Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 1

A typhoon warning had been issued. Dark clouds gathered thickly over the city, and it looked as if the sky had been ripped open; a torrential downpour came crashing down.

Inside the airport terminal, thousands of fans sat quietly together. They didn’t shout or cause a scene, just sat in neat rows holding banners, even making sure to leave walkways clear for passersby.

The name written across those banners and printed on the life-sized cardboard stands was one everyone recognized: Yun Chuxian.

After a while, someone who looked like her assistant stepped forward.
“Chuxian has arranged buses for everyone. Please board them in order in a bit. Next time, you shouldn’t come meet her at the airport in such heavy rain, alright?”

“We understand,” the fans answered sweetly.

The incident quickly made it onto the trending list.

#Fans brave storm to meet Yun Chuxian — Actress prepares twenty buses to send them home safely#

Comments flooded in.

“Yun Chuxian’s fans are so lucky.”

 “She’s really such a gentle person.”

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Tang Wangyue sat in the back of a taxi, idly scrolling through those fan comments before tapping into one of Yun Chuxian’s performance videos.

Just looking at Yun Chuxian’s face, it was easy to forget to pay attention to her acting. There were plenty of beautiful actresses in the entertainment industry, but someone as ethereally stunning as her. She was one in a million. That perfectly sculpted face could only be one of Nuwa’s most exquisite creations.

Of course, there were plenty of rumors about her private life. None had ever been proven, though—mostly gossip built on thin air.

Still, Yun Chuxian had a long list of works to her name and had stayed popular for over a decade. Her standards were high; she’d successfully transitioned to film a few years ago and was now regarded as one of the most accomplished actresses to have crossed over from TV dramas.

Recently, word had it that Yun Chuxian was considering new television scripts. Production companies rushed to submit theirs, desperate for her approval.

She might not be a guaranteed box-office draw, but she was a ratings magnet. For most actors, breaking a million in popularity was tough yet for her, it happened effortlessly.

What Tang Wangyue never expected… was that Yun Chuxian would take the lead role in the drama adapted from her novel.

When her friend Mo Lai told her, Tang’s first reaction was disbelief. Her second thought; well, with a face like that, she really does suit my heroine.

As for all those rumors, Tang never paid them any mind.

Watching Yun Chuxian’s captivating face on screen, those limited, subtle expressions that still managed to convey emotion. Tang had to admit, Yun’s acting talent was undeniable. She wasn’t just a pretty face.

Mo Lai had messaged her not for her opinion, but to ask if Tang wanted to join the screenwriting team now that Yun Chuxian was involved.

Mo Lai, a long-time assistant director, basically the one who handled all the grunt work—was in charge of the B unit this time. She worried things might not be handled properly and wanted Tang, the original author, to keep an eye on things.

But Tang was an introvert. Following the crew didn’t interest her much. What did interest her, though, was the lead actress.

The heroine of that story was her personal favorite. Now that Yun Chuxian had been cast, Tang couldn’t help but pay attention.

After watching a few clips of Yun’s performances, she sent Mo Lai a short message:

The female lead is perfect.

And it was true. Gentle, kind-hearted and different from other celebrities who treated fans like tools. Yun Chuxian seemed genuinely good.

Mo Lai immediately replied with several excited messages:

“So? Are you coming or not?”
“Listen, if your script blows up because of Yun Chuxian, your next copyright deal could go for millions. You should be on set to make adjustments—quality control, you know?”

Tang smiled as she typed back:

“My mom’s making me go on a blind date. I probably won’t have time. Besides, I’m just a small-time screenwriter. It’s not like I have any say over production.”

“Excuses,” Mo Lai shot back. “Don’t use a blind date to dodge me. The crew isn’t as scary as you think.”

Then another message popped up:

“You might be a small screenwriter, but you’re still the original author. I’d feel a lot better with you around.”

Tang leaned against the car window, replying lazily:

“Would you dare ignore your mother’s orders? Or the producer’s? Or the director’s?”

“Of course not,” Mo Lai answered.

Tang couldn’t help but laugh. A moment later, another message came through:

“Honestly, you’re doing fine! After taxes, your copyright income from this deal is what, several hundred W? You’re pretty and you earn well. Why do you even need a blind date? Your mom’s too anxious.”

Tang quickly typed back:

“My relatives still call me a poor novelist.”

She had started writing in college, then moved into screenwriting after graduation. After a miserable stint working under a mentor on set, she’d retreated back to her tiny rental to write novels again.

