What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 47

Youyou only glanced at one of the messages. Though she didn’t read the following ones carefully, she could guess their content.

Yun Bo quickly dried her hair and glanced at the newcomers still filming. “How much longer until it’s my turn?” she asked.

Noticing the smile on her lips and her cheerful demeanor, Youyou replied, “Judging by Dong Yang’s current filming pace, probably another two hours?”

That was far too long for Yun Bo. She frowned slightly and walked over to where Dong Yang was still shooting.

She had always disdained meddling in such trivial matters, but if it meant getting home sooner, she had no choice but to step in.

This scene was a confrontation between Ning Xuan and Dong Yang. It seemed Dong Yang’s foundation was still lacking—despite performing every scene himself without a stunt double, something was missing.

Ning Xuan had already lost patience. From start to finish, she believed herself to be on the verge of stardom and couldn’t be bothered to act alongside him. She called her stunt double back and idly played on her phone instead.

Dong Yang had just started getting into the scene with her, but now that she’d been replaced, he had to find his rhythm all over again.

Yun Bo strode straight to Ning Xuan’s side and said coolly, “If you keep this up, I might as well let your stunt double film Hualou for you.”

No matter how high and mighty Ning Xuan acted, she didn’t dare push her luck in front of Yun Bo. A single word from her could decide her fate—whether she lived or died in this industry.

“Fine, I’ll go back now,” Ning Xuan forced a smile and swapped places with her stunt double again.

Already seething with frustration, she channeled it into the scene—a confrontation between the female antagonist and the male lead. She grabbed the male lead’s collar and snarled, “Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? Without me, you and her would’ve been kicked out of Shanghai long ago!”

Dong Yang was stunned by her sudden outburst and froze, failing to get into character. The director was so furious he wanted to hurl a rock at his head. “Dong Yang! What are you spacing out for? You’re supposed to be furious—furious, got it?”

“Right, I got it.” Dong Yang had already messed up over a dozen takes and was exhausted.

Yun Bo watched from the sidelines for a while. Dong Yang wasn’t hopeless—just a bit slow and in need of hands-on guidance.

She stepped forward, taking Ning Xuan’s place, and grabbed Dong Yang’s collar. “Start cursing!” she snapped.

Dong Yang, being mild-mannered, stammered, “Cursing? At who?”

“Whoever just cursed at you, curse back.” Yun Bo’s expression remained indifferent, utterly unreadable.

Realizing she was helping him get into character, Dong Yang took a breath, glared at Ning Xuan standing closest to him, and roared, “Get lost!”

Yun Bo yanked him up sharply. “If you keep performing like this, why not just quit the industry?”

Her words were quiet, meant only for his ears.

Dong Yang’s eyes widened—that remark struck a nerve. But remembering she was his senior, he swallowed his anger.

Yun Bo’s frown deepened. This person’s temperament was unexpectedly good, contrary to his expectations. He had initially thought that, like Ning Xuan, this person was just a pretty face with at least some temper. Who would have guessed their patience was truly beyond words.

“If you want to act seriously, you’d better forget your status. Didn’t your acting teacher ever tell you that?” Yun Bo said with visible irritation.

“I…” Dong Yang didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried, but… the more nervous he got, the harder it was to forget who he was.

Yun Bo released his collar. “If you can’t get into character, just go home. Maybe you’ll find a career that suits you better.”

The words were blunt, leaving no room for courtesy, but Dong Yang could tell she was trying to provoke him—though it hadn’t quite hit the mark yet.

Nearby, Ning Xuan, seeing how timid he was, no longer cared about sparing his patron’s dignity and decided to join in the verbal sparring. “You heard what Duanduan just said. That’s exactly what I wanted to tell you—the entertainment industry isn’t for you. You should just pack up and leave!”

Though the two statements carried the same meaning, to Dong Yang’s ears, they sounded entirely different. One was clearly meant to push him forward, while the other dripped with mockery.

Perhaps from reciting too many lines, he blurted out, “Get lost!”

Ning Xuan was stunned by the retort and instinctively grabbed his collar. “You bastard, say that again.”

“I said, get lost.”

“Cut! Cut!” The director, having filmed countless scenes, had never been this excited before. “Alright, alright, everyone take a break. We’ll prepare for the next scene.”

Dong Yang, however, seemed not to hear. He wasn’t immersed in the role—he was simply furious.

Youyou, sensing the tension, pointed at them and said to Yun Bo, “Duanduan, are they about to fight?”

