Rebirth: An Outlier in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 100 Tasting the Forbidden Fruit

"Ouch! Be gentle, it hurts!"

"I've been very gentle; you only have yourself to blame for the pain."

"Then—then could you be a little gentler?"

Yahuazi's voice was soft and sweet, with a slightly coquettish tremor: "It's normal to be nervous since it's my first time—"

"???"

Huang Yiliang's hand froze, and his expression turned somewhat strange.

The next second, he suddenly raised his head.

"Toothbrush, are you poisonous?!"

If you talk nonsense and my book gets banned, I'll have no choice but to write side stories for "What to Do If You Use the Wrong Cheat".

"Then, should I say it feels good?" Toothbrush blinked her innocent big eyes, looking completely confused.

This sentence was even more powerful! Huang Yiliang's vision went black.

"Fine, just say it hurts!"

Huang Yiliang resignedly lowered his head and continued to massage Ya Huazi's ankle.

He had warned Ya Hua Zi long ago that the bluestone slabs in the yard were slippery with moss, but the little girl just wouldn't believe him. Instead of walking on the proper path, she loved to jump around on the bluestone slabs. Luckily, she was nimble, otherwise she would have definitely fallen on her bottom.

"Why do you look like you're enjoying it? Are you still in pain? I'm so tired."

Huang Yiliang looked up and saw that Ya Huazi was staring at him blankly, his eyes a little unfocused.

"Ah—! No!"

Yahuazi snapped out of her daze and said directly, "I've noticed that you're incredibly handsome when you're focused on something."

She's a lot like Wong Yat-leung in this respect; they're both very direct when praising people, you could even say they're on the same wavelength. She might become a female playboy in the future.

"Okay, that's enough of looking cool!" Huang Yiliang pretended to stop, "You can rub it yourself, I'm going to take a shower."

"No, no, no!" Toothbrush hurriedly grabbed Huang Yiliang's sleeve.

"Five minutes! Just five more minutes! This medicine smells too strong, I don't want to get it on my hands!" She wrinkled her nose and glanced at the brownish liquid with disgust.

Okay! The smell of liniment is indeed hard to describe, especially this bottle in my hand, which has a faint, strange smell that seems to be expired.

But something is better than nothing, so I'll just have to make do.

Five minutes later.

Huang Yiliang stood up.

His main concern was that if Aunt Liu saw her daughter walking with a limp tomorrow, she would think he had done something to her.

Huang Yiliang is a gentleman, and Yang Mi can attest to that.

For every flirtatious message Huang Yiliang sent to Chang'e, Yang Mi sent just as many flirtatious messages back to Huang Yiliang. Sometimes, Huang Yiliang would even directly modify Yang Mi's flirtatious messages and forward them to Chang'e.

He's already won over Chang'e, yet he hasn't given Yang Mi any effective response. He's practically wicked.

However, Sister Honey is really persistent. Even without any response, she still teases Wong Yat Leung with one or two flirty remarks every day, rain or shine.

"Carry me to bed!" Yahuazi said with a charming smile, spreading her arms wide.

"Are you really going to sleep in this small room?" Huang Yiliang picked up Ya Huazi.

She's quite heavy.

"Yeah!" As soon as Ya Huazi touched the bed, she couldn't wait to lean over and turn on the computer at the foot of the bed.

Huang Yiliang's bedroom is small. A bed almost fills the entire space, so the computer desk has to be squeezed at the foot of the bed. There's no chair either; the edge of the bed is his exclusive seat.

"Can I watch these DVDs?" Yahua asked, pointing to the bookshelf embedded in the wall.

"Okay, but don't touch any files on my computer, or I'll really get angry," Huang Yiliang warned.

At that time, computer mainframes all had CD drives, and Huang Yiliang often watched DVDs on the computer.

"Don't worry! I absolutely won't," Yahuazi solemnly assured him.

She wasn't incapable of distinguishing between important and unimportant matters. Huang Yiliang's computer skills were so advanced that the files on his computer probably weren't very important, so she wouldn't dare to click on them carelessly.

