Rebirth

Rebuilding Life (Entertainment Industry) Author: Eighth Master Party [Complete + Extras]

Blurb:

A reality show sixteen years ago brought Lu Heng, a country boy, into the entertainment industry. He spent sixteen years making himself into a kung fu superstar, only to unexpectedly be reborn while attending a friend's funeral.

Back at the age of fourteen, Lu Heng had intended to continue living his life step by step, take good care of his family, and work hard to change his friend's fate. But then—

His boss was even more deranged, shameless, and unreasonable than in his previous life!!!

Top: Is that my fault?

Friendly reminder:

1. The world in this story is fictional. There are no real-life models or implications, so please don't make comparisons, little angels. Mwah.

2. We only want sweet, satisfying plot; we don't want logic or intelligence. Mwah.

3. The cheat was outrageously overpowered. Absolutely an upgrade-style story: a proud, jealous male lead top x a reborn celebrity bottom with immense combat prowess. Mwah.

Tags: Wealthy Families, Rebirth

Search keywords: Protagonists: Lu Heng, Wei Linxuan ┃ Supporting Cast: ┃ Other: Entertainment Industry, Business Wars, Parallel Space

Work Review: Kung fu superstar Lu Heng was unexpectedly reborn while attending a friend's funeral. Back at the age of fourteen, Lu Heng had intended to continue living his life step by step, take good care of his family, and work hard to change his friend's fate. Yet he never expected that his crazy boss would be even more domineering than in his previous life. Not only did he want to become Lu Heng's boss, he also wanted to become his top...

The prose flowed smoothly, the cheat was powerful, and the story continued the author's usual sweet, satisfying upgrade-story style, slowly telling a tale of two childhood friends growing up together.

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Rebirth

Lu Heng quietly looked at the man with the bright smile on the tombstone. The sky was gloomy, and at some point, a fine drizzle had begun to fall, blurring the outlines in the black-and-white photograph.

Lu Heng still remembered that sixteen years ago, when he had just entered the entertainment industry, he had understood nothing and known how to do nothing. It was this man who had taken over his management contract and taught him how to deal with the media, how to face the waves of criticism and condemnation from the outside world, how to build connections within the industry, and how to adapt to a public figure's life without privacy...

Back then, he had sincerely believed that being an agent was the greatest profession in the world, and that Brother Sun was the strongest person in the world. He could always face any mishap with calm composure, whether it was ignorant public abuse and media opinion, sudden romantic scandals, the media's excessive praise, or the seemingly friendly but pointed clashes with peers.

Making connections, taking advantage, hyping things up—working in the entertainment industry meant enjoying the glamour of being watched by countless people, while also bearing immense pressure. Before he had even understood what entertainment was, he had been pushed in front of the cameras, enjoying the pursuit of flashbulbs and the media on one hand while enduring all the criticism crashing down on him on the other. One day, he had signed his contract in glorious fashion; the next, he had woken up to face condemnation from the entire world. He had been like a small boat floating through a storm at sea, tossed high and low by the raging wind and rain of public opinion, never able to settle.

Fear, irritability, grievance—those negative emotions that could drive a person mad had come crashing down on him like a mountain. It was Brother Sun who had stood firmly behind him, teaching him bit by bit what to do. How to manage media relations, steer public opinion, show the public his best, most outstanding, most trustworthy, and most likable side; how to act, how to win fans, how to befriend powerful people in the industry, how to relieve stress.

Yet in the end, that strong and warm person had fallen into drug addiction and become estranged from everyone close to him. He had borrowed money from every relative and friend, sold the house and car, taken out usurious loans, angered his parents to death, and finally, even he himself...

Soft sobbing drifted to his ears. Lu Heng came back to himself and found that his own eyes felt hot as well. He lowered his head and put on his sunglasses. After the funeral ended, he walked over to the family.

He Weiwei's face was pale, her dry lips peeling, her eyes filled with red veins. Brother Sun's two children stood beside their mother, their small hands clutching the hem of He Weiwei's oversized black trench coat. Their wide eyes looked blankly and helplessly at everything around them.

Lu Heng felt a burning pain rise in his throat. He took a deep breath, pulled a bank card from his pocket, and held it out to He Weiwei.

"What are you doing?"

"Sister-in-law," Lu Heng said, but after only one sentence, his throat felt as though it were on fire. After pausing for a long time, he continued, "Brother Sun used to take especially good care of me. I was useless—I couldn't help him. This money is just a small token of my feelings—"

"I can't accept it!" He Weiwei wiped at her eyes. "You've already done more than enough. The money he borrowed from you... because of the drugs... give me some time. I'll pay it back..."

"Before Brother Sun died, he sold the house and the car, and he still owed so much in usurious loans." As Lu Heng spoke, his gaze was filled with uncontrollable sorrow. Tears misted his eyes until they were wet and gleaming. When those clear black-and-white eyes looked at He Weiwei, they were filled with sincerity, gentle to the point of being dazzling.

He Weiwei's heart softened, and she could not help recalling what many film critics had said about Lu Heng: "As the nation's finest martial arts star, he somehow has the eyes most envied by actors in literary films. When those clear black-and-white eyes gaze at you, you feel as though you are his entire world."

Under the gaze of those eyes, He Weiwei immediately felt herself wrapped in a gentle aura. The grief she had suppressed for so long could no longer be restrained. Covering her face with both hands, she burst into tears. "I don't know... how did this happen... how did it become like this..."

Lu Heng also felt rain slipping through the gap between his brow and his sunglasses, icy cold as it ran down his cheeks. He stuffed the bank card into He Weiwei's coat pocket and said softly, "There's no money left at home. Sister-in-law, you worked so hard caring for Brother Sun, and you still have to raise two children. You need to rent a decent place and get settled first. Take this money for now—just treat it as a loan from me. Even if you want to pay me back, you should settle your home first, get your health back in order, and find a stable job... Besides, I'm not in urgent need of money. Keeping it with me would only mean depositing it in the bank. You know I can't trade stocks; whatever I buy loses money. Rather than lose it on stocks, I'd rather lend it to you. As long as you and the children live well, Brother Sun can leave with peace of mind."