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

On the night of the wrap party, Gu Heng went in upright and came out horizontal.

He really didn't expect that Wu Jing, who looked so handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would be such a beast when he drank!

Director Chen Musheng was about to say a few words when Wu Jing suddenly came over with two bottles of red wine. His manner didn't seem like he was offering a toast; it looked more like he was seeking revenge. Xie Tingfeng, that cunning fellow, sensed something was wrong, clutched his waist, claimed his old injury had flared up, and disappeared faster than a rabbit.

Shawn Yue went even further, simply lying face down on the table and pretending to be dead.

Only Gu Heng remained, and Wu Jing pulled him aside and started calling him brother.

"Gu Heng! Don't say anything more! It's all in the wine! Cheers!"

"Brother Jing... this is red wine, can we not drink it straight from the bottle?"

"What? You look down on your brother? Drink up!"

That drinking session was truly a nightmare.

Although Gu Heng had abnormal physical qualities and martial arts practitioners had vigorous blood and energy, he couldn't withstand Wu Jing's fighting style of drinking alcohol like water.

In the end, Gu Heng only remembered that he seemed to have agreed to invest in several of this guy's movies, and he had no idea whether he had been tricked.

When Gu Heng woke up the next day, he had a splitting headache and vowed that if he drank with Wu Jing again, he would be a dog.

Fortunately, filming was finished, so there was nothing to miss. Gu Heng declined Huanyu's offer to stay, and without notifying anyone from the company to pick him up at the airport, he flew directly back to Beijing with Wang Gang.

As soon as I landed, that familiar dry air hit me.

It's so much more comfortable living right here in the capital!

Gu Heng didn't even go back to the courtyard house, nor did he put down his luggage. He directly asked Wang Gang to drive the car to Yang Mi's house.

If you haven't seen each other for two months and don't have any thoughts in your mind, then you're a eunuch.

Upon arriving at the Yang family's door, Gu Heng rang the doorbell.

"Here it comes!"

Yang Chunling opened the door.

Upon seeing Gu Heng, Aunt Yang's face lit up with a smile as bright as a flower, exclaiming warmly, "Oh! Little Heng's back! Come in, come in quickly! Old Gu! Old Yang! Little Heng's back!"

Good guy.

As soon as Gu Heng entered the door, he saw his father, Gu Jianjun, and Yang Xiaolin, sitting on the sofa drinking tea and playing chess, while his mother, Liu Jing, was busy in the kitchen.

This is another big gathering of the two families.

Before Gu Heng could even call out, a slender figure rushed out of the bedroom like a gust of wind.

"Gu Heng!!!"

His voice was filled with undisguised surprise and joy.

Yang Mi was completely different from how she was on the phone a few days ago.

Gu Heng had just opened his arms when he felt a weight in his embrace, and a familiar milky scent instantly filled his nostrils. Yang Mi was clinging to him, as if she wanted to meld herself into his very bones.

Before Gu Heng could react, two warm and soft lips pressed down hard on his body.

This girl is freaking fierce!

Completely disregarding the four elders present, the kiss was incredibly passionate, carrying the longing of two months, the coquettishness of a young woman, and even a touch of domineering assertion of ownership.

Gu Heng was a normal man, and after being teased like this, he didn't care about anything else. He reached out and cupped her pert buttocks, turning the tables and taking the initiative.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

The air in the living room was remarkably quiet...

"Cough cough!!"

Yang Xiaolin could barely hold his teacup, his face flushed red, and he coughed heavily twice.

This is my own cabbage, and it was eaten by a pig right in front of the old farmer. Even though I watched this pig grow up, I felt incredibly jealous.

Gu Jianjun watched with great interest and even wanted to applaud his son.

He's made something of himself! This is the true Gu family scion!

Liu Jing and Yang Chunling, both mothers, exchanged a glance, both seeing the kind of doting smile in each other's eyes. Then, in perfect unison, they turned away and pretended to clear the table: "Oh dear, is the food cold? I'll go heat it up."

Hearing her father cough, Yang Mi finally realized where she was. Her face instantly turned red to the roots of her neck, and she jumped off Gu Heng like a startled rabbit.

But that hand still gripped Gu Heng's arm tightly, showing no intention of letting go.

