What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 8

Cheng Xiaoai flicked her forehead with a finger. “Stop overthinking. What’s yours won’t escape you.”

Tan Yun rubbed her head and snorted dismissively. “You only reap what you sow, understand?”

“Alright, alright, I don’t understand.” Cheng Xiaoai patted her shoulder. “Hurry back and pack. I just booked our flights and hotel online.”

When they reached the beauty’s doorstep, Tan Yun hesitated again. The key burned in her palm, ultimately tempted by the scene behind the door. Cradling the key, she silently prayed before tremblingly inserting it into the lock. With a gentle turn, the door creaked open.

Gulping, she cautiously stepped inside and closed the door behind her, tentatively calling out, “Hello… miss?”

Receiving no response, she gathered courage and entered the living room. Her eyes immediately landed on a meter-tall framed sketch of a woman hanging on the wall.

The subject wore a longevity lock with auspicious cloud patterns around her neck, holding a round fan that obscured her face—revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes. Though her expression remained hidden, the gentle gaze suggested a smile, focused intently on one spot.

A sliver of neck peeked from beneath the Ruyi collar, while her left foot lifted slightly under pleated skirts, revealing red embroidered shoes. Every intricate pattern was meticulously rendered with deliberate strokes.

Unconsciously, a wave of sorrow welled up in her chest. Tan Yun averted her gaze only to find tears streaming down her face. Beside the sketch was an elegantly handwritten line:

“To meet is to see within the heart; half-veiled, better left as longing.”

The meaning seemed to be: meeting exists only in the heart; keeping the face half-hidden preserves the yearning.

This paradoxical sentiment carried intense longing. Tan Yun found herself deeply jealous of a mere painting. Wiping her tears, she pointed at the figure and pouted, “You can only smile here. I’ll go smile in the beauty’s bedroom instead.”

True to her word, she dashed into the bedroom. Seeing the large bed, she couldn’t resist throwing herself onto it, rolling around gleefully before burying her face in the pillow for a deep inhale.

The scent of jasmine.

“Beauty, oh beauty, I adore you,” she murmured excitedly, hugging the pillow as she rolled from headboard to footboard, imagining it was the beauty herself. Uncontrolled desire flushed her cheeks crimson.

Only after pressing the pillow beneath her and planting fervent kisses did she realize she’d gone too far. Quickly straightening the sheets, she clutched the pillow and distracted herself by admiring the room’s decor.

Her gaze eventually settled on the carved wardrobe. I’ve already rolled on the bed. Peeking at the wardrobe can’t hurt—I’m no thief, she reasoned.

Stealthily opening it, she pursed her lips at the assortment of Opera costumes inside—not what she wanted to see.

The second wardrobe made her eyes widen. As she reached out to touch, her other hand slapped it away. Taking a deep breath, she scolded herself, “Where are your manners? Look with your eyes, not your hands!”

Even as she spoke, she swallowed hard. After mentally noting the beauty’s size, she shut the door hastily to prevent further temptation.

Catching her breath, she looked down at her modest chest and resolved solemnly: I must schedule a breast augmentation soon.

“Ugh, breast augmentation?” Tan Yun said with self-disgust, then cupped her flushed cheeks shyly, “Would augmented beauties feel nice to touch?”

“Hey hey, Tan Yun you pervert!”

She had wanted to watch a while longer, but her phone rang. Cheng Xiaoai called to remind her to quickly pack her things.

Returning home, Tan Mu had already packed her belongings. “Xiaoai just called saying you should hurry to the airport.”

“Okay.” She kissed Tan Mu’s cheek with a loud smack, then dragged her suitcase out. Before leaving, she kissed the door and waved at it, “Beauty, wait for me to come back~”

The sea breeze was gentle as Tan Yun buried her feet in the sand, listening to the waves lapping.

