Chapter 122 You Two Are Innocent? I Believe You~

Lying on the bed for a moment of rest, Lin Yu found himself reflecting on everything that had happened that day.

His interactions with the boss seemed strange no matter how he looked at them. It was clearly just a proper, professional relationship between employer and employee, so how was it that, through Su Xiaolin’s words, it became something so odd and ambiguous?

The two of them… really had nothing going on!

“All right, you two are innocent, I believe you~”

Somewhere, an agent was tossing and turning late at night, unable to understand the relationship between the two, and deliberately sent a message with a sly, teasing question.

Lin Yu replied with an exasperated emoji and headed into the bathroom.

It’s often said that people become singing gods in the shower, and Lin Yu was no exception. As he washed, he started humming a song that had been wildly popular in his previous life. He couldn’t recall the title, but the melody was catchy and lingered easily in the mind.

It was no wonder—short video platforms had flourished in later years, and countless songs had gone viral on them. A single background track could be used in an endless stream of short clips, especially those with girls dancing or striking memorable poses. Such images were hard to forget.

The way songs were recommended in that era was far more unique than it was now.

Still humming, Lin Yu struggled to remember how the song went. It was like having a vague memory in your mind, but being unable to recall where or when it happened—only a few lyrics remained clear.

“Suddenly, I miss you so much. Where could you be? Are you happy, or are you feeling low?”

Damn!

As these words escaped him, an image of a certain woman flashed in Lin Yu’s mind, along with the memory of those soft, black stockings—no, those soft, shapely legs.

Oh, this was just too much! He prided himself on being an innocent young man, yet here he was, led astray without realizing it!

How could he let himself think such impure thoughts? Wasn’t he supposed to be considering what song to sing next?

After his shower, Lin Yu lay back helplessly on the sofa, covering his forehead in dismay. What nonsense! Not only had his boss led him astray, even his thoughts were growing less innocent. After guarding his chastity for over twenty years, how could he let himself slip like this?

And speaking of those years, if he counted the decades from his previous life, hadn’t he… lived for over forty years!?

Something wasn’t right. Everything felt off, yet somehow, everything also seemed to make sense.

Lin Yu scratched his head, troubled. He had been twenty-five before his rebirth, and now, after being reborn, he was still in his twenties—so just how old was he, really?

According to a certain theory of relativity, a reborn person shouldn’t occupy the time before their rebirth. But then, who had lived out that period before his return? Who had grown up in his stead, allowing him to be reborn at all?

Or perhaps rebirth simply meant returning to a previous point in one’s own life, with the time before and after overlapping. He had just traveled back to the past, nothing more.

But then, had everything that happened afterward truly existed?

His mind was a tangled mess, and he couldn’t make sense of what truth he was seeking.

Lin Yu scratched his head, feeling as if it might split open from the pain.

A person who had been reborn should just live well, make up for past regrets, and leave the rest behind—so he comforted himself.

If something made no sense, he’d rather not dwell on it. Since it couldn’t be unraveled, why waste time trying? The more he thought, the more lost he became. Better to cherish this second chance at life. That’s what he told himself the day he returned.

And so it was now.

He intended to rest and relax fully, but sleep wouldn’t come. He got up and rummaged through the room, thinking of going out to buy something to eat, searching for his shoes.

It was his first time staying in such a luxurious hotel, so it was only natural not to know what was inside.

He didn’t expect that, as he rummaged deeper into a drawer, he would find a box at the very back. Blue and red packaging, with words like “ultra-thin,” “long-lasting,” “water-based…”

Hmm…

Unbelievable!

Just then, someone knocked on the door. In a flurry, Lin Yu shoved the box back into the drawer.

Good grief…

How embarrassing! If someone found out…

“Lin Yu, what are you doing? Open up.”

He hurried to stash the box and rushed to open the door.

Luckily, Su Xiaolin only casually asked what he’d been doing and didn’t notice the fleeting look of panic on his face.

“Were you just resting?”

Lin Yu shook his head. He’d planned to sleep, but couldn’t feel drowsy at all. While looking for his shoes, he’d stumbled on something he shouldn’t have, and her sudden arrival had chased off any lingering sleepiness.

“Is there something you need, Sister Lin?”

He meant nothing by it—just teasing her lightly.

Su Xiaolin, however, felt a bit awkward inside. She wondered if he still thought she was micromanaging his life, making him uncomfortable. Was he still sulking? She didn’t dare ask directly. She knew it was her fussiness that had made things awkward today.

As for Lin Yu? His earlier talk of terminating their contract had been spoken in anger. He never truly meant to end things; in hindsight, he’d probably just wanted to fight for his own rights.

If a person had no freedom, why bother struggling in this world at all?

“Maybe I shouldn’t have been so aggressive.”

Su Xiaolin hesitated for a long time before speaking, feeling genuinely guilty. Yet saying it aloud took immense courage.

“It’s all right. I was at fault too, wasn’t I?”

Lin Yu grinned, glanced at the time, and reminded her, “It’s getting late, Sister Lin. You should head back and rest. Don’t overthink it—tomorrow’s a new day, after all.”

With a half-joking tone, Lin Yu saw Su Xiaolin out. The awkwardness between them dissolved with each word and step.

…

At five o’clock, as always, he rose for his morning cardio. By the time he had finished everything, it was already eight. He went next door to knock on Ji Ya’s room, but it seemed she had already left; there was no answer.

He suddenly remembered—she had mentioned attending a meeting abroad today.

Su Xiaolin was gone as well. The only response to his questions came from a call from Ji Ya.

“We’re at the boarding gate, about to fly to America. With both of us away, you have to behave and finish filming before you do anything else.”

Lin Yu agreed cheerfully—he was truly delighted.

With Su Xiaolin away and no one to keep him in check, he was free to do as he pleased. He wondered if there were any music festivals happening soon. In his previous life, he’d been too busy working to properly enjoy life. Now, thanks to the music festivals, he could finally experience the kind of excitement he’d never known before.