What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 9

Memories surged like waves, and two peonies fell from her temples. The beauty covered her face with powdered sleeves, each step a twist of fate, the painted fan silently dropping, startling the dreamer awake.

Suddenly realizing that lovesickness goes unnoticed, only because it has already seeped into the bones.

“Yun Bo!” Tan Yun’s heart wrenched with sudden pain as she forcefully pushed away the restraints before her.

A breeze filled her sleeves as that person turned, lips parting slightly, as if murmuring Du Liniang’s line, “For your beauty like a flower, and fleeting years like flowing water.”

Yun Bo stood opposite her, two pink peonies adorning her ears, a faint smile on her lips. “I’m here.”

A blush crept onto Tan Yun’s face. “I—I will definitely go.”

“I know.”

Cheng Xiaoai staggered from the push, taking a moment to steady herself before grabbing Tan Yun’s arm and glaring. “Have you lost your mind? Can’t you understand anything I’m saying?”

“I…” I can’t control myself. She couldn’t explain where this overwhelming emotion, ready to burst forth, had come from.

Cheng Xiaoai knew further words would fall on deaf ears, so she gave up. Yet the sight of that beauty unsettled her, as if Tan Yun would be doomed the moment she fell in.

Watching the beauty walk away, Tan Yun covered her face. “Xiaoai, I was too impulsive just now.”

“At least you’re not completely stupid,” Cheng Xiaoai sighed, patting her shoulder.

“Xiaoai, come shopping for clothes with me!” Her eyes sparkled—clearly no joke. Cheng Xiaoai could only sigh, realizing her earlier words had been wasted.

“How about this?” Tan Yun felt happiness had come too suddenly—the beauty had actually invited her for juice.

She pinched her cheek hard, wincing in pain but still disbelieving, tugging at Cheng Xiaoai repeatedly. “Xiaoai, am I not daydreaming, right?”

Cheng Xiaoai’s lips twitched, baffled by her excitement. Gripping Tan Yun’s shoulders, she spoke sternly, “Yes, you’re not daydreaming.”

Even if she didn’t want this fool to sink into love’s quagmire, she could only pray for her luck—to offer a shoulder when she got hurt.

“Xiaoai, do I really look good in this? Isn’t it too conservative?” Tan Yun examined herself in the mirror, debating whether to buy the high-slit miniskirt on the mannequin.

Cheng Xiaoai rolled her eyes, stepping back to assess with arms crossed. The pink V-neck chiffon puff sleeves paired with white cropped pants. “Conservative? Look how playful and cute this is!”

Tan Yun leaned in again, spotting a youthful charm this time, hesitating. “Do you think she prefers mature and steady types?”

“What are you thinking?” Cheng Xiaoai flicked her forehead. “She invited you for juice when you were in a bikini this morning. You think she likes ‘mature and steady’?”

Tan Yun had an epiphany. “You mean she likes fiery and passionate?”

“Fiery my foot. Just take this one.”

After changing, they headed to the seaside drink shop to wait. As the agreed time approached, Tan Yun whispered, “Xiaoai, when she arrives, could you leave for a bit?”

Stirring the lemon in her cup, Cheng Xiaoai was firm. “No!”

“Xiaoai, please?” Tan Yun shook her arm pleadingly.

Standing at the entrance, Yun Bo watched Tan Yun like this, lips pressed together, a sour ache in her heart as she strode toward them.