What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 13

Back at the hotel, Tan Yun couldn’t find Cheng Xiaoai, so she went to take a shower in the bathroom.

When she finished, she found Cheng Xiaoai sitting on the living room sofa, holding a glass of wine. Without looking up, Xiaoai said, “Do you know what I’m going to say?”

Tan Yun hummed in acknowledgment—it was undoubtedly about her complaining about the date.

“How’s your draft coming along?”

“I’ve got some ideas. I can finish it once I get back.” Tan Yun felt a pang of guilt. Today, her mind had been entirely focused on the date—she hadn’t given the draft a single thought.

Having been friends for so long, Cheng Xiaoai naturally knew she was lying but didn’t call her out directly. “Tan Yun, this has always been your dream. Even though having your design stolen hit you hard, you can’t keep going on like this, understand?”

“I know.” Tan Yun bit her lip. When her designs were stolen, her inspiration vanished instantly, and today’s date had been all about fun.

Guiltily, she said, “Xiaoai, don’t worry. Yun Bo has already agreed to be my model. I’ll definitely finish the draft by the time I get back.”

The real reason Cheng Xiaoai was drinking wasn’t because of this, though—it was because she didn’t know whether she should tell Tan Yun that perhaps they weren’t on the same path.

Tan Yun walked over, took the glass from her hand, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Thank you, Xiaoai. I’ll definitely finish the design and win that big prize to throw it right in Gu Yuan’s face.”

“I hope so.” Cheng Xiaoai looked at her friend and finally patted her shoulder. “Xiaoai, the path you’ve chosen won’t be easy.”

Tan Yun knew what she meant. Setting the glass on the table, she met her gaze. “Xiaoai, honestly, I don’t feel any pain over being a lesbian. The moment I realized I liked girls, I knew a gorgeous woman would cross mountains and rivers to find me.”

Cheng Xiaoai tilted her head, studying the smile on her face, and seemed to understand something. She flicked Tan Yun’s forehead. “After all that, you’re just saying Yun Bo is the one you’ve been waiting for, aren’t you?”

“You guessed it.” Tan Yun flushed red, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle as she recalled the beauty’s tenderness.

“By the way.” Cheng Xiaoai took the keychain from her bag and handed it back. “It’s clear you won’t listen to anything I say, so do as you please. If you like her, go for it.”

Tan Yun grabbed her face and planted a loud kiss. “Xiaoai, I love you to death!”

At dawn, Tan Yun stretched, pulled open the curtains, and gazed up at the clouds in the sky before turning to retrieve her sketchpad.

She was going to design a qipao for her beauty.

Meanwhile, Cheng Xiaoai sat in a café, watching the film crew working on the beach.

The coffee in her cup gradually cooled as Yun Bo, now out of costume, approached. The first thing she said was, “Thank you.”

“I didn’t help you.” Cheng Xiaoai stirred her coffee. “I just didn’t want Tan Yun, that fool, to get hurt.”

Her makeup accentuated her cool demeanor, devoid of the warmth from yesterday. “I know,” she said.

Cheng Xiaoai got straight to the point. “Tan Yun is a lesbian.”

Yun Bo didn’t hide it. “So am I.”

Cheng Xiaoai wasn’t particularly surprised. “If you’re just looking for a one-night stand, Tan Yun isn’t the right person.”

“I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“Then what do you want? If it’s not just for fun, why didn’t you tell me what you do?” Cheng Xiaoai voiced her thoughts directly. Yesterday, when the two of them were on a date, she had slipped over to watch the filming.

Coincidentally, she overheard her assistant, Youyou, constantly making phone calls. Although the name mentioned was “Yun Duan,” the talk of a date made her inevitably think of herself.

So today, she deliberately got up early, and sure enough, the rumored superstar Yun Duan was none other than her beautiful neighbor standing before her.

“I can’t tell you yet, but I will definitely tell her.” Yun Bo took a sip of hot tea, soothing her throat that had been breathing cold air all morning. “I’m doing this so that Xiao Yun and I can be together without facing scorn from others.”

Cheng Xiaoai had to admit that the person before her was truly captivating. Without a doubt, she was convinced just like that.

“Thanks for the tea.” Yun Bo stood up. “It’s time for my scene.”

A strange thought popped into Cheng Xiaoai’s mind—she actually felt as if this person had traveled through time, a performer from a century ago who came here just to fall in love with Tan Yun.

She picked up the cold coffee on the table and downed it in one gulp, then went out for a couple of laps around the block to shake off the absurd idea.

When she returned to the hotel, she saw Tan Yun deep in thought with a pencil in her mouth. Just as she was about to step out to buy her some food, she heard her muttering to herself.

“Ah, I really want to see her again. Ah! My beauty.”

Angered, Cheng Xiaoai walked over and smacked Tan Yun’s shoulder, exasperated. “You’re amazing. All morning, and all you’ve drawn is a face.”

“I was full of ideas at first, but once I drew the face, I couldn’t stop staring at it.” Tan Yun sighed helplessly. She didn’t want to be like this either.

Cheng Xiaoai flicked her forehead. “Are you stupid? Just draw any face, or don’t draw one at all.”

Tan Yun looked at her miserably. “I tried, but if it’s not a beauty, I lose all motivation to keep drawing.”

Cheng Xiaoai felt like she’d taken ten thousand points of damage. “Then what do you want, sis?”

“I’m frustrated too!” Tan Yun pouted, unable to put pencil to paper.

“Heh… You could draw her chest, or her… mmm—” Tan Yun jumped up and covered her mouth, glaring. “Don’t you dare fantasize about my beauty!”

Cheng Xiaoai stuck out her tongue and pulled her hand away. “I’m going to get you some food.”

Tan Yun hummed in response and picked up the pencil again, staring at the face on the paper. Soon, the beauty’s graceful figure appeared on the blank sheet, with indescribable areas below the neck unfolding before her.

When she realized her nose was getting excited, she quickly stood up and paced around, fanning herself to cool down. “It’s all Xiaoai’s fault, giving such ridiculous advice.”

After a while, she finally snapped out of it, picked up the pencil, held her breath, and drew everything that was in her mind.

She swallowed hard, leaning back in her chair to catch her breath. Moments later, she suddenly sat up again, lightly shading the pencil strokes to obscure the alluring sight, ensuring no one else could peek at it.

By the time Cheng Xiaoai returned, the canvas had transformed into an entirely different scene. Indeed, this trick still worked wonders on this little rascal.

Tan Yun planted her hands on her hips proudly. “Isn’t it absolutely stunning?”