What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 43

Yun Bo knew she was threatening her—if she didn’t hand over the role, those photos would be made public.

 

She let out a cold laugh. “You really want this role, don’t you?”

 

Her tone wasn’t questioning but laced with mockery.

 

Since things had come to this point, Ning Xuan saw no need to hide her ambition or try to please her anymore. “Yes, I like this role very much.”

 

“Funny, I like it too.” Her meaning was clear—if you think you can take this role from me, you’re dreaming.

 

Ning Xuan immediately lost her temper, standing up abruptly from her chair. “Duanduan-jie, there’s still a secret in those photos you left with me last time. Think carefully.”

 

“You think I’m afraid of a secret?” Yun Bo’s voice was steady. “The internet has pinned countless scandals on me, and I’ve survived them all. Do you really think your little secret scares me?” She was telling the truth—she had never feared anyone. The only reason she hesitated now was that she didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble for Tan Yun.

 

Ning Xuan couldn’t contain her fury. She had thought Yun Bo was genuinely afraid when she sent her assistant with that message earlier, but it turned out she was just toying with her.

 

“Duanduan-jie, if that’s how you want to play it, then I have nothing left to hold back. I used to respect you as an elder, which is why I kept those photos to myself. But now, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” By saying this in front of so many people, she was clearly determined to humiliate Yun Bo.

 

Yun Bo glanced at Youyou, who stood nearby. “Bring it out.”

 

Youyou nodded, pulling a script from her bag and placing it on the table.

 

Ning Xuan glanced at it—two words were written on the cover: Painted Tower.

 

This was an IP drama adapted from a popular web novel. The original story already had a solid fanbase, the director was one of the best in the industry, and the cast was undoubtedly star-studded. She had coveted a role in this production for a long time but never dared to make a move.

 

She never expected the director to approach Yun Duan directly, filling her with resentment.

 

Just as she was about to turn and leave, Yun Bo spoke. “There’s a role in here that would suit you.”

 

Ning Xuan froze, hardly believing her ears. If she understood correctly, Yun Bo was offering her the role.

 

“Aren’t you going to take a look?” Yun Bo still hadn’t opened her eyes.

 

Ning Xuan gritted her teeth. If she had to choose between pride and the role, the answer was obvious—the role would bring her far more than pride ever could. She could already picture her future stardom.

 

She turned back and picked up the script from the vanity.

 

“If you like it, take it.” Yun Bo was surprisingly generous, handing it over without hesitation.

 

Ning Xuan nearly trembled with excitement as she flipped open the first page—it was the female lead’s part. If she landed this role, fame was guaranteed.

 

Forgetting the judgmental gazes around her, she crouched beside Yun Bo, fawning. “Duanduan-jie, I spoke too harshly earlier. Please forgive me.”

 

Yun Bo didn’t explicitly say whether she forgave her or not, instead casually mentioning something about Weibo.

 

“Gu Yuan is your cousin.”

 

Ning Xuan immediately realized she had an opportunity and quickly nodded. “Yes, she’s my cousin. Do you know her?”

 

Yun Bo curled her lips slightly, as if the name disgusted her. “No.”

 

Her expression clearly suggested she did know her—and that there was some bad blood between them.

 

Ning Xuan was smart. No matter what, Gu Yuan was just her cousin, not her sister. At most, she’d help her within the bounds of not harming her own interests.

 

Soon, she connected the dots with the person in the photo and hurriedly took out her phone to search for images of her cousin’s rival.

 

The plagiarism scandal was spreading like wildfire online, and Tan Yun’s photos were everywhere.

 

With just a quick search, she found one—and sure enough, the resemblance to the person in her phone was uncanny.

 

There was no way Ning Xuan would let this chance slip. “Duanduan, I had no idea my cousin would go this far, actually plagiarizing someone else’s work.”

 

Hearing this, Yun Bo opened her eyes and looked at her with satisfaction. “If you like the script, take it back with you.”

 

Ning Xuan understood—this was her chance. At this point, she couldn’t care less about her cousin. “Duanduan, don’t worry about the Weibo situation. I’ll handle it.”