She had written plenty of scripts too; printed and stacked in a cabinet and just collecting dust. No names, no buyers. But her novels? Several had already been adapted for screen.

Still, to her relatives, she was just a broke writer avoiding the real world.

Maybe they weren’t wrong. She didn’t care to prove them otherwise. She rarely saw family, had few friends, and preferred to keep to herself.

The taxi pulled up to the arranged blind date location. The rain had stopped. Tang stepped out, curious why the person had chosen a spot in the old district.

This was where she had grown up;a cluster of aging buildings that hadn’t been demolished because redevelopment costs were too high. Some of the small shops from her childhood were still around.

The meeting spot was a café on the first floor of the only upscale mall in the area. The owner was an old acquaintance.

Once she arrived, Tang snapped a photo and sent it to her mother:

I’m here.

Her mother didn’t reply. Probably busy again.

Ever since Tang had refused to get a normal job after graduation, her mother had been eager to marry her off. Exhausted from the constant pressure, Tang had once hinted that she liked women, hoping her mom would drop it.

At first, her mother couldn’t accept it. Then, after some thought, she’d shrugged. She’s my daughter—what am I going to do, disown her?

But who could’ve guessed that acceptance would be followed by action. Her mother actually found her a woman to go on a blind date with. From the photo, the woman didn’t seem too invested with a just mask and hat, though clearly good-looking.

And her mother had threatened her: if she didn’t show up, she shouldn’t bother coming home again.

So here she was. Tang sighed, having dressed simply. Just a light blue striped shirt, matching shorts. She liked sets. Easy to coordinate, polite enough.

She found a quiet corner. Her mother had said the other woman already knew what she looked like.

Apparently, they’d once been neighbors. Tang used to trail after her as a kid. Now the woman had made something of herself, just wasn’t interested in marriage, much to her family’s frustration.

Frustrated enough to set her up with another woman, huh? Guess they’re pretty open-minded.

Tang ordered a glass of lemon water. The moment the time was up, she planned to leave without hesitation.

Minutes ticked by. No one came. Just as she was about to stand, a figure appeared before her.

Hat. Mask. Just like the photo.
She’d only ever seen celebrities disguised like that on the news.

“Tang Wangyue?”

The voice was cool and clear, like a mountain stream—soft, melodic, and utterly captivating.

Tang looked up. Their eyes met.

The woman’s gaze was calm, unreadable still as a deep well. She carried herself like a goddess watching over the mortal world, detached from everything happening below.

Tang frowned. As much as she liked women’s voices, that didn’t mean she appreciated this attitude.

Coming to a blind date dressed like that; hat, mask—what was that supposed to mean?

Maybe she was just like her—dragged here by her family.
That made things much easier.

Tang Wangyue gave her a polite smile.
“Well, we’ve met. Since neither of us is really interested in this blind date, you can just tell them it was my fault.”

Then she added, almost as an afterthought, “I’ve already paid for the drinks.”

She stood up, ready to leave, when the woman suddenly spoke again.
“How do you know I’m not interested?”

Tang Wangyue froze. The woman removed her mask, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty—refined, graceful, almost divine. She looked even more stunning than she did on television.

The online comments hadn’t exaggerated. The camera could never capture even a tenth of Yun Chuxian’s beauty.

Tang Wangyue had just been watching her videos earlier that day. She never imagined that her blind date would turn out to be the famous actress herself.

Just one look at that face made her heart tremble.

Who could have guessed that the person she had been chatting about a few hours ago would now be standing right in front of her?

“Yun… you….” Tang Wangyue glanced nervously around. “Put your mask back on.”

Yun Chuxian’s lips curved into a faint, polite smile that somehow still felt distant.
“It’s fine. There aren’t many people here.”

She was right. The spot Tang Wangyue had chosen was secluded. Unless someone came right up to them, no one would notice.

Remembering that Yun Chuxian was going to play the lead in her adapted drama, Tang Wangyue sat back down. Her gaze fell naturally on the actress before her. The long, wavy black hair that draped over her shoulders gave off an aura of warmth and grace. Yet there was also a touch of modern charm in her. Her clear, expressive eyes and delicate features seemed to have been sculpted with care.

Yun Chuxian’s beauty was a paradox; refined and alluring at once. It was no wonder she could handle such a wide range of roles. She could be the bright and lively girl, the sharp and confident career woman, the untouchable goddess, or even the valiant and heroic figure.

Her striking bone structure had set her apart since her debut. For years, she had remained at the top of every beauty ranking. Time had only made her allure more mature, her charm more dangerous.

