What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 40

Just as the chief judge was about to announce who the plagiarist was, an official notice came from above, stating that this matter needed thorough investigation and warning them not to brand someone’s entire life with the label of plagiarism based solely on their subjective judgment.

Since it was an order from above, she didn’t dare directly declare anyone the plagiarist.

The task of smoothing things over fell to the host, who stood between the two contestants and said, “We now have two identical designs on stage—quite a coincidence. Of course, we can’t determine who copied whom based on personal feelings. We’ll invite professional judges to resolve this matter.”

Naturally, the competition couldn’t be halted because of these two individuals, especially with the upcoming international contest. The host continued, “Let’s invite both designers to return to their rest areas. The competition will now officially proceed.”

Tan Yun was escorted back to the rest area by staff. Once she stepped out of the competition zone, her legs trembled even more violently, each step an immense struggle.

Meanwhile, before Cheng Xiaoai could react, Yun Bo darted over like an arrow, immediately placing a hand on Tan Yun’s stomach and gently massaging it. “I’m taking you to the hospital right now.”

Her periods had never been this painful before, but the overwhelming stress this time had tensed every nerve in her body, intensifying the pain.

She forced a weak smile. “I’m fine. We can just go back to the hotel.”

Cheng Xiaoai rushed over, her heart aching at the sight of Tan Yun’s frail state. She turned to Gu Yuan, who had just approached, and snapped, “I’ve never met someone as shameless as you in my life! First, you stole her design drafts, and now you’re plagiarizing again? Do you even care about your reputation?”

Gu Yuan knew very well that everyone was on her side now. With her cousin pulling strings behind the scenes, she was confident the blame for plagiarism would ultimately fall on Tan Yun.

But she wasn’t foolish enough to admit it outright. Feigning innocence, she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. How could I possibly plagiarize her work? All my designs come from my own inspiration!”

“Stop playing the victim in front of me!” Cheng Xiaoai couldn’t stand her act and raised her fist, ready to throw a punch.

Tan Yun stopped her. “Xiaoai, don’t dirty your hands.”

Gritting her teeth, Cheng Xiaoai lowered her fist. With cameras everywhere, she couldn’t afford to act recklessly—it would only invite more trouble.

Yun Bo remained silent the entire time, committing Gu Yuan’s arrogant demeanor to memory. She would repay her for this, bit by bit.

Gu Yuan smirked, strutting away in her high heels with a triumphant air.

“I’m taking you to the hospital first.” Seeing Tan Yun’s pale lips from the pain, Yun Bo’s heart twisted with agony. She wished she could skin Gu Yuan alive right then and there.

Tan Yun nodded. The pain was unusually severe this time, and she couldn’t afford to gamble with her health. There was still a tough battle ahead, and she needed to face the coming storm at her best.

“Xiaoai, help me call my mom and tell her everything’s going smoothly with the procedures, and that there’s nothing to worry about,” Cheng Xiaoai responded with a nod before turning to Yun Bo. “I’ll head back to the hotel first. You take her to the hospital, and I’ll join you later.”

Yun Bo understood what Cheng Xiaoai intended to do. While overt action wasn’t possible, covert retaliation was inevitable. If she wanted to play dirty, there was no need to hold back.

Once outside the hall, Yun Bo didn’t hesitate. She lifted Tan Yun into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. By the time Yun Bo settled into the driver’s seat, Tan Yun could no longer contain herself. A flood of emotions overwhelmed her, tears streaming down her face, smudging her makeup. She hastily wiped them away, wanting only to show her best side to Yun Bo.

Yun Bo gently grasped her wrist, voice full of tenderness. “It’s okay, cry if you need to. I’m here.”

“Yun Bo, I’m so upset,” Tan Yun choked out between sobs. She couldn’t cry on stage, couldn’t cry in front of Cheng Xiaoai—she refused to show weakness. But with Yun Bo, she couldn’t hide her pain.

Yun Bo felt her heart ache, all her words turning into silent fury. Tan Yun continued wiping her tears frantically. “Yun Bo, turn away. Don’t look at me.”

Yun Bo pulled her other hand away from her face, cradling the back of her head, offering comfort in the only way she knew how.

