there to be happy about?”

”From now on, you can go shopping with Young Master Mo, flaunt your love in public, go anywhere you want together. You don’t have to worry about getting photographed. It’s great. You’re a proper couple, yet you’re acting like you’re sneaking around as if you’re cosplaying or something!” Yin Weiyi began to talk non-stop, eyes sparkling with excitement, ”Young Master Mo really loves you. He lets you do as you please, keeps things secretive. A few days ago you were so hurt, but you stood up bravely, and he treated you so well. What more do you want...?”

Seeing Yin Weiyi gearing up for a long speech, Li Xin considerately poured her a glass of water and quietly stepped out to give them some space.

Tong Yan said gloomily, ”Yiyi, can you see what the fans are saying now? What if we break up in the future?”

Yin Weiyi, infuriated, gave her another flick on the forehead, ”So what if you break up? People can get divorced even if they’re married. Just be happy now! Who cares about the fans? Are they your relatives? Let them talk if they want to. What, is it going to take a pound of flesh off you?”

Tong Yan remained silent. Those who haven’t experienced it can never know how painful it is for those who have. Her fears, her anxieties—no one could understand, no one could empathize.

”...Besides, now that everything has happened, what else can you do? Do you plan to hide in the room for the rest of your life and not go out...” Yin Weiyi said, passionately.

Just as Yin Weiyi was speaking fervently, someone walked in at the doorway, ”Thank you, Miss Weiyi.”

Bo Yimo, dressed in casual black wear, took steady strides with his long legs as he slowly approached the bed.