What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 35

On the day they went to pick up the qipao, Yun Bo accompanied Tan Yun. As they headed over, Tan Yun felt somewhat conflicted, constantly worrying about what to do if they ran into Mi Nuan.

Yun Bo, however, appeared utterly composed. She simply wanted to see for herself what kind of person could possibly fail to cherish her little fox—and even hurt her.

Tan Yun was infinitely precious to her—how could she allow anyone else to bully her?

The moment they stepped through the Zhou family’s gate, Tan Yun grew nervous.

Sure enough, they encountered Mi Nuan as soon as they entered. She stood on the steps, staring at Tan Yun with surprise, her gaze flickering away.

Yun Bo casually rested a hand on Tan Yun’s shoulder, her fingers lightly tapping as if lost in thought.

“Xiao Yun, you’re here! The teacher is still resting inside—should I go in and call her for you?” Mi Nuan greeted her warmly, her eyes quickly sweeping over Yun Bo. A cold beauty, she noted.

“No need.” Yun Bo lifted her chin slightly, her voice icy. “We don’t require your assistance.”

They say you shouldn’t slap a smiling face, but Yun Bo clearly had no intention of leaving Mi Nuan with even a shred of dignity.

The hostility was unmistakable. The smile on Mi Nuan’s face vanished instantly, her lips curling into a sneer. “Once the teacher wakes up, I’ll take you to get the clothes.”

Yun Bo tilted her head slightly, her smile as gentle as a spring breeze—yet captivating enough to ensnare anyone who saw it.

She took a long stride forward, leaving no trace on the ground.

The air around her abruptly turned frigid, radiating a sharp, biting cold.

Mi Nuan’s neck prickled with unease, and she didn’t dare look at the woman standing beside her.

Yun Bo scoffed. “I said no need.”

“You—” Mi Nuan gritted her teeth. “Don’t go too far.”

As if she hadn’t heard her, Yun Bo arched a delicate brow. “And ‘Xiao Yun’ isn’t for you to call.”

Mi Nuan mustered a shred of courage. “What’s wrong with calling her that? Before, she used to follow me around like a lost puppy, trailing after me wherever I went.”

“Oh?” Yun Bo’s lips curved into a mocking smile. “Then you should pay the price for everything you’ve done.”

The dangerous glint in Yun Bo’s eyes sent a shiver down Mi Nuan’s spine. Fear crept in—after all, she still had no idea who this woman was.

She knew better than to provoke her recklessly. Quickly steadying her emotions, Mi Nuan realized that facing her head-on would only end in her own humiliation.

Mi Nuan was smart. She knew when to retreat and when not to push her luck. Without another word, she turned and walked toward the backyard.

“What’s wrong?” Yun Bo glanced at Tan Yun.

Her eyes were wide, brimming with admiration—she looked like she was barely holding back from throwing herself into Yun Bo’s arms. This reaction was beyond Yun Bo’s expectations.

She had prepared a whole arsenal of comforting words for the trip, but now none of them seemed necessary. Puzzled, she asked, “Are you happy?”

Tan Yun nodded. Very happy.

Originally, she had been worried the two might argue, afraid that her beauty wouldn’t stand a chance against Mi Nuan’s cunning. But to her surprise, Mi Nuan had been completely overpowered in this round.

“Alright then.” Yun Bo had planned to pull her into an embrace and take the opportunity to caress her.

But Tan Yun remained lost in excitement, gazing at Yun Bo with an adoring, lovestruck expression.

Yun Bo rather enjoyed the attention. The two lingered by the entrance, exchanging flirtatious glances until the gate automatically swung open.

When Zhou Huixiu emerged, she was dressed in a cheongsam, her hair coiled into the same butterfly bun as Yun Bo’s, and she too wore a short cheongsam.

At a glance, she recognized the woman before her as the beauty Tan Yun had described—indeed stunning, her pale blue cheongsam lending her an air of cool elegance.

Yun Bo likewise studied her. Nowadays, she rarely encountered someone who loved cheongsams as much as she did. They could truly be considered like-minded persons.

“You’re here to pick up the cheongsam today, aren’t you?” Zhou Huixiu smiled, clearly in good spirits.

“Yes, to pick up the cheongsam.” Tan Yun felt a little embarrassed. Bringing her here today was meant to showcase her talent, to let her see whether she could keep making clothes for her in the future.

She remembered that back then, Tan Yun was one of the few women in the city who had studied abroad, specializing in fashion design—though in those days, people would only call it tailoring.

“She really is a beauty,” Zhou Huixiu praised, unable to deny that even her own past radiance paled in comparison.

“Thank you for the compliment, teacher.” Hearing her praise the beauty, Tan Yun swelled with pride.

Zhou Huixiu led them to her embroidery room, where the pale blue cheongsam personally designed by Tan Yun hung on a rack.

A single peony, half-bloomed, hesitant.

A few jasmine flowers clung to its stem, determined to entwine with it endlessly.

In an instant, Yun Bo seemed to see the peony in full bloom, its petals twisting in a whirlpool, the jasmine and peony inseparable.

Tan Yun carefully observed the beauty’s expression, noticing the sorrow between her brows, and couldn’t help but grow nervous, afraid she might not like her creation.

Zhou Huixiu, after all, was merely an outsider, unable to see the unique beauty of this cheongsam, but she could still sense the emotions between these two.

Unable to resist, Yun Bo stepped forward and caressed it. In her eyes, this was no longer just a cheongsam—it was everything from that time.

Gazing at the jasmine blossoms, her fingertips trembled slightly. Her voice hoarse, she tightly grasped Tan Yun’s hand. “Xiao Yun, I love it.”

No matter the outcome of this competition, all Tan Yun truly wanted was for the beauty to say she loved it. Unable to contain her excitement, she asked, “Could you try it on for me?”

Zhou Huixiu, too, looked forward to it and pointed to the guest room upstairs. “You can change up there.”

“Alright!” Yun Bo took the cheongsam from the rack and carried it upstairs.

Tan Yun bit her lower lip, imagining the breathtaking sight of the beauty emerging.

Meanwhile, standing outside the door, Mi Nuan frowned deeply, her heart filled with resentment. From the moment she began deceiving Tan Yun for her own dreams to the moment she coldly shattered hers, Mi Nuan had always believed that with just a word, Tan Yun would still sacrifice everything for her as she once had.

But this woman’s appearance shattered her arrogance. She hated Zhou Huixiu for neglecting her, envied Tan Yun for her natural talent, and resented Yun Bo for disrupting her equilibrium.

Tan Yun’s gaze remained fixed on that door, waiting for it to open once more by a delicate hand, for her beauty to step out and belong to her.

Zhou Huixiu noticed her tension and teased, “What, afraid someone will snatch her away?”

“Yes, terrified. My beauty is just too perfect.”