What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 10

Tan Yun was still whispering to Cheng Xiaoai, completely unaware of Yun Bo’s approach.

Only when a faint scent of jasmine reached them did Cheng Xiaoai and Tan Yun turn around simultaneously. The woman before them wore a light blue pipa-collar cheongsam, revealing delicate collarbones. With a gentle smile, she said, “Sorry I’m late.”

Tan Yun was utterly entranced. “N-no, it’s fine. I just got here too.”

Under the table, she tugged lightly at Cheng Xiaoai’s hand, pleading silently. Unable to resist, Cheng Xiaoai shot a warning glance at Yun Bo before checking her watch. “I have some errands to run. I’ll be back later.”

Tan Yun nodded eagerly, her smile almost shameless.

“What would you like to drink?” Yun Bo’s fingers had barely touched the menu when Tan Yun blurted out, “Jasmine tea!”

“Alright.” Yun Bo withdrew her hand, studying the woman before her. It had been so long since she’d looked at her this closely. Back then, at fifteen or sixteen, she had been like a jasmine bud waiting to bloom. Now, she was in full bloom, ready to be plucked.

Tan Yun felt like she might melt under the warmth of Yun Bo’s gaze. “Um… how should I address you?”

“Yun Bo.”

Disappointment flickered in Tan Yun’s eyes—it felt too distant. She should have called her “Sister Yun” or “Sister Bo.”

Little did she know how long she would end up whispering that name—”Yun Bo”—in the years to come.

Soon, two cups of jasmine tea arrived. Tan Yun lifted hers, gently swirling the cup, blowing away the floating petals before savoring the fragrant brew.

Across from her, Yun Bo made no move to drink, simply watching as the tea moistened Tan Yun’s lips. With each sip, the faint red beauty mark on the inside of her upper lip peeked through, trembling slightly as she pursed her lips. Every motion exuded charm, and Yun Bo swallowed, her breath growing warmer without realizing it.

After finishing her tea, Tan Yun stole glances at her, as if submitting an exam paper—careful not to make a single move that might displease her.

“Yun Bo, aren’t you going to drink?”

“Watching you is enough.” Yun Bo’s adoring gaze held no pretense.

Instantly, Tan Yun flushed crimson, scalding her tongue in her haste to hide behind the teacup.

Yun Bo handed her a plain silk handkerchief. Tan Yun’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re giving this to me?”

“Who else would I give it to?” Yun Bo flicked the handkerchief lightly, smiling. “Don’t you want it?”

“I do! I do!” Tan Yun took it, clutching it tightly—until her joyous expression froze. Unfolding the handkerchief, she saw an embroidered jasmine blossom.

She recognized it—the same jasmine as the one on the round fan in yesterday’s sketch.

“What’s wrong?” Yun Bo noticed her furrowed brow and probed cautiously, “Did you remember something?”

“Nothing.” Tan Yun dabbed her lips with the handkerchief, forcing a smile. She reminded herself not to jump to conclusions.

Yun Bo hummed in response, her fingers resting on the teacup as she glanced toward the glass door. “When will your friend be back? Would you like to go for a walk?”

“Sure!” Tan Yun’s gloom vanished instantly. How could she refuse an invitation from such a beauty? She promptly abandoned her third-wheel friend Cheng Xiaoai. “Don’t worry about her.”

Yun Bo chuckled. “Really? No need to wait?”

“No need!” Tan Yun set down her cup, gazing at her expectantly.

Seeing her still acting like a child at heart, Yun Bo suppressed the urge to pull her into an embrace and settled the bill instead.

Yun Bo was slightly taller and walked on her left side.

The sea breeze blew gently, and the flush on Tan Yun’s face gradually faded. Treading on the soft sand, she only needed to tilt her head slightly to see the beautiful woman’s smiling face, feeling utterly blissful.

“Xiao Yun, are you seeing anyone?”

The question caught Tan Yun off guard, and it took her a moment to react before she shook her head repeatedly. “No, no.”

Yun Bo stopped walking, her fingers just a hair’s breadth from Tan Yun’s cheek. “Perfect, neither am I.”

“Th-then, then, then—” Tan Yun got so flustered she started stuttering again, the words she was about to say hanging on her lips. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist, and she let out a startled “Ah!” Only then did she notice the beautiful woman was half-soaked, droplets of water still clinging to her hair.

Yun Bo tucked a stray lock behind her ear. “Are you okay?”

Tan Yun shook her head, anxiously looking her up and down before pulling a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her face.

Abruptly, her wrist was caught, and she could clearly see the deep affection in the other woman’s eyes.

“Xiao Yun, since neither of us is spoken for… how about—”