 

Her cousin had been so brazen because she had Ning Xuan backing her. The matter had also involved some trouble with Manager Li, whom she had been wanting to distance herself from anyway. She added, “Thank you, Duanduan, for giving me this opportunity.”

 

Yun Duan didn’t respond, simply closing her eyes again as the makeup artist continued working.

 

Ning Xuan couldn’t stay still in the makeup room any longer—she just wanted to rush out and flaunt the news, to let everyone know she was about to make it big.

 

“Then I won’t disturb you any further, Duanduan. Enjoy your makeup session.”

 

After she left, Youyou couldn’t help but feel regretful that the script had gone to someone like her. She couldn’t resist asking, “Duanduan, one photo shouldn’t cause you too much trouble. Online scandals blow over in a day or two. How could you just give her the script?”

 

Yun Bo smiled meaningfully. “It’s just a script.”

 

What I gave her wasn’t a role.

 

Youyou understood the implication. “But what if she retaliates later?”

 

“Let’s see if she can even land a decent role first.” With her current capabilities, trying to go against Yun Bo would be like an egg smashing against a rock. She was only this bold because she thought she had leverage with the photo—but once Tan Yun’s situation went public, she’d have no chance at all.

 

Youyou suddenly remembered something else. “Some people online are connecting that old hotel photo with Tan Yun, the designer who’s trending right now. Should we clarify?”

 

Yun Bo hadn’t expected netizens to be so sharp—linking her to Tan Yun based on just a silhouette. “Hand me your phone, let me see.”

 

She scrolled through the comments, noticing a few speculating about an affair between her and Tan Yun already climbing toward the top. If they didn’t suppress those, another storm would brew.

 

“Duanduan, another problem!” Youyou handed her the phone urgently.

 

…

 

…

 

Gu Yuan, who was lying in the hospital undergoing cosmetic repair, had long calculated that once the video surfaced, the online backlash would undoubtedly be directed at Tan Yun.

 

However, she had no idea that her cousin was now solely focused on pleasing Yun Bo, going to extreme lengths in everything she did.

 

Meanwhile, also in the hospital, Tan Yun’s stomach had improved significantly. Yun Bo, afraid she might suffer any complications from the pain, insisted she stay hospitalized.

 

But Tan Yun couldn’t sit still. “Xiaoai, hand me my phone. I want to see what people are saying online.”

 

There were still plenty of people cursing her online, and Cheng Xiaoai worried it would affect her mood. “What’s the point of looking at that stuff? Don’t pay attention to what people say on the internet.”

 

“I just want to see.” Tan Yun felt stifled. Gu Yuan had more powerful backing than her—she would definitely whitewash herself and dump all the blame on Tan Yun.

 

“No way. If your beauty comes back and finds out I gave Youyour phone, she’ll scold me to death.” Cheng Xiaoai stuffed the phone back into her pocket. “If you’re feeling restless, let’s go shopping instead. Maybe pick up a few… uh-huh…”

 

At that suggestive hum, Tan Yun couldn’t stay put, excitement bubbling inside her. “Let’s go check it out now.”

 

“Deal!”

 

Cheng Xiaoai searched online and found a few stores specializing in seductive outfits. At first, the two hesitated, too embarrassed to enter.

 

But the shop assistant warmly invited them in. When they saw the clothes hanging inside, they were completely shocked.

 

Those weren’t clothes—they were practically just scraps of fabric.

 

There were quite a few customers browsing, but Tan Yun chickened out, tugging at Cheng Xiaoai. “I don’t think these clothes suit me.”

 

“What do you mean they don’t suit you?” Cheng Xiaoai turned to the assistant. “Show us some of your most tempting lingerie.”

 

The assistant glanced at them and smiled warmly. “Perfect timing—we’re running a promotion right now. If each of you buys two sets, we’ll throw in a little flogging whip.”

 

Tan Yun wasn’t into BDSM. “We don’t need—”

 

Before she could finish, Cheng Xiaoai cut in. “What do you mean you don’t need it? This is exactly what you’re missing. If one style doesn’t work, try another. There’s bound to be something your beauty will love.”