"The Longest Nite", "The Birth of a Gangster", "The Legend of a Gambler", "The Madman"... "A City of Sadness", "Postmen in the Mountains".

Ya Hua Zi thought Huang Yi Liang would like to watch movies like "A Better Tomorrow" and "A Man Should Be Self-reliant".

She never expected him to have such discerning and unusual tastes; there were quite a few films she had never even heard of.

"Pfft—" When she flipped to a certain disc, Yahuazi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Tasting the Forbidden Fruit?

What movie is this? Let's take a look!

Toothpaste glanced guiltily at the doorway, tiptoed to close it slightly, then deftly turned on the CD player and inserted the mysterious disc.

When Huang Yiliang returned after taking a shower, Ya Huazi was staring intently at the computer monitor.

"Cough cough!" Huang Yiliang coughed twice.

"Ah!" Ya Huazi jerked back as if pricked by a needle. Upon seeing that it was Huang Yiliang, the girl immediately tried to remain calm, raising her chin and saying, "Tch~ I'm already tired of these kinds of movies!"

Huang Yiliang believed this, after all, he was an art school student. Others could only look at it secretly, but for him, it was teaching material.

Huang Yiliang and his fellow directors usually analyze films, even watching them frame by frame.

"I don't doubt your film viewing experience, but what's with your face turning so red and you're even sweating?"

Huang Yiliang turned on the air conditioner without thinking; the best thing about his small room was that the air conditioner was very cool.

"Yi Liang, come here!" Ya Hua Zi's voice suddenly softened, carrying a hint of coquetry.

"I'm not going over there. You clearly have ulterior motives," Huang Yiliang said decisively, shaking his head.

He was tricked by the Moon Goddess Chang'e into releasing her pent-up desires.

What makes us human is our ability to learn from our mistakes.

Every single woman in the entertainment industry is a bad person.

"Are you coming or not!" Ya Huazi's tone already carried a warning.

"I'm not coming!" Huang Yiliang's tone was equally firm.

If he had been born a few decades earlier, he would definitely have been an unyielding revolutionary.

"Come on!" Yahuazi's eyes sparkled, and her fingers deftly unbuttoned the first button of her school uniform.

Huang Yiliang felt a heat in his nasal cavity, a surge of heat stirring within him! He quickly looked up at the sky.

Yahuazi didn't bring any change of clothes, so after taking a shower she wore Huang Yiliang's old middle school uniform.

How to put it... this kind of clothing is as lethal to programmers as Hiroshima encountering the Little Boy.

"Yahuazi, you...you shouldn't do this. We're good friends. Killing each other isn't good for either of us."

Huang Yiliang clenched his right fist and shouted, "May the friendship between China and the United States last forever!"

Toothbrush: "

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"I'm so hot! I think I might have caught a cold. Feel it if you don't believe me."

Huang Yiliang naturally didn't believe Ya Huazi's nonsense.

But he shouldn't actually touch it.

Americans are notorious worldwide for being cunning, treacherous, and lacking in martial ethics.

"Good morning, Mr. Huang!"

"morning!"

Early in the morning, Huang Yiliang was squatting in the yard brushing his teeth when he bumped into Zhao Jian, who was also rinsing his mouth.

Zhao Jian also attended the "Heaven on Earth" party last night, and he was the one who brought Huang Haidong back.

"Mr. Huang, are you alright?" Zhao Jian was startled when he saw Huang Yiliang's face.

Huang Yiliang's face was ashen, as if covered in dust, and his two huge dark circles were comparable to those of a panda.

Zhao Jian, having been through similar experiences, could tell at a glance that these were classic symptoms of staying up late and excessive manual transmission.

"It's nothing! I didn't sleep well last night!" Huang Yiliang said, yawning.

"Yes, yes, I understand!" Zhao Jian nodded quickly.

"Yi Liang, my clothes aren't completely dry yet, so wear yours first!" Ya Hua Zi's voice came from inside the house, and then he came out as well.

Zhao Jian's eyes widened instantly, and he swallowed the mouthwash in his mouth with a "gulp".

I'm such an idiot. Mr. Huang is handsome and charming; he doesn't need any self-consolation.

