Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

Chapter 1 My Childhood Sweetheart is Named Yang Mi

1986, summer.

In the nursery of a Beijing hospital, Gu Heng is contemplating a serious philosophical question.

who am I?

where am I?

Why am I being packaged by a nurse?

Yes, packaged.

He felt like a giant spring roll ready for market, wrapped in a soft cloth, with only his head sticking out.

He strained to open his eyes, trying to see the world around him more clearly.

But in his field of vision, there were only a few white figures moving about, and in his ears was a loud duet of other babies crying.

Gu Heng really wanted to join them and belt out a few songs together.

It wasn't because of any fear, it was just pure frustration.

Seriously, I'm so frustrated.

In his past life, he was a typical corporate slave, taking the words "good enough" and "just okay" to the extreme in his thirty years of life.

A mediocre university, a mediocre job, a mediocre salary, and a neck that bowed to life's hardships at a young age.

The only highlight of my life is probably experiencing all sorts of magnificent virtual lives in AAA games and Tomato novels.

Then, on an ordinary night of working overtime, he fell asleep at his desk.

And then, here it is.

It took him three whole months to fully accept the fact that he had become a helpless infant and returned to 1986.

At first, he was desperate.

No cell phone, no internet.

I'm older than my dad.

How are we supposed to live like this?

But soon, the mentality of "since I'm already here" took over, along with a surge of ecstasy.

Never before has there been such a wonderful start.

Since fate has given him the script, he wants to live a life where he can do whatever he wants.

Time flies, and Gu Heng is three years old.

He can already run and jump, and speaks clearly.

Thanks to his adult soul, he can always express his needs in the simplest words, and he never cries or throws tantrums like children his age.

This earned him the nickname "little adult" in the compound.

Only Gu Heng himself knew that it wasn't because he was sensible, but simply because he couldn't bear the shame.

This is like making a thirty-year-old soul play in the mud, rolling around on the ground to grab a piece of candy. Just thinking about it makes my toes tremble.

The sun was shining brightly that morning.

While adjusting the collar of his polyester shirt, Gu Jianjun, the father, said to Gu Heng, who was munching on a steamed bun, "Xiao Heng, hurry up and eat. We'll take you to visit your comrade-in-arms, Uncle Yang, later."

Gu Jianjun patted his son's head and instructed him, "You must greet people when you see them. Be a polite and well-behaved child, understand?"

Gu Heng nodded obediently, "I understand, Dad."

Soon, the father and son arrived at a residential building.

The door opened as soon as the knocking was finished.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, exuding an air of military authority.

"Old Gu, you've finally arrived!"

When Yang Xiaolin saw Gu Jianjun, the serious expression on her face softened, and she went up to give Gu Jianjun a bear hug, patting him on the back so hard it made a loud slapping sound.

"You little rascal, you're still as ruthless as ever!" Gu Jianjun punched him.

Two grown men reminisced about their glorious past at the doorway, but Gu Heng's gaze drifted past their legs and was drawn to a small object in the living room.

It was a little girl wearing a white princess dress.

Judging by her height, she should be about the same age as Gu Heng. She had fair skin, wore two pigtails sticking straight up, and her big, dark eyes were staring at the stranger at the door with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

She was clutching a slightly worn doll tightly in her arms, her little mouth pursed slightly.

Gu Heng looked over at first glance,

look familiar.

At first glance,

It still looks familiar.

Gu Heng blinked hard, his brain racing as he began comparing facial features.

hiss,

Those eyebrows, those nose, those iconic fox eyes.

This tender beef... Xiao Wufang.

Good guy.

Isn't this my beloved Yang Mi?

Right now, she's just a shy little glutinous rice ball.

Is this what they call fate?

"Come here, Xiao Heng, call him Uncle Yang." Gu Jianjun pulled his son, who was in a daze, in front of him.

"Hello, Uncle Yang." Gu Heng immediately switched to obedient mode, calling out in a crisp voice, and adding a bright smile.

Yang Xiaolin squatted down and looked at his comrade's son with great interest.

"This is Xiao Heng, he looks so handsome. Come here and say hello to your big brother."

Little Yang Mi hesitated for a moment, but still walked over with the doll in her arms and whispered, "Hello, brother."

