What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 24

“I believe you.” Tan Yun nodded. Since she had asked her to sit, she must be confident, so she sat sideways on the back seat.

As she climbed on, Yun Bo’s heart still fluttered a bit—after all, it was her first time carrying someone. She cautioned, “Hold on tight!”

Tan Yun gave an “Mm” in response, ready to let her take the lead.

At first, the bike wobbled uncontrollably a couple of times, but soon it steadied.

The summer morning carried a gentle warmth, the breeze brushing against Tan Yun’s face, making her feel utterly comfortable. She tilted her head to look at the person riding the bike—her shoulders weren’t as broad as a man’s, yet they conveyed a striking tenderness that moved her deeply.

Yun Bo glanced at the hands wrapped around her waist and asked, “Having fun?”

“Yes!” Tan Yun shouted back, watching the passersby as they rode past, feeling so blissful that she closed her eyes.

But happy moments never last long. Soon, Yun Bo dropped her off at the company entrance.

Handing her the bag, Yun Bo asked, “Should I walk you in?”

“I can go in myself. Are you heading to work?” Tan Yun took the bag and hugged it to her chest.

Yun Bo leaned down to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Tan Yun’s ear and said, “What would you like for lunch?”

Tan Yun looked up, her eyes brimming with unconcealed joy. “You’re coming back at noon?”

The tender moment was abruptly interrupted when a man she knew all too well emerged from the company.

The man staggered as if drunk, and the moment he spotted Tan Yun, his eyes lit up like he’d seen a pile of cash. He shouted loudly, “Yun! Yun! It’s your dad!”

Before Tan Yun could react, Cheng Xiaoai rushed out from inside the company, panting heavily. “Xiao Yun, run!”

Turning to Yun Bo beside her, Tan Yun said quickly, “I need to hide somewhere else first.” With that, she hopped onto the bike and sped away.

The man’s expression twisted into fury the moment she vanished. He turned back, glaring viciously at Cheng Xiaoai.

Cheng Xiaoai planted her hands on her hips and retorted, “If you’ve got the guts, just wait here for her to come back.”

The man stared at her for a moment, helpless, then shifted his attention to Yun Bo, who had just ridden off with Tan Yun. He remembered seeing this person touching his daughter’s face earlier.

He was well aware of Tan Yun’s sexual orientation, so he could guess their relationship.

Circling Yun Bo, he demanded bluntly, “What’s your relationship with Tan Yun?”

If his memory served him right, Tan Yun came from a single-parent household, so the man before him must be the one who had divorced Tan’s mother.

Yun Bo’s gaze turned icy. “Do I need to explain that to you?”

“I’m her father!” Yang Dehai was burly and rough, assuming Yun Bo was just a weak woman he could intimidate into extorting money from.

But his calculations were off. Yun Bo saw right through him and played along. “How much do you want?”

Yang Dehai recognized the brands of the clothes she was wearing—they were expensive. Without hesitation, he demanded fifty thousand.

Yun Bo had been in a good mood that morning and didn’t want to resort to violence. She swiped her phone screen casually and said, “I don’t think I know you.”

“You don’t know me, but you know my daughter,” Yang Dehai declared, as if it were the most righteous claim.

“I suppose you’re already divorced from her mother, so strictly speaking, you’re not her father now.”

Yang Dehai was determined to extort money from her and said, “So what? Even if you don’t give me the money, she’ll bring it over herself later.”

His implication was to use Yun Bo to threaten Tan Yun. Yun Bo glanced at him sideways, took out her phone from her sweatpants, and said, “Then give me your account number. I’ll transfer the money to you right now.”

“Move!” Tan Yun came charging over on her bicycle from the other end of the road, looking as if she intended to run Yang Dehai over.

Yun Bo, afraid she might get hurt, shouted, “Xiao Yun, stop!”

Tan Yun pedaled furiously, flashing a reassuring smile at her.

Yang Dehai was terrified by her aggressive approach. He had barely taken a few steps when his feet tangled together, and he fell to the ground. Just as the bicycle wheel was about to roll over him, Tan Yun gripped the handlebars tightly, lifting the front wheel high. With a forceful twist of her wrist, the rear wheel spun halfway, bringing the bike to a stop right beside Yang Dehai.

Yang Dehai squeezed his eyes shut in fear. Tan Yun snarled, “I told you to stay out of my life. If you don’t keep your distance, I’ll run you over!”

When the expected impact didn’t come, Yang Dehai’s eyes flew open, filled with rage and murderous intent. He jumped up from the ground in an instant, raising his hand to slap her. “I’ll beat you to death, you brat!”

Tan Yun tilted her head, bracing for the slap—she was used to it by now, just another moment of pain. But before his hand could land, Yang Dehai let out a sharp hiss.

She slowly opened her eyes to see her so-called “father’s” wrist caught in someone’s grip.

“Yun Bo…”

Yun Bo’s face was dark with fury, her eyes burning with anger. The floodgates of her icy demeanor had burst open, unleashing an unrelenting storm. She narrowed her eyes slightly, twisted his wrist upward with force, and a sickening crack echoed as the bone dislocated.

“I am furious!”

Yang Dehai hadn’t expected her to be so strong. Gritting his teeth, he tried to pull free, but her grip only tightened, sending waves of pain through him until sweat beaded on his forehead.

He raised his other hand, but Tan Yun kicked him hard in the stomach.

Yang Dehai groaned in pain and collapsed back onto the ground.

Yun Bo released his wrist, took out her phone, turned away, and immediately called the police.

“Yun Bo, I know I worried you,” Tan Yun said hurriedly, retracting her foot as she tried to explain.

Yun Bo spoke coldly to the police, gave the location, and hung up before finally turning to Tan Yun. “Why did you do something so reckless?”

Originally, Tan Yun had ridden nearly two kilometers away. But then it struck her—if Yang Dehai was willing to hit even her, what might he do to Yun Bo?

So she turned her bike around and raced back. The moment she saw Yang Dehai acting like a thug, she charged without hesitation.

She had full confidence in her biking skills, but she knew how dangerous it must have looked—enough to terrify anyone. Afraid Yun Bo had been frightened, she quickly reassured her, “Yun Bo, I would’ve been fine. I used to ride like this all the time.”

“You used to do this before?” Yun Bo’s expression darkened further. “Did he used to hit you often?”