 

Hearing a potential sale, the assistant grew even more enthusiastic. “Exactly! Some people prefer more conservative seductive styles, while others like something bolder. Your partner didn’t come with you today, did they?”

 

Tan Yun shyly shook her head.

 

“Is this meant to be a surprise, or did you plan it together?”

 

Cheng Xiaoai answered for her. “A surprise—a really big one.”

 

“Then you’ve come to the right place.” The assistant led them to the lingerie section. “We have all kinds here—fishnet, lace, you name it. It just depends on what your partner likes.”

 

Tan Yun stared at the tiny garments, dizzy and blushing furiously. She tugged at Cheng Xiaoai. “Which one do you think is better?”

 

“How should I know? I’m not your beauty.”

 

The assistant grinned. “How about one of each?”

 

At that moment, a black Bentley stopped outside the shop, its occupant’s face dark with displeasure.

 

“Duanduan, if there’s nothing else, let’s drive away first. If reporters catch this, they’ll make up all sorts of stories.”

 

Cheng Xiaoai, who had been chattering nonstop with her arm around Tan Yun’s shoulders, suddenly shivered. She glanced outside and asked, “What kind of car does your beauty drive?”

 

“I don’t recognize car brands,” Tan Yun replied, still holding the lingerie Xiaoai had just handed her, her back to the shop entrance.

 

“Why do I feel like someone’s watching me?” Cheng Xiaoai rubbed her head.

 

Tan Yun turned around and saw only a black car parked outside. “Was that car there when we came in?”

 

“Maybe…” Xiaoai wasn’t sure. She checked her phone for the time—it couldn’t possibly be her beauty, could it? “When does yours usually come home at night?”

 

“Today it was 2 a.m., probably around the same time,” Tan Yun said, feeling an inexplicable familiarity with the car.

 

Inside the vehicle, Youyou also spotted Tan Yun and Cheng Xiaoai. She remembered them and asked, “Duanduan, are you okay?”

 

Yun Bo’s expression was as dark as an impending storm, her lips moving slightly. “No!”

 

How could she feel good seeing her wife shopping for lingerie with someone else?

 

Youyou wasn’t sure if her assumption was correct but tried to comfort her. “They might just be good friends.”

 

Yun Bo’s face grew even more unreadable. “I know.”

 

Youyou: “…”

 

If she knew they were just friends, why was she still angry?

 

Yun Bo held no hostility toward Cheng Xiaoai, but the thought of someone else touching what she hadn’t even touched yet left a bitter taste in her mouth.

 

“Then, Duanduan, can we leave now?” Youyou didn’t know how else to console her.

 

“Go!”

 

Tan Yun hesitated, wondering if she should step outside to check. If it really was her beauty, she could explain.

 

As the car outside drove away, Cheng Xiaoai picked up another piece of lingerie and handed it to her. “Lace thong—absolutely amazing!”

 

“Do you think that was Yun Bo outside just now?” Tan Yun already held several pieces, each the shop’s hottest item.

 

“No way. If it were your beauty, wouldn’t she have come straight in?” Cheng Xiaoai couldn’t care less whether it was Yun Bo or not. In the end, she’d be thanking her.

 

Still worried about misunderstandings, Tan Yun handed the lingerie back to Xiaoai and stepped aside to send a message.

 

—When are you coming home?

 

She still hadn’t realized I was already back? Yun Bo grew even angrier and replied: “Same as yesterday.”

 

Relieved by the text, Tan Yun was glad her little secret remained undiscovered. She sent another message.

 

—Don’t overwork yourself. I’ll wait for you.

 

Now Yun Bo was truly furious. That little fool couldn’t even recognize her own car—what if she got kidnapped someday?

 

—Where are you?

 

Tan Yun didn’t dare admit she was lingerie shopping and fibbed instead.

 

—At the hospital. Where else would I be?

 

Good! Now she’s lying. Very good!

 

Youyou didn’t dare look at the person beside her, whose face was as dark as a burnt pot, certain she might explode any second.

 

Yun Bo gritted her teeth and replied: “Wait till I get back!”

 

Completely oblivious to the danger, Tan happily hugged his phone with a silly grin.

 

—Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back.