What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 38

After she left, Yun Bo walked toward the staircase and said, “Come out. Isn’t it tiring to run from upstairs to downstairs?”

Tan Yun came over panting and explained, “I was afraid she might harm you, so I came over. Don’t be angry.”

“Stay there. I’ll come to you.” Yun Bo dragged the suitcase over and wiped the sweat from Tan Yun’s forehead with a tissue. “So silly!”

Tan Yun grabbed her wrist, wanting to ask about the photo from earlier, but the words stuck in her throat.

She knew she should choose to trust, but the uncertainty in her heart made her overthink.

Yun Bo turned her wrist and clasped Tan Yun’s hand tightly in hers. “Xiao Yun, you should have a little more faith in me.”

She held on firmly, and Tan Yun could feel the strength in her grip.

“I trust you. I’ve always trusted you,” Tan Yun replied.

Yun Bo tapped her nose lightly. “Will you still be this silly in the future? From which floor did you run down?”

Tan Yun cheekily held up two fingers. “I got off at the second floor when someone was about to take the elevator.”

“And you think that’s clever? Didn’t you consider I might get angry?” Yun Bo wasn’t really mad, just worried she might overthink things.

“So I hid!” Her eyes sparkled, as if she truly believed she was being smart.

Yun Bo held her hand as they entered the elevator. “How did Gu Yuan steal your design drafts?”

Tan Yun hadn’t planned to take the loss lying down, but she couldn’t find any evidence of the theft. After overhearing the conversation between Mei Ren and Gu Yuan earlier, it seemed Mei Ren had a way to help her seek justice.

She recalled carefully, “I had a backup. Even if she stole my design at the time, I don’t understand why the judging panel still credited the draft to her.”

Though Yun Bo wasn’t very familiar with fashion competition procedures, she knew the basics. Submissions were usually processed and selected collectively, meaning all drafts were reviewed at the same time. Logically, if two identical drafts were received, only one would be chosen.

The trickery here was obvious. “You mean she has connections?”

“I’m not sure, but she must. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have jumped to the rival company so quickly and become their chief fashion designer.”

Soon, Yun Bo thought of someone—Ning Xuan.

She remembered asking Youyou to contact this woman a few days ago to retrieve her photos. It seemed Ning Xuan was involved in both matters.

Tan Yun swiped the room card and reached for the suitcase, intending to hang the clothes in the closet. But Yun Bo ruffled her hair and pointed to the bathroom. “You go shower first. We’ll rest a bit and then head downstairs for a nice meal.”

She couldn’t let Yun Bo take care of everything. Thoughtfully, she said, “Why don’t you go first? I’ll hang the clothes.”

But Yun Bo loved doting on her. She unzipped the suitcase, took out a pink set of underwear and pajamas, and said warmly, “My little treasure, must you compete with me over this too?”

Instantly, Tan Yun was so flustered by the term “little treasure” that she took the clothes and dashed into the bathroom.

The moment the door closed, the doting look in her eyes gradually cooled into a hint of ruthlessness.

Youyou had just arrived in City A and was usually hard to track down. Seeing the incoming call notification, she thought the sun must be rising from the west today.

But she quickly realized—this sudden call couldn’t possibly mean good news. “Duanduan, did something happen again?” she asked.

“How’s the photo situation coming along?”

The obvious accusation in those words made Youyou shiver involuntarily. See? Definitely not good news.

“I was just about to bring that up. Ning Xuan’s manager said she wants to meet with you in person. Coincidentally, she has scenes in City A this time too. Should we arrange a meeting?”

The fact that Yun Bo had sent her manager to meet with Ning Xuan was already giving her enough face. Yet this woman actually had the audacity to demand a personal meeting?

“Who’s backing her?”

Someone without powerful backing wouldn’t dare act so arrogantly.

“Officially, no one. But I’ve heard she’s quite close to Chairman Li from the jewelry sponsor. Rumor has it her role in ‘Qingcheng’ was secured through his investment.” Though new to the industry, Youyou had overheard enough gossip on set to know this was probably true.

Yun Bo gave a noncommittal hum. The director of “Qingcheng” had approached her before too.

Youyou added, “Don’t you remember? He even tried chatting you up during the production kickoff dinner.”

After searching her memory, Yun Bo replied, “Don’t recall.”

Youyou figured as much—with Yun Bo’s looks, people were always trying to strike up conversations. With so many more important figures vying for her attention, how could she remember some random person?

“So should we meet with her?”

“No. Just relay my message.” The entertainment industry wasn’t so different from her opera troupe days—everyone scrambling to climb higher, then and now.

Ning Xuan was desperate to climb. Give her a big tree, and she’d immediately seek its shade.

But the cruelest disappointment wasn’t being denied shade by the tree—it was rejecting all other trees in hopeful anticipation, only to realize you’d been waiting for a cactus all along.

“Tell her I’d love to be friends.”

Having worked with Yun Bo long enough, Youyou surprisingly understood her meaning. “Your scenes start the day after tomorrow. Should we—”

“I’ll be there on time.”

With that, she hung up.

Just then, Tan Yun emerged from her shower in an awkward state—arms crossed protectively over her chest.

The faint outline of soft curves made Yun Bo freeze mid-motion, clothes hanger suspended in air.

Tan Yun’s face burned. “I—I—you… forgot to bring me—”

Yun Bo raised a finger to her lips. “Shh.”

“Baby… move your hands…”