But wait! Isn't this the girl who played Wang Yuyan? She's even more beautiful in person than on TV!

"Hello!" Ya Huazi greeted Zhao Jian politely.

"Hello!" Zhao Jian hurriedly replied.

He unconsciously glanced at the way Ya Huazi walked, his steps unsteady and limping.

first?!

Mr. Huang, you're being way too... too aggressive!

"Snapped!"

Huang Yiliang slapped Zhao Jian hard on the back of the head, saying, "What are you thinking! She twisted her ankle!"

"Ah, right, right, right! Twist it, twist it! I get it! Twist it!" Zhao Jian covered his head, nodding vigorously, his "I get it" in his eyes even more meaningful.

Huang Yiliang and Ya Huazi quickly finished washing up.

"Why aren't you driving? I'm feeling a little unwell—" Yahuazi pouted, her voice carrying a lazy nasal tone.

"It's inconvenient to wear a helmet while driving. I'm a very steady cyclist, I'll be there in no time."

Huang Yiliang hopped on the motorcycle, patted the back seat, and said, "Sweetie, I'll buy you breakfast at the intersection. Their soy milk is amazing."

"I don't want to drink soy milk, you're so annoying, I want to drink lemon tea." Ya Huazi pinched Huang Yiliang.

"Okay, lemon tea." Huang Yiliang readily agreed.

The living room of Yahuazi's house.

Aunt Liu's gaze was fixed on her daughter's walking posture like a searchlight, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

"She twisted her ankle yesterday," Huang Yiliang quickly explained.

"Are you kidding me?"

Aunt Liu's sharp eyes glared at Huang Yiliang, so fierce they felt like they could stab him in the heart.

"Mommy, it's true, I really twisted my ankle." Yahuazi quickly rolled up her loose trouser leg, revealing her slightly red and swollen ankle as proof.

"Ouch! You really twisted your ankle, does it still hurt?" Aunt Liu then nervously squatted down to check, and sure enough, she smelled a faint medicinal oil scent.

"You've already gotten off the bus, why are you still wearing a helmet? Don't you find it stuffy?" Aunt Liu rolled her eyes at Huang Yiliang, annoyed.

"It's okay, I'll be going right away, I have some things to do at the company." Huang Yiliang quickly waved his hand.

He can't take off his helmet.

That would be like admitting guilt without being asked!

"Goodbye, Yifei; goodbye, Sister Li!"

"Okay, goodbye, ride your bike carefully on the road," Yahuazi said, repeating her mother's lines.

For a moment, Huang Yiliang felt a warmth in his heart; it seemed as if his teeth had grown up overnight.

"Mommy, this is the breakfast that Liang bought for you. It's so delicious. I finished it on the way here. And here's the fruit we picked out," Yahuazi said proudly.

Aunt Liu touched Ya Huazi's forehead.

There's no fever! Something feels off.

"Was that impolite to be at someone else's house?" Aunt Liu asked tentatively.

"No, no! It's just him and Uncle Dong in the Liang family! Uncle Dong is a very nice person, very easy to talk to!" Ya Huazi smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Just the father and son? Where's his mother?" Aunt Liu keenly caught the information.

"How could I possibly ask that? If Yi Liang wanted me to know, he would have told me eventually!" Ya Hua Zi said softly.

She was actually quite curious about this question, since Uncle Dong was a rather unusual person, not at all like a proper parent.

"Oh dear, you silly child, you can't even be indirect! Couldn't you have tried to find out more indirectly?" Aunt Liu was very disappointed in Ya Huazi.

"No, Mommy, I'm going to sleep, I'm still a little sleepy." Toothbrush hurriedly ran away.

Her mother has high expectations of her and has been disappointed in her for a long time.

Xuanwu District, Menwai Street.

If it weren't for the appointment with Jiang Wen, Huang Yiliang really wouldn't want to get up this early.

"Over here!" Jiang Wen's signature loud voice rang out.

He was sitting casually on a small stool at a breakfast stall, holding a bowl of gruel in his hand.

As expected, the whole "crazy fans blocking the street" thing is nonsense.

