What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 59

Yan Jin glanced at her, as if saying, “Are you sure you want me to decide?”

Cheng Xiaoai’s heart skipped another beat. If the decision was left to her, wouldn’t she end up in an even worse situation?

After some thought, she said, “President Yan, didn’t we attend the same high school? Even if you don’t care about our colleague relationship, at least consider our high school friendship!”

Tan Yun, who was nearby, felt dizzy upon hearing this. She never expected President Yan to have attended the same high school. How strange that she’d never mentioned it before.

“So what?” Yan Jin raised an eyebrow. “A kind-hearted high school classmate sends you to a hotel, and not only do you force yourself on her, but you also refuse to take responsibility. What profound friendship indeed!”

The sarcasm in her words was palpable. Cheng Xiaoai swallowed hard, trying to remain calm. “I know this is my fault, but there must be a solution. It’s not like I’m… well, we can’t even get married in this country. It’s not like I can marry you!”

“Oh?” Yan Jin’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “So you’re saying that because I’m a woman, sleeping with me doesn’t require any responsibility?”

“No, no!” Seeing her twist her words, Cheng Xiaoai grew frantic. “Then tell me what you want to do. Marrying you is definitely impossible—my family would never agree.”

“Your family is your business. What matters first is your attitude.”

Cheng Xiaoai inwardly scoffed. So she actually wants to marry me!

“Marriage is really out of the question. If this goes to court, at most I’d be ordered to pay you compensation.” Her words sounded as scummy as possible, but Cheng Xiaoai was backed into a corner.

“I never said I want to marry you right now.” Yan Jin remained unyielding.

“Then, big shot, just tell me what you want. At worst, I’ll strip and let you have your way with me once.” Though her words were bold, Cheng Xiaoai’s bravado lasted less than a second internally.

Yan Jin wasn’t in the mood for jokes. She undid another button with swift, decisive movements.

“W-wait, hold on.” Cheng Xiaoai’s face flushed. “It’s broad daylight—hard to get in the mood. How about we reschedule? If not, I can write you an IOU.”

“You don’t need to be in the mood.” As she spoke, Yan Jin unfastened another button, revealing a noticeable cleavage.

Cheng Xiaoai nearly felt like clinging to her leg and crying for three days straight. “Is there really no other solution besides this?”

“There is!” Yan Jin paused her actions. “I only sleep with my girlfriend.”

The implication couldn’t be clearer. If Cheng Xiaoai didn’t understand, she’d have wasted all these years. “You mean… you want me to date you?”

Yan Jin didn’t answer, resuming her movements instead.

The white bra came into full view, and Cheng Xiaoai quickly averted her gaze. “Let’s talk this through properly. Anything except getting a marriage certificate—I’ll agree to anything else.”

Seeing she’d achieved her goal, Yan Jin stopped pressing her. “Fine, I won’t make things difficult for you.”

Cheng Xiaoai rolled her eyes hard internally. “Oh please, if this isn’t making things difficult, then I don’t know what is.”

Of course, she only dared to think this in her heart. What came out of her mouth was entirely different: “Fine, go ahead and say it! I don’t have anyone to offer, but if it’s money you need, I can borrow some.”

“I don’t want your money. In a couple of days, my family will set me up on a blind date. All you have to do is show up as my girlfriend then,” Yan Jin said casually, making it sound like no big deal.

Cheng Xiaoai thought this wasn’t too bad—just pretending to be his girlfriend for a few days. Her family wouldn’t mind her dating a girl, and she had nothing to lose. It was just helping out a friend.

So she agreed immediately. But fearing her credibility wasn’t high enough and worried he might use this against her later, she turned on her phone’s speaker. “Let’s get the ugly truth out first. After I pretend to be your girlfriend, this matter is settled. Tan Yun happens to be on the call with me right now—she can be our witness. How does that sound?”

Yan Jin was even more thorough than she expected. “We should draft a contract. If you back out after today and don’t show up as my girlfriend, the losses for me would be severe.”

Cheng Xiaoai was more than happy to have him put it in writing to avoid future disputes. “Then hurry up and put your clothes back on.”

Meanwhile, Tan Yun couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. “Xiaoai, are you really going to sign a contract with him?”

“Sign it, why not? It’s not like it’ll harm me.” Cheng Xiaoai, being someone who worked a job, understood the importance of contracts. “Just draft whatever you need to write, and I’ll print it downstairs later.”

