What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 3

“Mom!” Tan Yun grabbed an apple from the table and took an angry bite, gazing melancholically at the tightly shut door across the way. “Mom, did she ever mention her name?”

“Yun Bo.”

“What a beautiful name!” Tan Yun couldn’t control her urge to go knock on the door. She raised her hand but then thought it might be too abrupt and lowered it again.

Tan Mu shot her a glance and scolded, “Don’t go bothering her. She’s quite busy with work.”

“Ah…” Tan Yun sighed, gently caressing the doorframe as if touching a beauty’s delicate skin.

After the futile gesture, she could only drag herself back home, wondering if she should “accidentally” drop something so the beauty next door would return it, giving them a chance to chat about life.

No sooner had the idea struck than she went to fetch one of her own dresses, spritzed it with perfume, and left it on the floor before happily returning home.

Tan Yun watched through the peephole for a while, but the beauty never appeared. She only left when Tan Mu called her for dinner.

By the time she finished her bath, the dress had been neatly folded and placed in the center of her bed. Her eyes lit up, and she rushed excitedly to the living room.

Tan Mu was wearing a face mask, her eyes shifting as if to say, “I picked it up. What’s the big deal?”

Tan Yun clutched her chest dramatically. “Mom, you’re the best!”

Heart heavy, she trudged back to her room, lying in bed imagining the beauty across the way, tossing and turning restlessly.

The next day, Tan Yun woke up unusually early. After stretching, she brushed her teeth and washed her face, planning to bring the small stool from the balcony to keep watch by the door for the beauty.

But when she stepped onto the balcony to grab the stool, Tan Yun nearly cried. Down below, the beauty was dressed in a plain white cheongsam, carrying a knitted handbag. She opened her car door, lowered her head, and vanished from sight.

Tan Yun pounded the wall in anguish, lamenting mournfully, “Oh beauty, grant me just one more glimpse of you.”

Listlessly finishing her meal, Tan Yun grabbed her design sketches and cycled to work.

At the office, Cheng Xiaoai rushed over, patting her shoulder. “Tan Yun, do you know who’s endorsing the winning design for the National Fashion Design Competition?”

Tan Yun shook her head. “No idea.”

“You know that megastar Yun Duan who retired after that car accident a few years back? Rumor has it she’s making a comeback for a period drama set in the Republic era.” She clicked her tongue enviously.

“Yun Duan?” Tan Yun immediately pictured her elusive neighbor, though the idea seemed absurd—one a megastar, the other a teahouse performer. The gap was too vast, or she might have believed the beauty was the star herself.

“Yeah, that Yun Duan. Word is she’s had some work done and looks stunning now.”

Tan Yun nodded. Back when Yun Duan was sweeping the nation with fame, she had been a final-year college student, utterly infatuated with her.

As Cheng Xiaoai chattered away, Tan Yun curiously searched online for Yun Duan’s latest updates. The most recent buzz was all about her acting comeback, yet not a single still had been released, leaving fans ravenous for more. Her long-neglected Weibo was now flooded with comments.

Overnight, it became the hottest topic: “Our Yun Duan is still single—I still have a chance! So how does one woo such a goddess anyway?”

The comments below were filled with fans offering various strategies, which made Tan Yun’s eyes light up. She carefully read through the top comments and then let out a sigh, summarizing that there was only one way to win over the beauty next door—making the beauty interested in her.

So, she took out a plain sheet of paper from the drawer and painstakingly crafted a self-introduction letter.

Finally, she pressed a perfumed kiss onto the envelope, secretly planning to slip it under the door when she returned.