"Hello there."

Gu Heng took the initiative to extend his hand and made a handshake gesture that would never have been possible for someone his age.

Xiao Yangmi paused for a moment, looked at his hand, then at her own, and finally gently squeezed it back.

It's soft, small, and looks like a marshmallow.

Both fathers burst into laughter at the sight.

"It seems the two kids get along quite well!" Yang Xiaolin laughed.

That afternoon, Gu Heng fully demonstrated just how strong the professional skills of a thirty-year-old office worker could be.

He gave her the toy car he had brought as a gift when they met.

"This is for you," Gu Heng said, feigning maturity. "It's a testament to our friendship."

"Really for me?" She could hardly believe it.

"Of course. We're friends now."

In the time that followed, Xiao Yangmi completely abandoned her dependence on her father and stuck to Gu Heng like a little tail.

Gu Heng sat on a small stool and began his great work of swindling... oh no, telling stories.

"Brother Heng, I want to hear a story," Little Yang Mi blinked her big eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell you a classic one."

Gu Heng cleared his throat. "Ahem, long, long ago, there was a girl named Lin Daiyu. She was incredibly strong. One day, she passed by the Xiangguo Temple and saw a weeping willow blocking her way. She gathered her strength in her dantian, and with a 'hey!', she uprooted the tree..."

Little Yang Mi was stunned, her mouth slightly agape: "Wow... Sister Lin Daiyu is so amazing!"

If Cao Xueqin were alive, he would probably be so angry that he would lift the lid of his coffin and crawl out.

But three-year-old Yang Mi didn't understand any of this. She just thought that this older brother was amazing and knew so much!

"Brother Heng, what happened next?"

"Later, later she went to the Western Paradise with the seven dwarfs to obtain Buddhist scriptures..."

From that day on, the two families began to interact more frequently.

Gu Heng and Yang Mi became a pair of inseparable playmates recognized in the compound.

That same year, Gu Heng made a request to his father that surprised the whole family.

"Dad, I want to learn martial arts."

At the dinner table, Gu Heng put down his chopsticks, his face serious.

Gu Jianjun was surprised, but looking at his son's serious eyes, he did not refuse.

He used his connections to find a master with real skills.

From then on, Gu Heng's days of hardship began.

Every morning, before dawn, he has to get out of his warm bed and practice horse stance and basic skills in the yard.

In the dead of winter, her little face turned red from the cold; in the sweltering heat of summer, her vest was soaked with sweat.

It was really tough. Several times, Gu Heng thought about just rolling his eyes and pretending to be dead.

But whenever he squatted in a horse stance with trembling legs, there was always a little figure in a skirt next to him.

Yang Mi sat on a small stool, holding a handful of White Rabbit milk candies, swinging her short legs as she unwrapped one of the candies.

"Go, Heng-gege!"

She popped the peeled candy into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out, and mumbled, "So sweet~"

Gu Heng gritted his teeth: "Yang Xiaomi! Are you cheering me on or just trying to seduce me?"

"Of course, it's to cheer you on!" Yang Mi said innocently, then peeled open another one. "You can have this one after you finish training. If you can't keep going... I'll eat it for you for a fee!"

"You just wait!" Gu Heng felt a surge of power, fueled by anger.

That brat, she's been so cunning since she was little!

Sometimes, Gu Heng would read under the trees in the courtyard.

He reads a wide variety of books, including history, geography, and literature.

Yang Mi would sit to the side, holding a paintbrush, and doodle on the canvas.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting warm, peaceful rays upon the two small figures.

In the following years, Gu Heng's life entered a regular, single-player development mode.

In his eyes, his primary task was to farm wild monsters like crazy and accumulate initial capital before the main storyline began.

He greedily absorbed every skill he might need in the future.

As for Yang Mi, she is following her life path step by step.

When I was four years old.

Yang Mi was spotted by the director of the TV series "Tang Minghuang" and was chosen to play the role of Princess Xianyi.

That day, Gu Heng took a special day off to visit the film set.

When he saw that little girl dressed in ancient palace attire, with delicate features, reciting her lines in a childish voice...

He had only one thought in his mind.

Who can stand this!