Yan Jin, who always prioritized speed and efficiency, said, “No need for the hassle. My secretary will bring the contract up shortly. All you have to do is sign and fingerprint it.”

“Didn’t expect you to be so prepared. Then why drag it out with me? Why cling to me and refuse to leave? Couldn’t you have just said it outright?” Cheng Xiaoai glanced at the shirt still draped over him and couldn’t help but grumble inwardly. Who would’ve thought someone so good-looking would have a habit of stripping?

Yan Jin didn’t seem too concerned about the shirt on him. Tilting his head, he asked offhandedly, “What were you yelling about wanting to eat last night?”

Eat what? Cheng Xiaoai racked her brain before remembering, and her face instantly turned as red as a monkey’s backside.

She bolted out of the room, yelling into her phone, “She’s insane! Absolutely insane!”

Tan Yun wasn’t sure how to assess the situation between them. “So, are you still planning to hide back in your hometown?”

“What’s the point of hiding now? I’m about to sign a contract with him. Running away would just mean I lose out.” Cheng Xiaoai was frustrated, feeling like luck had completely turned against her. He was taller and stronger—why had he given in to her so easily?

Tan Yun couldn’t very well stop her and instead offered a sincere apology: “I’m sorry. If I hadn’t taken you out drinking, none of this would’ve happened.”

Cheng Xiaoai sighed. It wasn’t entirely her fault either. “Maybe I’ve watched too many late-night movies and couldn’t control myself—got desperate, I guess.”

The whole ordeal lasted over half an hour. Yun Bo, though exhausted, remembered he had a scene to shoot that day. After a short nap, he got up, changed, and went to find Tan Yun.

Tan Yun watched her standing at the door with her phone, feeling a bit guilty, and asked, “Are you going to film soon?”

“Hmm?” Yun Bo noticed her avoiding eye contact and asked, “Why do you look like you’ve done something wrong?”

“N-no, I was just on the phone with Xiaoai.” Tan Yun stammered nervously. “I’ll finish soon. Let me walk you to the car.”

Yun Bo nodded, assuming her unease stemmed from guilt toward Cheng Xiaoai.

Cheng Xiaoai had just received the contract delivered by Yan Jin’s secretary. She scrutinized every word, afraid of being tricked, and only after confirming there was nothing unfavorable to her did she sign and press her fingerprint.

Once done, she was eager to send this “big shot” on her way. “President Yan, can you leave now with peace of mind?”

Yan Jin placed the contract into a file folder and turned to her secretary. “Remind me to put this in the safe when we get back.”

Cheng Xiaoai didn’t care where Yan Jin kept her copy—she just needed to safeguard her own to avoid future threats.

After hanging up, Tan Yun changed clothes and left with Yun Bo.

The two lingered in an embrace at the hotel entrance before Tan Yun urged, “Go ahead to the set. I’ll wait for you tonight.”

Yun Bo sighed. “Youyou is busy with other things, and I’m exhausted. Driving like this would be dangerous. I’m worried about accidents.”

Hearing this, Tan Yun grew concerned and volunteered, “I’ve got my license and have driven a few times. It’s safer than you driving while tired. How about I take you to the studio and then catch a taxi back?”

Yun Bo almost imperceptibly smiled in triumph. “Then I’ll trouble you, sir.”

Tan Yun loved when she called her “sir”—it sounded thrilling. She immediately took the keys, opened the car door, and gestured grandly. “My dear beauty, your carriage awaits.”

After buckling up, Yun Bo asked, “Does Sir Tan know the way to the studio?”

Having researched the location after learning Yun Bo’s identity, Tan Yun replied, “Of course! Just close your eyes and rest. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

Tan Yun felt like she’d stepped into the Republic era, with Yun Bo as the dazzling star. If Yun Bo had a cigar and blew smoke in her face, it would be the epitome of glamour.

What a bewitching little minx!

Yun Bo seductively crooked a finger. “Yun Bo hasn’t thanked Sir Tan for the ride yet.”

Tan Yun leered, stroking her hand. “And how does the great beauty Yun Bo plan to thank me?”

Yun Bo kissed her cheek. “Does sir find this satisfactory?”

“To die under the peony is to be a ghost of romance. This kiss is worth it.”

Yun Bo chuckled, settling into a comfortable position and closing her eyes. “I’ve always trusted Sir Tan’s driving skills.”

Tan Yun blushed—this “skill” had a double meaning. “I’m just decent, nothing special!”

Don’t get cocky! she reminded herself.

With that, she started the car and headed for their destination.