What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 36

Zhou Huixiu smiled, “You’re too anxious. You should have more confidence in her.”

Then she heard a scream. Tan Yun was rubbing her hands excitedly, “Look, look, look! The door is about to open!”

Zhou Huixiu followed her gaze and saw legs before seeing the person.

She glanced at Tan Yun, who was biting her lower lip—the girl looked ready to charge forward.

Tan Yun nibbled on her finger, “Come out, come out already!”

As if hearing her thoughts, the person inside fully pushed open the door, one hand resting on her hip, a smile playing on her lips.

A phrase suddenly came to Tan Yun’s mind, perfectly describing the woman at this moment.

“Radiant as peach blossoms”—yes, radiant as peach blossoms!

But soon she noticed something odd—the beauty’s hand never left her waist.

Was she dissatisfied with the waistline design?

Tan Yun stood on tiptoe to get a better look, carefully recalling her own design for the waist.

It should have been flawless, shouldn’t it?

Then came the sound of high heels approaching until they stopped right in front of her.

Tan Yun looked up at the beauty and immediately pressed her hands against the woman’s waist, feeling around.

After a while, Yun Bo couldn’t take her enthusiasm anymore. “There are other people here. Are you sure you want to keep lighting fires on me like this?”

“Huh?” Tan Yun was slightly startled. She had been so focused on checking the dress design that she hadn’t noticed the others present, immediately flushing red.

Zhou Huixiu made no comment, instead finding the scene heartwarming—something she hadn’t seen in years. She teased, “Well, if a fire’s lit, someone has to put it out.”

Tan Yun was slow to react—why was everyone suddenly teasing her?

Mi Nuan, who had been watching everything from the doorway, clenched her fist. This person was definitely no ordinary figure.

Suppressing her emotions and burying her resentment, Mi Nuan quickly walked over to her teacher’s side and praised with a smile, “After all these years, you’re still the most talented one in our school.”

Tan Yun didn’t respond, her attention still fixed on the beauty’s waist.

If it wasn’t dissatisfaction with the design, then perhaps her waist was injured.

The thought made Tan Yun instantly worried. “Is your waist uncomfortable? Let me check.”

“There’s nothing wrong,” Yun Bo replied, but to stop her from overthinking, she moved Tan Yun’s hand away. “The fit just isn’t quite right.”

“Oh, that!” Tan Yun couldn’t admit she’d never measured Yun Bo’s waist before. She’d followed the original model’s measurements and hadn’t expected Yun Bo’s waist to be so slender.

Yun Bo adjusted the fabric at her waist, smoothing out the wrinkles. “But it’s really beautiful. I love it.”

“Then let me take it back and make some adjustments!” Altering it would be easy, though it might disrupt the original design layout.

Yun Bo knew this well—making changes now would affect the finals. Instead, she pinched the fabric along her waistline with two fingers, forming a flower-like fold.

“How about this?” She turned gracefully, striking a model’s pose to showcase the floral detail at her waist for Tan Yun to admire.

The pleats at the waist formed a flower, infusing new elements into the otherwise unchanging cheongsam silhouette.

This would surely give them an edge in the upcoming competition.

The concept of this contest wasn’t to turn fashion into display pieces but to create garments meant to be worn by people.

Tan Yun nearly rushed forward to hug and kiss her. “Yun Bo, you’re amazing!”

She gazed at Yun Bo with admiration, fingers brushing over the flower at her waist.

Yun Bo released her grip and pinched the apples of Tan Yun’s cheeks. “Why are you setting me on fire like this?”

Tan Yun leaned in closer with a mischievous grin, her face flushed as if burning with flames.

Their affectionate display was yet another dose of public sweetness, stirring mixed emotions in Mi Nuan, who stood nearby.

She recalled her past interactions with Tan Yun—how she had always been cold and distant, never once offering a kind expression.

Even when she had carried the drunken Tan Yun to that room, she hadn’t hesitated.

The happiness radiating from Tan Yun now reminded Mi Nuan of the despair in her eyes that night—when she had struggled to the door after sobering up, only to be dragged back inside.

And Mi Nuan had stood outside the door, like a mere bystander.

“Tan Yun, do you remember how we first met?” Mi Nuan’s question was posed casually, almost offhand.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense. Tan Yun stiffened slightly before replying, “I don’t remember.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t remember—she just didn’t want to bring it up.

Back then, she was a freshman. Arriving late to the school’s welcome party, she had taken a seat in the back row.

Fortunately, she still managed to catch the performance she had most looked forward to: the Kunqu opera The Peony Pavilion.

Mi Nuan had played the role of Du Liniang, her every gesture and smile—waving her flowing sleeves, holding the paper fan—seeming like the very image of Tan Yun’s destined love.

“Sweetheart?” Yun Bo frowned slightly, her fingers gently stroking Tan Yun’s temples, offering reassurance.

Snapped out of her thoughts by the endearment, Tan Yun hugged Yun Bo without hesitation, quickly brushing aside the earlier discomfort. “Um, that… that…”

“What is it?” Yun Bo couldn’t bear to see her little fox upset.

“Could you… call me that again? I didn’t hear it clearly just now.” Then she immediately backtracked. “Actually, never mind, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Then how did you mean it?” Yun Bo had been about to indulge her but, hearing her retraction, decided to tease her instead.

The sudden shift in tone took Mi Nuan by surprise. She had expected the woman before her to probe into her history with Tan Yun, but she didn’t bring it up at all.

Their bond must run deep. Mi Nuan’s lips curled almost imperceptibly, her eyes glinting with calculation.

Zhou Huixiu, having overheard Mi Nuan’s question and noted Tan Yun’s reaction, had already begun speculating about their past. Now, she caught that meaningful glance.

She realized she knew nothing about this apprentice of hers—or rather, she found her far too scheming. And those who schemed too much were the least suited for embroidery.

Meanwhile, Tan Yun waited eagerly for her beauty to call her “sweetheart” again.