Jiang Wen is a famous director and actor. He is quite well-known in Beijing, but when he sits at a roadside stall eating breakfast, no one gives him a second glance.

The office workers who were rushing by bought breakfast and left.

In fact, he wasn't very good-looking. He had a big head and big ears, and he wasn't even as handsome as Jiang Wu.

"Hey! Your motorcycle is pretty good!" Jiang Wen slurped up the sticky stuff in his bowl, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Huang Yiliang's motorcycle.

"If you like it, just ride it away. This thing doesn't suit my style," Huang Yiliang said as he took off his helmet.

"Boss, one jianbing guozi, no crispy crackers! And a beef bun too!" Huang Yiliang pulled out five yuan from his pocket.

Jiang Wen shook his head: "A jianbing guozi without crispy crackers has no soul."

"Huh—! What happened to your face?" Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing what had happened.

"Young man, you need to be more careful!" Jiang Wen patted Huang Yiliang on the shoulder with the tone of someone who had been through it all. "Don't ruin that young girl's life."

Huang Yiliang was speechless.

"I've been staying up all night!" He felt the need to struggle a bit.

"Hmm—! I believe you!" Jiang Wen nodded: "You obviously didn't stay up all night."

Huang Yiliang was completely speechless, and could only lament that Ya Huazi's incredibly deceptive innocent face was too much of a rip-off.

"You really gave me the car?" Jiang Wen quickly finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth.

Huang Yiliang simply tossed the car keys over.

"Get on!" Jiang Wen straddled the motorcycle, turned the key, and the engine roared. He waved to Huang Yiliang.

"Huh? I'll sit in the back seat? I—I'll take a taxi!" Huang Yiliang shook his head decisively.

Huang Haidong's motorcycle is a grey market Honda CA250, which was discontinued in 1998. It's more like a man and a woman riding it, but it feels strange to see two grown men riding it.

"Get on up here! What are you dawdling about?"

Jiang Wen retorted impatiently, "Go ask around, when has Jiang Wen ever given a ride to a man?"

Huang Yiliang had no choice but to sit in the back seat like a little bird nestled against its nest.

"Wow! That's pretty powerful! Then I won't hold back!" Jiang Wen felt the vibration of the engine and looked satisfied.

The guy twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot off.

It's clear that Jiang Wen's driving skills are indeed superb, but unfortunately, the back seat isn't filled with soft, warm comfort.

He seemed to realize this himself, and facing the wind, he let out a sigh full of vicissitudes: "Ah, if I had ridden this bike a few years ago—tsk!"

"It's not too late now," Huang Yiliang casually reassured him.

Time is the fairest thing; no matter who you are, there are only 24 hours in a day.

"Hehe!" Jiang Wen chuckled twice without offering any explanation.

He skillfully downshifted, accelerated, and gave it gas.

Huang Yiliang thought the 250cc engine displacement was nothing special, but in 2004, it was definitely a "large displacement" engine on the road, since most of the motorcycles on the road were 100cc or 125cc.

Huang Yiliang had always thought Jiang Wen was slow to act, but he didn't expect that the other party was quite efficient and resolved the review issue of "Crazy Stone" in just one morning.

"Alright, have someone from your company resubmit the application next Monday. Just find that Director Zhuang from before," Jiang Wen instructed.

"Understood! Thank you, Director Jiang!"

"So—shall we go to Heaven on Earth tonight?" Huang Yiliang asked tentatively.

"I'm not going!"

Jiang Wen waved his hand, hopped on his motorcycle, and exclaimed, "I need to go for a spin around West Mountain!"

"Shall I take you home first?"

"No, no, no! You should go to Xishan right away! I'll take a taxi! I'll take a taxi!" Huang Yiliang waved his hand hurriedly, as if he had been granted a pardon.

Sharing a motorcycle with this grown man made him feel like the "gay" label was practically welded onto his body.

Jiang Wen didn't stand on ceremony with him, chuckled, and twisted the accelerator.

The motorcycle, carrying his big head that yearned for freedom, roared into the traffic and disappeared in the blink of an eye.