What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 15

Tan Yun was prepared to watch her continue acting, but couldn’t suppress the disgust in her heart. She took a napkin from the table and handed it to Gu Yuan to wipe her tears, comforting her: “Stop crying, what exactly happened? Take your time and tell me.”

Only then did Gu Yuan stop sobbing, though she still wore an expression of hesitation. “Tan Yun, are you really willing to help me?”

Tan Yun thought to herself: “Help you? Pah! Do you think I’m some kind of saint?”

But she immediately nodded, putting on a concerned expression. “Didn’t you say we’re good friends? Then why won’t you tell me?”

Gu Yuan grasped her hand again. “Xiao Yun, I knew you were my best friend.”

Meanwhile, inside the black Bentley, the person sitting there had furrowed brows so deep they could crush a mosquito. Youyou glanced at her nervously and asked, “Duanduan, should we go down and take a look?”

Yun Bo didn’t answer, just stared fixedly at Gu Yuan’s hand, her voice dropping to an icy chill that was suffocating. “Who is that woman?”

Youyou leaned forward slightly and saw Gu Yuan’s grateful face. She happened to recognize this person—a woman who was very good at flattery.

“Ning Xuan, who came to act with you before, is her cousin. I heard she’s participating in some international fashion design competition. Ning Xuan wanted to pull strings for her. Her name is Gu Yuan.”

After speaking, she stared at Tan Yun for a while longer, but Yun Bo blocked her view—she still had that much tact.

From Yun Bo’s eyes, it was clear this girl meant something special to her, and Gu Yuan had undoubtedly touched her reverse scale, which was why she was radiating such a cold, murderous aura.

In the restaurant, Tan Yun shivered slightly and immediately withdrew her hand, looking outside. She felt there was something unusual about the Bentley parked outside, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

Of course, Gu Yuan also trembled slightly. After looking around and finding nothing, she called out to the distracted person in front of her: “Xiao Yun?”

Tan Yun retracted her gaze, a faint unease in her heart. “What is it you wanted to say?”

The carefully built atmosphere suddenly turned cold. Seeing the unease between Tan Yun’s brows, Gu Yuan feared she had seen through her tactics and stopped beating around the bush. “I’ve hit a creative block and wanted you to take a look at my design sketches.”

Hearing this, Tan Yun was surprised. She actually wanted to show her the designs for the finals? For a moment, she couldn’t tell what kind of game Gu Yuan was playing.

“That doesn’t seem appropriate. Last time, we had a misunderstanding over this very issue. If something goes wrong again, it could affect our friendship.”

Gu Yuan looked at her earnestly. “Xiao Yun, you’re my best friend. I trust you.”

“I’d rather not look.” Tan Yun stood up, finally understanding the real purpose behind today’s meeting. At the same time, she felt more confident—Gu Yuan was clearly trying to test her with the designs, to see if she had the confidence to compete.

Gu Yuan also stood up, grabbing her arm, tears welling in her eyes. “Xiao Yun, are you still angry with me?”

Tan Yun shook her head, no longer willing to keep up the act, a slight frown appearing on her face.

Gu Yuan could see her displeasure. “Then let’s not talk about this. Let’s eat. I promised to treat you today.”

Tan Yun suppressed her anger this time. “There’s no need for a meal.”

She couldn’t stomach a single bite with someone like Gu Yuan, nor was she in the mood. “Let go of my hand!” she said.

Gu Yuan was slightly taken aback, sensing an abrupt change in her demeanor. “Xiao Yun, what’s wrong with you?” she asked.

Tan Yun looked impatiently at the hand gripping her arm, her face twisted in disgust as if contaminated by a virus.

Her tone turned icy, a stark contrast to her earlier gentleness, as she repeated, “Let go.”

Only then did Gu Yuan realize the previous act had all been a facade. Her anger flared as she tried to save face, releasing her grip with a sneer. “You really think highly of yourself! As if I’d want to hold onto you!”

With that, the pretense between them shattered. The revulsion on Tan Yun’s face grew more pronounced as she even took out a pack of tissues from her bag to wipe the spot Gu Yuan had touched.

Gu Yuan glared at her, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Listen here, Tan Yun. I’m winning this competition. If you know what’s good for you, quit now and save yourself the embarrassment.”

Hearing her brazen words and seeing her arrogant expression, Tan Yun lifted her chin and retorted, “If it weren’t for your underhanded tricks, you wouldn’t even have made it to the finals. With your amateurish designs, who do you think would take you seriously?”

Though Gu Yuan knew her designs couldn’t compare, she couldn’t tolerate such an insult. She immediately grabbed her juice and flung it at Tan Yun—only to find, to her shock, that the liquid had somehow reversed course and splashed onto her own face.

When she realized her wrist had been seized, causing the juice to drench her, she let out a humiliated shriek. Grabbing napkins from the table, she wiped her face furiously before slamming them down and glaring at the two figures before her.

“Y-Yun Bo?” The deep frown on Tan Yun’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a radiant smile. She quickly withdrew the hand she’d been about to grab Yun Bo’s wrist with, rubbing it excitedly against her dress instead.

Yun Bo tilted her head slightly, her eyes softening with warmth reserved solely for Tan Yun—though it did little to mask the chilling aura around her.

Gu Yuan’s eyes blazed with fury as she pointed at Yun Bo and shouted, “Are you insane?!”

The moment the words left her mouth, a cold glare swept over her, as if the earlier tenderness had been an illusion. Trembling, she retracted her finger and bit her lip. “Tan Yun, you actually brought backup.”

Tan Yun’s confidence surged. “What of it? Bite me!”

Gu Yuan pushed aside the damp strands of hair clinging to her face, her ruined makeup a pitiful sight. “Bite you? Disgusting. You’re a lesbian, a freak, repulsive—do you even know how nauseating it is to be around you?!”

Her words drew the attention of everyone in the restaurant. The fire in Tan Yun’s eyes dimmed slightly as she stole a glance at Yun Bo beside her, wondering if she, too, would look at her with the same disdain as the others. If so, that would hurt far more than Gu Yuan’s words.

But the beauty standing beside her merely extended a hand, her gaze devoid of any trace of disgust, as calm as though Gu Yuan had never spoken.

She opened her palm, her eyes brimming with tenderness. “Give me a tissue. I just touched something filthy.”

The “filthy thing” she referred to was unmistakably Gu Yuan’s wrist.