What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 11

Tan Yun didn’t dare to breathe loudly. She could only see the other’s lips moving but couldn’t make out any words, yet she could hear everything around her clearly—definitely not deaf.

Yun Bo repeated again, “Xiao Yun, neither of us is married, why don’t we…”

The person before her looked puzzled, as if hearing nothing, even standing on tiptoes to bring her ear closer.

Holding her breath as a thought struck her, she grabbed Tan Yun’s hand, spread open the palm, and wrote “I like you” on it.

Tan Yun shook her head, clearly on the verge of tears, feeling nothing at all.

Yun Bo withdrew her hand, gazing at the person before her, fingers brushing aside the stray hairs by her ear.

Heaven gave me one chance to reunite with you, yet I can never speak the words “I like you”—is this fortune or misfortune?

After a moment’s silence, Yun Bo tucked her damp hair behind her ears. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to tell you a story.”

“Oh, okay.” Tan Yun felt inexplicably disappointed, sensing she’d missed something.

Someone was barbecuing by the shore, the wind carrying the savory aroma. Tan Yun secretly licked her lips.

Having only drunk some tea that evening, Tan Yun figured she must be hungry. “Are you hungry? Should we get something to eat?”

But seeing her soaked clothes, Tan Yun couldn’t think about food. “Aren’t you cold? Should we go back to change first?”

Warmth blossomed in Yun Bo’s chest. Time was already scarce—she treasured every second with her. “Look around—who here isn’t a little wet?”

“But…” Tan Yun still worried. “What if you catch a cold?”

“Then how about you take care of me?” Yun Bo bent down, staring intently into her eyes before suddenly straightening. “I’d really like you to care for me.”

Claiming not to be cold was a lie—goosebumps already dotted her arms, the damp fabric clinging uncomfortably to half her body.

Tan Yun’s face flushed instantly, her usual “old rogue” demeanor gone. She stammered, “If… if that’s the case, then… alright.”

Yun Bo’s soft laughter mingled with the sea breeze—she hadn’t felt this happy in ages.

As they walked, though heaven had imposed so many restrictions—even forbidding her to speak of love—Yun Bo still considered herself fortunate for this chance to do what she couldn’t before.

“Has anyone told you you’re adorable?”

“Yes—I mean no!” Only your words make it true—others’ opinions don’t matter.

Strolling along the riverbank, Yun Bo tilted her head. “How did you meet Cheng Xiaoai?”

Tan Yun paused mid-step, kicking sand. Sensing the misunderstanding, she explained, “We’ve known each other since childhood. Good friends.”

She emphasized “good friends,” stealing glances at Yun Bo, whose fluttering eyelashes concealed her constant jealousy toward Cheng Xiaoai for sharing so many years with her.

Bursting one sour bubble after another in her heart, Yun Bo suppressed her turbulent emotions. Originally planning shortcuts, she now resolved to court Tan Yun properly.

“Then do I still have a chance?” Masking her dejection with a smile, she spoke with complete sincerity.

The suddenness left Tan Yun breathless, utterly unprepared.

Yun Bo wasn’t in a hurry for her answer. A well-considered response would win her heart the most.

“Let’s go eat first.” After walking for a while, her clothes had mostly dried from the sea breeze. Seeing how she had practically drooled passing by the barbecue stalls earlier, Yun Bo took her to a grilled meat restaurant.

After all this time, Yun Bo still didn’t know her preferences, so she handed her the menu. “Order whatever you like, and we’ll grill it together.”

Tan Yun still hadn’t fully processed everything. Holding the menu, she couldn’t focus on it, her mind still replaying Yun Bo’s earlier words: “Do I still have a chance?”

She couldn’t help but wonder—someone so beautiful, gentle, and considerate, why would they pursue her? Or was it just a casual flirtation?

At the root of it, the confession had been too sudden, leaving this old rogue feeling uncertain. She sighed inwardly. Is the beauty really into me, or just teasing me?

She zoned out for about ten minutes, but Yun Bo across from her showed no trace of impatience, her eyes brimming only with tender warmth.

Feeling embarrassed, Tan Yun quickly skimmed the menu and picked a few of her favorite dishes.

Yun Bo chuckled at her choices. “Why so frugal for me?”

“N-no.” I just didn’t want you to think I eat too much and change your mind about pursuing me.

Yun Bo still remembered when Tan Yun had been a young lady of noble birth, always sneaking into the opera troupe to mooch meals. Back then, she would eat daintily, like a proper gentlewoman, taking only tiny bites.

Later, Yun Bo had accidentally caught a maid delivering a lavish meal in an embroidered box, and Tan Yun had spent days pestering her with explanations.

“Yun Bo, I swear I won’t eat that much from now on, really.” Tan Yun had leaned over the vanity, watching her remove her hair ornaments.

Yun Bo hadn’t even glanced at her, snapping the pearwood box shut before walking toward the door.

Tan Yun had nearly burst into tears, grabbing her sleeve with a desperate whimper. “Yun Bo, don’t stop liking me, okay?”

Yun Bo’s gaze flickered to the window, watching figures chase each other along the shore. A shadow passed imperceptibly through her eyes. In the end, I was the heartless one.

What had she said back then?

“How much you eat, or whether you eat at all—it’s none of my concern.”

Now, in a different time and place, she pulled her gaze back and handed the menu to the server. “Eat as much as you want. I like you best when you’re unrestrained.”

“Huh?” Tan Yun flushed, staring down at the table’s floral pattern as she mumbled, “The beauty’s always spouting sweet nothings. Who knows if it’s real…”

Yun Bo caught every word. Lowering her chin, she studied the blush blooming on Tan Yun’s cheeks like peach blossoms, resisting the urge to pull her close and taste them.

I bet they’d be sweet, like candy.

“Of course it’s real.”

Tan Yun’s eyes and ears were filled with nothing but the beauty. Just days ago, she’d been lamenting not being able to see her. Now, suddenly being pursued and hearing such flirtatious words, she pinched her thigh hard.

Her fair skin flushed pink from the sharp pain. Biting her lower lip, she couldn’t contain the joy bubbling inside.

It was real. The beauty was really chasing her, sitting right across from her—gentle and perfect.