What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 42

In the brief moment they were chatting, another wave of online trolls emerged.

Pipi Ball: “Holy crap, trolls above, so you’re saying beating people up is justified? Forcing confessions through violence—how shameless can you get?”

XxOK: “Tan Yun plagiarizing is a proven fact. Let’s see how you whitewash this. A couple of dresses won’t cut it—do you think we’re blind?”

Wooden Adventure: “Saw Tan’s work at last year’s company gala. Not only did she plagiarize and refuse to admit it, but she also drove away her best friend. Heard she’s into girls too? Lol →_→”

Flying Cake: “Tsk tsk, Tan, you must have connections. Beating someone up and still not in jail? How many judges are your relatives?”

Yun Bo didn’t need to guess who was behind this wave of trolls—it had to be Ning Xuan.

Soon, the internet would be flooded with two-faced comments, and all sorts of cyberbullying would follow. Not wanting Tan Yun to see and feel upset, Yun Bo took her phone back and said, “I have a performance to attend this afternoon. Rest well here, and I’ll come see you later.”

Tan Yun nodded and waved. “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you here.”

As soon as Yun Bo left, Cheng Xiaoai chuckled mischievously. “You still haven’t properly explained what happened last night. Don’t think you can dodge this—spill the truth now.”

Tan Yun had expected this question and actually wanted her advice. “Well, it’s a long story.”

Cheng Xiaoai sat by the bed. “Which part went wrong? Was it you or her? Who took the lead?”

At first, Tan Yun felt a bit embarrassed, but since this concerned her future happiness, she answered without hesitation. “We were right at that point, but she suddenly stopped and went to the bathroom alone.”

Cheng Xiaoai clicked her tongue. “Got it. So she’d rather handle it herself than have a little romantic exchange with you.”

Hearing this, Tan Yun almost wanted to cry. “Do you think I’m just not attractive enough? I can’t seem to draw her in.”

“Attraction is subjective. I think you’re plenty attractive, but why would she choose to hold back?” Cheng Xiaoai was puzzled too—if it were her, she wouldn’t hesitate.

“Maybe she wants to wait until after we’re married?” Tan Yun had already asked about her looks this morning, so that couldn’t be it. This was the only explanation left.

“Could be, but not necessarily. She seems really into you—shouldn’t be able to resist.” Cheng Xiaoai decided to offer some tricks, recalling a few seduction videos she’d watched recently. They might just help her friend out. “There are ways, if you’re willing to try.”

Seeing her hesitant expression, Tan Yun guessed it was probably some outrageous idea. But at this point, she was willing to try anything to solve their romantic dilemma.

Cheng Xiaoai leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, “Ever heard of… uniform seduction?”

Tan Yun’s eyes widened. Of course she had—even she couldn’t resist that.

Cheng Xiaoai immediately encouraged, “You should wear something a bit revealing in front of her, meow like a cat, and sway your hips a little.”

She had already tried this trick yesterday. The beauty tasted the fruit but then did nothing afterward.

So, this move clearly didn’t work. She said, “No good. I think the beauty might not like this approach.”

“Impossible! Very few people in this world can resist that kind of temptation—unless she’s impotent, or you’ve got the top and bottom roles mixed up.”

Tan Yun’s eyes lit up. That’s right—maybe the beauty was actually supposed to be the bottom.

She grabbed Cheng Xiaoai’s arm and said, “I think that’s a possibility.”

“Well, there you go! Now listen, if you want to pin her down, you’ve got to follow my instructions.” Cheng Xiaoai smugly stroked her chin. “Based on years of watching films, as long as you follow my steps one by one, I guarantee you’ll get the girl.”

At this point, desperate times called for desperate measures. Tan Yun sat up straight, all ears. “Then hurry up and tell me, what should I do?”

“First, we need to go for seduction.” With that, she took a step back and scrutinized Tan Yun lying on the bed. “Aside from your chest being a bit small, the rest is pretty perfect.”

Mention of her chest made Tan Yun ask again, “Have you noticed my boobs have gotten slightly bigger recently?”

Cheng Xiaoai had grown up with her, and they even shared a dorm in college, showering together. Though she knew Tan Yun’s orientation was different, they remained close friends who’d casually groped each other before.

But now that Tan Yun had a girlfriend, she felt too shy to let Cheng Xiaoai stare for too long. Once the inspection was over, she quickly covered herself with the blanket.

Cheng Xiaoai didn’t pay attention to her chest daily, so how would she know if it had grown? She assumed Tan Yun had taken some measures. “Have you been eating papayas lately?”

Tan Yun couldn’t possibly admit that the beauty had spent all night sucking on them yesterday. “I’ve had a little, yeah.”