"Dad, Mom... Uncle and Aunt." Yang Mi lowered her head, her voice barely audible, completely lacking the vigor she had just displayed.

Gu Heng, however, was thick-skinned and acted as if nothing had happened, greeting everyone with a smile: "Dad, Mom, Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang, I'm back. I've missed your cooking so much these past two months in Hong Kong."

"You brat! You finally know how to come back!" Gu Jianjun said with a laugh, but his eyes couldn't hide his pride.

The meal was quite lively.

Gu Heng became the absolute center of attention, bombarded with questions from the four elders, asking him if he was used to Hong Kong, if he was being bullied, and how he was getting along with those big stars.

Gu Heng focused on the pleasant parts, glossing over the thrilling action scenes and emphasizing how he tricked Prince Fang and how he became sworn brothers with Wu Jing. Yang Xiaolin listened, stunned, and slapped his thigh, saying it was satisfying.

Yang Mi sat next to Gu Heng, not saying much, just resting her chin on her hand and looking at him.

Her eyes were bright and sparkling, as if she wanted to etch Gu Heng's face into her mind. Even now, wearing a simple T-shirt, Gu Heng's confident and composed aura was captivating.

The girl kept serving Gu Heng food and peeling shrimp. Her virtuous manner made Yang Xiaolin shake his head: "Girls grow up and leave home!"

After finally finishing the meal, I chatted with the elders for a while.

Seeing that it was almost time, Gu Heng gave Yang Mi a wink.

Yang Mi understood immediately, stood up, took Gu Heng's hand and said, "Dad, Mom, Uncle and Aunt, Gu Heng must be tired after just coming back. Let's go back to the courtyard house and let him rest properly."

Yang Xiaolin was about to say something when Yang Chunling grabbed her arm: "Alright, alright! Go on, go on! Young people need their own space too!"

"Then we're off!"

The two of them ran out of the house as if they were fleeing a disaster.

Once in the car, Wang Gang thoughtfully raised the partition between the front and back seats.

The carriage fell silent instantly, with only the sound of each other's breathing remaining.

"Did you miss me?" Gu Heng asked softly, playing with Yang Mi's soft, boneless hand.

"In no mood!"

Yang Mi raised her chin arrogantly, but her body honestly leaned into Gu Heng's arms, "I think about it about a hundred times a day."

Gu Heng smiled, lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "I missed you too."

The car sped along and soon stopped at No. 15 Fuxiang Hutong.

Once inside that priceless courtyard house and the gates were closed, it felt as if the world had been shut out.

This is a world that belongs only to the two of them.

Before they even entered the main room, Gu Heng scooped Yang Mi up in his arms.

"Ah! Slow down!" Yang Mi exclaimed, instinctively wrapping her arms around Gu Heng's neck. Her eyes held no fear, only anticipation and teasing. "My lord Gu, are you in such a hurry?"

"Nonsense! It's been so many years, what do you think?"

After not seeing her for two months, Gu Heng could no longer suppress his feelings for her.

He stopped pretending to be a gentleman and strode towards the bedroom.

Once inside, Gu Heng placed her directly on the soft, large bed.

The lights were dim and yellow, creating an atmosphere of ambiguity.

Yang Mi at this time had long since shed her youthful naiveté. Although she was only 19 years old, the experience of playing Wang Zhaojun, coupled with the positive effects of her recent fame, gave her a breathtaking beauty.

She was no longer the little girl who would just follow Gu Heng around; she was a woman who truly understood her own charm.

Yang Mi reached out and hooked her arm around Gu Heng's neck, pulling him towards her with a slight pull, her eyes glazed over: "Gu Heng, you're mine now."

Gu Heng looked at the beauty beneath him, his breathing becoming heavy.

There was no unnecessary chatter; everything proceeded smoothly and naturally.

From childhood sweethearts to their final meeting at the pinnacle of their relationship, their bond had long been intertwined with each other's lives. This moment of passion was not merely a manifestation of desire, but a profound connection of souls.

The moonlight outside the window was perfect, and the spring scenery inside the house was even more beautiful.

One night fish and dragon dance.

This is what life is all about! Before Gu Heng drifted off to sleep, only one thought remained in his mind: To hell with Wu Jing, to hell with the entertainment industry, I am the happiest person in the world right now!