Cheng Xiaoai, wearing a swimsuit, tossed her hair in the water and glanced at Tan Yun still in her dress, refusing to go in. Frustrated, she walked over, “Tan Yun, you’re no fun. Look around—who else on this beach is bundled up like a dumpling?”

Tan Yun tilted her head and blinked her big eyes, “You wouldn’t understand. Only my beloved gets to see my graceful figure.”

Cheng Xiaoai flicked her forehead, “Did you leave your brain at the neighbor’s house before coming out?”

“No!” Tan Yun corrected her seriously, “I left my heart there.”

“Lose what heart!” Cheng Xiaoai patted her head threateningly, “If you don’t get up, I’ll strip you naked, believe me?”

“Xiaoai!” Tan Yun grabbed her hand pitifully, “I don’t want to change clothes.”

Cheng Xiaoai wasn’t having it. She pulled her toward the hotel, took out a swimsuit from the closet, and placed it in her hands. “Sweetie, you’ve got three minutes. If you’re not changed by then, I’m coming in to undress you myself.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll change!” Tan Yun lifted a corner of the swimsuit, gulped, and muttered, “So little fabric, and the design isn’t even nice.”

But she had no choice. She undid her straps and changed into the swimsuit, rubbing her arms before opening the door. “Happy now?”

Cheng Xiaoai stroked her chin, looking her up and down with a satisfied smirk. “Tsk tsk, not bad at all.”

They headed downstairs, Cheng Xiaoai wrapping an arm around her waist and pinching her soft flesh. “Sweetie, listen—there’s supposed to be a film shoot on the water later. If you’re bored, go check it out. I’m off to flirt.”

Tan Yun thought, “No way I’m going.”

In the distance, a figure under a parasol suddenly stopped, frowning.

Youyou followed her gaze and saw two young, pretty girls chatting and laughing as they walked toward the shore.

“Duanduan, we should go get ready,” she whispered to the increasingly grim-faced woman.

Yun Bo nodded, then strode toward the pair. Knowing her stubbornness, Youyou gritted her teeth and followed.

At the beach, Cheng Xiaoai pinched Tan Yun’s cheek and warned, “If you dare go back and change, tonight you’ll—”

Tan Yun shrank back at her fierce expression. To Yun Bo, who was rapidly approaching, the scene looked like playful flirting.

Just as Tan Yun was about to reply, “I got it!”, she heard someone behind her call her name softly.

Turning around, she saw the sea breeze tousling the strands of hair on the person’s forehead, the pink robe embroidered with peonies fluttering gracefully in the wind. The woman curved her lips into a warm smile.

“Bea—bea—beautiful…” Tan Yun was so startled she became a stuttering mess. She smacked her forehead hard before finally straightening out her tongue. “The girl next door?”

Yun Bo slightly lowered her head, smoothing her sleeves to reveal a pair of delicate, jade-like hands. “I’d like to invite you for a drink. How about it?”

Tan Yun let out an astonished “Ah,” still processing the offer when Cheng Xiaoai suddenly gripped her shoulder. Xiaoai had a feeling this woman wasn’t as simple as she seemed—there was something dangerous lurking beneath that smile, or at least that’s what she believed.

“You’re that performer living next to Tan Yun?” Cheng Xiaoai pulled Tan Yun back, shielding her.

“Xiaoai!” Tan Yun patted her shoulder, glaring at her with an expression that clearly said, I’m angry now.

Xiaoai glared right back, whispering a warning, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? Do you even know what she’s after? She could sell you off and you’d still be counting the money for her. Have you already forgotten Gu Yuan’s lesson?”

Hearing this, Tan Yun froze, blinking at the beauty across from her.

Just then, Youyou caught up and murmured in her ear, “Duanduan, the director’s looking for you.”

Yun Bo lowered her gaze, disappointment flickering in her eyes as her wide sleeves cascaded like flowing water, concealing her hands once more.

“I’ll be waiting at the café at twelve. I hope you’ll come.”