Cheng Xiaoai’s expression turned grave. “Xiao Yun, you’ve changed.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

Cheng Xiaoai tilted her head at a 45-degree angle, gazing dramatically at the sky. “Remember what you told me in college? That whoever accepted you had to accept your chest. And now you’re telling me you’re eating papayas. If this isn’t change, then what is? I’m disappointed in you.”

“Stop messing around and just tell me what I should do!” Back then, Tan Yun had said those words because she hadn’t met someone she truly liked. Now that she had, she realized some things naturally shifted—until she became exactly what the other person desired.

Cheng Xiaoai was just teasing her. “When I say seduction, I mean physical seduction. What you did yesterday was half-hearted and unprofessional—you didn’t showcase your most alluring feature.”

She spoke with the authority of someone who’d done this a thousand times. “For example, just showing her your chest isn’t enticing enough. It’s simple—your chest isn’t big enough.”

Tan Yun finally understood. So yesterday, her chest wasn’t her most attractive feature. Puzzled, she asked, “Then what do you think is my most seductive part? I don’t think there’s anything else besides my chest!”

Cheng Xiaoai let out a meaningful “Hmm,” then glanced downward at her.

Tan Yun immediately pressed down on the blanket with her hand. “No, we can’t do this.”

Cheng Xiaoai shrugged at her. “That’s all I’m telling you. Whether you do it or not is up to you!”

Tan Yun was firm at first. “I definitely won’t do it.”

But the next second, she immediately asked, “What kind of underwear should I buy?”

Cheng Xiaoai clapped her hands together. “Now you’re asking the right person.”

……

……

Yun Bo left the hospital and went straight to the film set. Since there was a shoot scheduled for today, she might as well go and meet this Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan had arrived earlier than yesterday and was already in the makeup room. When she saw Yun Bo walk in, she immediately offered her own chair and asked, “Duanduan-jie, have you eaten yet?”

Yun Bo replied curtly, “No.”

On the dressing table lay the script with Ning Xuan’s upcoming lines. Yun Bo had always had an excellent memory, and she had already studied the desired effect for the scene on her way here. Whether she looked at the script now or not made no difference.

Ning Xuan had done some preparation beforehand, thinking she could use the script to build rapport between them. “Duanduan-jie, there’s a part where I’m struggling with the emotional delivery. Could you take a look for me?”

Yun Bo glanced at her, unwilling to waste even an extra word on her.

Ning Xuan wasn’t sure if that meant yes or no, so she simply started reciting the lines herself.

“You think you can sing your way through Shanghai? Let me tell you—”

Slap!

Before she could finish, a sharp pain flared across her face. Her eyes widened in shock as she clutched her cheek in anger.

Yun Bo picked up a tissue from the dressing table and wiped her hand. “Again.”

Ning Xuan knew this slap was deliberate, but she had asked for it herself. Swallowing her resentment, she read from the script again, “You think you can sing your way through Shanghai?”

Slap!

Another stinging blow landed on her face. Ning Xuan bit her lip hard, covering her left cheek. “Duanduan-jie, isn’t this going too far?”

Yun Bo didn’t even spare her a glance—her silence seemed to say, You asked me to help you with the emotions, and now you’re complaining that I hit you?

Bullying newcomers was common in the entertainment industry, and even Ning Xuan had tormented plenty herself. She could only choke back her anger, vowing silently that once she made it big, she wouldn’t let Yun Bo off.

“You think you can sing your way through Shanghai? I—” This time, as soon as she spoke the first line, she stayed on high alert, bracing for another slap.

But Yun Bo didn’t strike her this time. Instead, she simply said, “Enough.”

Gritting her teeth, Ning Xuan set the script back on the dressing table. Seeing the glaring red handprint on her slightly swollen cheek, she immediately called for the makeup artist to touch up her face.

The people around her watched with barely concealed amusement. The makeup artist glanced at her and said, “Xuan-jie, no need for touch-ups, right? The scene actually calls for a handprint, and Duanduan just helped out.”

Ning Xuan’s temper flared at that. They called her “Xuan-jie” but referred to Yun Bo as “Duanduan”—making her sound like the older one.

“What exactly are you hired for? I told you to fix my makeup, so just do it! No backtalk!”

Though Yun Bo wasn’t one for words, most people on set got along well with her. “Don’t go too far,” she said coolly.

Hearing her speak up in defense, Ning Xuan could only suppress the anger in her stomach. Since she was being bullied like this and might not even get any help, she might as well take a gamble. “Sister Duanduan, I wonder if you still remember that photo you left at my place the other day?”

Her words clearly carried a dangerous undertone, and Yun Bo had been waiting for this very line. “I remember.”

“How about that script from Director Wang last time? I think it’s quite good.” The implication was obvious—she was angling for a role.