Yun Bo remained indifferent. “Go call the makeup artist. I need a touch-up.”

“Got it!”

……

Yun Bo kept the schedule tight. As soon as filming wrapped, she had Youyou fetch the car to take her back to the hotel.

Meanwhile, Tan Yun and Cheng Xiaoai were returning to the hotel after shopping when a black Bentley sped past them. This time, Tan Yun immediately recognized whose car it was.

She hurried after it, but after a few steps, she was panting and had to tug at Cheng Xiaoai. “Quick, tell me—was that Beauty’s car?”

Cheng Xiaoai glanced over and thought, Damn, it can’t be this coincidental!

Tan Yun was tempted to kick off her high heels and chase the car down. “Xiaoai, I just saw that woman driving Beauty back again!”

Cheng Xiaoai didn’t know how to console her. After all, this time, they had caught them red-handed. Even if she claimed they were just colleagues, Tan Yun wouldn’t believe it now.

Youyou opened the car door and reminded Yun Bo gently, “Duanduan, there are a lot of paparazzi around. Be careful.”

Given the sensitive timing, Yun Bo nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Just then, Youyou turned and met a pair of icy eyes glaring at her, sending a chill down her spine. She trembled slightly.

Tan Yun wished she could hurl her purse across the distance and hit her in the face. “See? She’s guilty as hell.”

“Can you see clearly from this far away?” Cheng Xiaoai stared at the figure in the distance for a long time, feeling a sense of familiarity but unable to place who it was.

“I’m going up there right now to confront her.” Tan Yun shoved everything she was holding into Cheng Xiaoai’s hands. “Hold these for me. I’m going after her.”

“No, don’t act impulsively. It might just be a misunderstanding. Let’s follow them first.” Cheng Xiaoai was angry but chose to stay rational—after all, this concerned her future happiness.

“Xiao Yun, do you know something? You’re not usually like this.” Tan Yun had expected unconditional support and felt a pang of disappointment. “Just hold my things. I’m going to ask them.”

Yun Bo had just stepped into the hotel entrance when she suddenly remembered something and pulled out her phone to make a call.

At the same time, Tan Yun’s phone rang. She struggled to keep her emotions in check as she answered, “Yun Bo, where are you right now?”

“At the hotel entrance,” Yun Bo replied, walking into the lobby. “Where are you? I’ll be there soon.”

“I’m out having fun. Traffic’s terrible, so I won’t be back for a while.” Tan Yun pondered how to steer the conversation toward how Yun Bo had gotten home. “Yun Bo, which ring road did you take?”

Yun Bo couldn’t mention the one near the filming location, so she said, “The Third Ring Road. It shouldn’t be too congested. Do you want me to pick you up?”

Tan Yun took a deep breath and asked the question she really wanted answered. “Did you drive back yourself or take a taxi?”

Still preoccupied with the texts Tan Yun had sent earlier, Yun Bo didn’t catch the implication behind the question. “I drove back myself.”

“Oh…” Tan Yun couldn’t hide her disappointment as she glanced at Youyou, still standing by the curb waiting for a taxi.

Tall, wearing a white bodycon dress, with long black hair.

Professional yet undeniably feminine.

Cheng Xiaoai patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry. Tomorrow, I’ll help you follow them. If they cross the line, we’ll make sure they regret it.”

Tan Yun didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t want to doubt Yun Bo, but the evidence was too glaring to ignore.

What kind of colleague would be so considerate as to drive her here in her own car, then take a taxi back alone?

Clutching the items in her hands, she trudged toward the hotel. “Let’s go back.”

Deep down, Cheng Xiaoai still wanted to believe in Yun Bo. She considered tailing them tomorrow to see for herself.

But tomorrow was also the day the competition results would be announced—they had to be there to hear whose work would be chosen.

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The moment the door opened, Tan Yun saw Yun Bo holding a glass of red wine, looking pleased.

But she couldn’t muster a smile. Her lips curled into a bitter line as she said weakly, “I’m back.”

“Hmm?” Yun Bo swirled the wine in her glass before tilting Tan Yun’s chin up. “What’s wrong? Who upset you?”

Tan Yun’s chest felt heavy, but she didn’t want to give anything away. “The taxi driver ripped me off on the way back.”

“Really?” Yun Bo didn’t seem convinced, her fingers tracing Tan Yun’s jawline. “Xiao Yun, you’re not lying to me, are you?”