What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 33

At that moment, Yun Bo stood in the hotel corridor, gripping her phone angrily as she stared at the widely circulated photos online.

She couldn’t help but admire the paparazzi’s dedication—their persistence had finally paid off when they posted pictures of her embracing Tan Yun while entering the hotel on Weibo.

Due to the dim lighting from the rain, the photos only captured the essence of “Yun Duan’s” profile, while Tan Yun was completely obscured behind her.

Yun Bo felt nauseated reading the top trending hashtag.

What did they mean by “sneaking into the rising starlet’s room at night”?

Having played the lead in Kunqu opera for so many years, Yun Bo deeply felt they had insulted the term “starlet.”

Online speculation ran rampant—some believed the photos were undeniable proof of her debauched lifestyle, while others questioned their authenticity.

She skimmed through the most upvoted comments.

Jiaojiao’s Dream Car: If this gets debunked, I’ll cut off my dick.

Chilly Weather: Hypocrites. Consenting adults, mutual transactions, lol →_→

Conscience Keeper: What good could Yun Duan be? Sold herself before, now buying others. That starlet’s no saint either—can’t wait for the exposé.

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The production team had likely hoped the photos would spread, using the scandal to hype their new drama.

She clenched her phone tightly. Thankfully, Tan Yun’s face wasn’t visible in the photos—otherwise, she might have done something drastic. But… since they’d crossed her bottom line, she wouldn’t hold back.

With a faint smirk, she stepped out of the hotel and took a deep breath.

Her first call was to Youyou. She didn’t speak immediately, waiting for the other end to offer a proper explanation.

Youyou, who had been anxiously monitoring Weibo all night, finally got the callback and hurriedly distanced herself. “Duanduan, I had no idea about this! I don’t know why they released those photos.”

Yun Bo had chosen this rookie as her manager for a simple reason—her previous manager, who had worked with her for five or six years, knew her habits inside out. And during the year Yun Duan was in a car accident, that manager had done plenty of favors for her “little sister.”

Hence, Yun Duan’s online reputation had never been great.

“All I want to know is whether you contacted the production team immediately after this happened,” she said calmly. Tan Yun was heading to City A tomorrow for a fashion design competition—sharp-eyed netizens might recognize her as the person in the photos.

“I did,” Youyou explained. “The production team is already planning to hire trolls to clean this up.”

Yun Bo scoffed. “No need. I’ll handle it myself.”

Youyou was stunned. “Shouldn’t we discuss this with them first?”

“I’ve told you countless times. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The call ended with a sharp dial tone.

Yun Bo glanced at the long line ahead and overheard a couple nearby chatting.

“This soup tastes great—and it’s good for your kidneys.”

“Fine… I’ll try it.”

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Tasty and kidney-boosting? Yun Bo chuckled softly, picturing that little fox waking up sore and exhausted—she definitely needed some nourishment.

Recalling Yun Duan’s Weibo password, she opened the login page and studied how to post.

Yun Duan’s personal Weibo had been inactive since her car accident and retirement from acting. After she returned to take on a new project, there was a brief surge of activity before it quieted down again to its usual silence.

But with this incident, her fans became active once more.

wuli Duanduan: My Duanduan would only have babies with me. That person in the photo definitely isn’t her. Can you be more professional? There are tons of lookalike stand-ins these days—who knows if this is just some newcomer trying to ride the hype?

I’m a Hater: You whitewashers need to get real. Do you really think paparazzi just take random photos? Pfft, I’m laughing. Remember that breakup incident years ago? Enough said. Switching to blacklist!

Jiaojiao the Mighty: Am I the only one waiting for the haters to cut off their JJs…

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Not only was she looking at this Weibo, but so were the people waiting in line to buy soup.

She picked one of her devoted fans and asked, “Do you know how to post on Weibo?”

The fan looked up and, using her own phone, taught her step by step.

Yun Bo carried bags full of items, including new clothes she had bought for Tan Yun.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw the little fox doing push-ups on the floor and couldn’t help but laugh. “Does your back not hurt anymore?”

Tan Yun, supporting her waist, got up from the floor and rubbed it awkwardly. “It’s not too bad.”

Yun Bo placed the food on the table and added, “If it still hurts, I can massage it for you.”

Tan Yun widened her eyes. “It does hurt. I was just pretending earlier.”

Yun Bo smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, and handed her the bag. “I didn’t wash the clothes you threw on the floor yesterday. I just bought you a new set and had it dry-cleaned quickly. Go change into them.”

Tan Yun froze—the clothes she had thrown on the floor yesterday…

Her pink bra!?

The beauty had bought her a new one? She almost dashed out to run laps, screaming, “The beauty bought me a bra! Ahhh!”

Such an adorable little fox. Yun Bo reached out and ruffled her hair. “Go change.”

Tan Yun nodded vigorously like a pecking chick, forgetting all about her back pain as she sprinted to the bathroom to retrieve the bra.

Pink—her favorite color.

Hugging the bra, she wiggled in front of the mirror, wishing she could announce to the world how good the beauty was to her. If it weren’t underwear, she would have worn it outside to show off.

Yun Bo watched the bathroom door for a moment before taking out her phone. Following the steps her fan had taught her, she posted a Weibo update, then turned on Tan Yun’s phone and called Cheng Xiaoai.

The photos had surfaced last night, and Cheng Xiaoai had already seen the Weibo posts after receiving Tan Yun’s call.

As soon as the call connected, Yun Bo said, “There’s something I need your help with.”

Cheng Xiaoai had already guessed what she wanted. “What do you need me to do?”

“Don’t let her see Weibo for the next few days. The competition is coming up, and I don’t want this to affect her.”

Cheng Xiaoai had the same thought. “I’ll make sure of it. But how do you plan to handle this?”

“You can check Weibo now.”

Skeptical, Cheng Xiaoai opened Weibo and suddenly stiffened. “You…”