A salvação do entretenimento chinês: elas me obrigam a virar o astro do topo

“Do you really not want me to introduce you to some contacts?”
“I may be about to leave the industry, but I still have some connections.”
“They might not be anything extraordinary, but for someone new like you, they're more than enough.”

On a large bed, Zhao Qi, who played Lin Wanyu in "Love Apartment," lay with flushed cheeks and eyes hazy with affection, gazing at the man sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.

His name was Zhang Yang. His looks were rather ordinary, not much different from the average reader of this book. He was an actor by trade, though to be more precise, he was an unknown, barely-scraping-by minor celebrity with only a few minor roles to his name.

But now, he believed his most unique identity was that of a returnee—someone who had seemingly gone back in time ten years, into a parallel world.

“No need.”

Zhang Yang turned to Zhao Qi, a smile appearing on his face. “We may not be lovers, but our relationship shouldn’t be one of mere exchange of benefits either.”

“If I accepted your help, wouldn’t that make me a kept man for real?”

If he didn’t carry memories from his previous life, he would have accepted this offer without a moment’s hesitation.
After all, if you can take a shortcut with your abilities and hard work, why refuse out of pride?

But as a man reborn, he felt he ought to have some backbone—he couldn’t just walk the old path again.

“Miss this chance, and you won’t get another.”
“After tonight, I’m off to travel the worl