In an instant, Tan Yun felt the softness of Yun Bo’s lips against hers. Yun Bo’s breath brushed against her face, startling her. Her eyes widened, tears escaping freely.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” Yun Bo murmured, pressing gentle kisses to her lips, sharing her warmth.

Her lips spoke without words: I’m here. I’ll always be here.

Yun Bo captured her upper lip, savoring it, coaxing color back into its pallor. The kiss was sudden, and Tan Yun, inexperienced, stiffened like wood, parting her lips hesitantly.

Encouraged, Yun Bo deepened the kiss, her tongue teasing and guiding Tan Yun’s. Slowly, Tan Yun learned to respond, their tongues entwining. A soft moan escaped her as she wrapped her arms around Yun Bo’s neck, craving more.

That sound ignited something primal in Yun Bo. What began as tender grew fierce, her teeth grazing Tan Yun’s lips, conveying days of pent-up longing. Tan Yun surrendered, lost in the passion. Yun Bo shifted, pressing her down, seeking deeper connection.

When they finally parted, both were breathless. Yun Bo didn’t pull away immediately, instead catching the silvery strand between their lips with her finger before licking it away. Tan Yun watched, mesmerized, swallowing hard.

Yun Bo helped her sit up. “If you still feel bad, cry all you want. I’ll stay right here.”

Dazed, Tan Yun remained adrift in the aftermath, her body languid and pliant.

Yun Bo wiped the tear stains from the corners of her eyes. “I never want to make you cry again.”

…

Meanwhile, Cheng Xiaoai didn’t return to the hotel. Instead, she followed Gu Yuan all the way.

Only after realizing Gu Yuan had gone to the riverside did she send Tan Yun a location pin.

Tan Yun, puzzled, showed it to Yun Bo, who simply said, “It’s nothing,” and kept driving.

After ensuring Tan Yun was settled, Yun Bo made a call to Youyou.

She had never considered herself a good person, and she refused to tolerate Gu Yuan’s bullying of Tan Yun.

“Find me a few thugs.”

Youyou was confused. “Duanduan, what do you need thugs for?”

“To beat someone up!” Her tone was casual, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, completely disregarding her own status.

All she knew was that her little fox had been wronged, and she would return the favor a hundredfold.

Youyou was startled by her answer. If word got out that she was hiring thugs to assault someone…

But since the boss had spoken, she had no choice but to comply—and to clean up the mess afterward.

Yun Bo warned, “Youyou, these past few months with me, you should know how you’ve performed. If you keep hesitating like this, I won’t be able to keep you around.”

She made it very clear. She had chosen Youyou because she seemed obedient, but she hadn’t expected her to be so indecisive.

Youyou immediately grasped the gravity of the situation. “I’ll arrange it right away.”

Yun Bo added, “Make sure the thugs are women.”

If men were sent, they might go easy on Gu Yuan out of pity, but women wouldn’t hold back.

“Let them name their price—pay whatever they ask. And remember to take photos.” Since Gu Yuan loved keeping photos of Yun Bo and her little fox so much, she’d return the favor with a few of her own.

Cheng Xiaoai waited eagerly to watch the beating unfold. She found a café by the riverside and settled in for the show.

For once, Youyou acted efficiently. Soon, two women dressed like delinquents, their hair dyed garish shades of red and yellow, entered the restaurant where Gu Yuan was seated.

Cheng Xiaoai had chosen a spot with a perfect view. The two thugs immediately pulled out a photo and began scanning the room.

Spotting Gu Yuan touching up her makeup at her table, they wasted no time—yanking her hair and dragging her out of her seat.

One of them gripped Gu Yuan’s chin roughly, leaving red marks, and sneered, “You’re Gu Yuan, right?”

Gu Yuan sensed trouble and guessed someone had hired them. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not who you’re looking for.”

The thug smirked. “Oh?” Then she slapped Gu Yuan across the face. “If you’re not her, then we don’t have to hold back.”

“No, I—” Before Gu Yuan could confess, another slap sent tears streaming down her face.

Bystanders tried to intervene, but one of the thugs shouted, “You little bitch! Think you can skip out on debts? Playing the mistress and selling yourself—today, we’re here on behalf of the wronged wife to teach you a lesson!”

The people who had initially come to help immediately looked at her with disdain. Just as Gu Yuan was about to open her mouth to explain, the thug punched her in the stomach and yanked her hair, dragging her outside.