A true top-tier beauty, indeed her reputation was well-deserved.

Yun Chuxian lifted her cup and took a small sip of water, her movements graceful.
“So, you recognize me,” she said gently.

Tang Wangyue nodded and met her calm, fathomless gaze.
“I do.”

There was something mesmerizing about her eyes just one glance made Tang Wangyue’s heartbeat quicken uncontrollably.

Yun Chuxian smiled softly and extended her hand.
“Nice to meet you. I’m your blind date, Yun Chuxian.”

Her smile was warm, but when one looked closer, her eyes were as clear and cold as still water.

Being on a blind date with Yun Chuxian felt like standing beneath the moonlight on a mountain. She was the moon, radiant and distant, while Tang Wangyue was merely a tree that the light brushed past, never lingering.

Knowing her place, Tang Wangyue smiled sincerely.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about this. I’ll let both our families know it didn’t work out. They can just say it was my fault for leaving early. We never actually met.”

Yun Chuxian raised an eyebrow, interrupting her.
“But we did meet.”

That was such a strange thing to say. It reminded Tang Wangyue of how her mother used to make excuses for being late by saying she hadn’t woken up on time.

Had Yun Chuxian never lied to her parents before? She must have been a very obedient child.

Tang Wangyue was at a loss for words. After a moment, she sighed.
“Then we’ll tell the truth.”

She stood up without saying goodbye. After all, they came from two completely different worlds—one a top-tier celebrity, the other a small-time screenwriter. There was no reason for them to cross paths again.

Yun Chuxian watched her leave, her fingers twitching slightly, as if she were holding herself back.

Then she put on her sunglasses, followed after her, and caught hold of Tang Wangyue’s sleeve.
“I’ll take you home.”

Tang Wangyue froze. The faint scent on Yun Chuxian’s body drifted around her—cool roses mingled with a quiet, restrained warmth. Her heart skipped a beat, and her ears burned.

She couldn’t help glancing at the woman beside her. The loose white blouse with its deep V-neck, the sleeves casually rolled up, and the straight-cut trousers made her legs look impossibly long. The overall look radiated confidence and allure.

Before she realized it, Yun Chuxian had already guided her into the car parked outside the café.

The scent was stronger inside—bitter roses, refined and elegant, a fragrance that spoke of someone proud, self-assured, and unyielding.

For all her apparent gentleness, Yun Chuxian didn’t feel as mild as she looked.

Tang Wangyue couldn’t understand why this woman, who had only just met her, insisted on personally driving her home. She was polite to her fans, that much was clear but this was far more intimate than simple kindness.

They sat in the back seat, separated from the driver by a tinted divider. The enclosed space left only the two of them.

The fragrance surrounded Tang Wangyue, as if invisible arms were holding her close. It felt dreamlike and so unreal.

She thought to herself how surreal it was to be sitting in the car of such a famous actress.

Out of the corner of her eye, she stole glances at Yun Chuxian, who sat upright and composed, her posture elegant, her face perfectly calm.

Maybe it was the scent again, but Tang Wangyue found herself thinking that the woman smelled delicious.

Her back stiffened, her lips pressed into a line, and her hands rested neatly on her knees. She sat very straight, looking far too proper, almost nervous.

Meanwhile, the woman beside her was the very picture of temptation—an enchanting older woman who could make anyone’s heart waver.

If this continued, she was sure she would suffocate.
“You can drop me off near the subway station,” she said softly.

But instead of answering, Yun Chuxian turned toward her. The warmth of her gaze made Tang Wangyue’s ears grow even hotter.

Then Yun Chuxian smiled; genuinely this time, her expression softer than before.
“Your family must be really eager for you to get married, huh?”

The question caught Tang Wangyue off guard. She turned her head slightly, thinking Yun Chuxian only wanted to make conversation.
“Yes. My mom’s afraid I’ll end up alone.”

“Never been in a relationship before?”

There was something in Yun Chuxian’s tone—something satisfied, almost teasing. Tang Wangyue thought she might have imagined it.

She didn’t answer the question. “What about you? You’re a big star. I doubt you’re in a rush to date.”

“I am,” Yun Chuxian said simply.

The answer surprised Tang Wangyue, leaving her unsure how to respond.

An awkward silence followed. Then, all of a sudden, she felt the air between them grow warmer.

Even though there was still a small distance between them, she could feel Yun Chuxian’s presence pressing closer, her warmth brushing against her skin.

When she gathered her courage to look over, she realized Yun Chuxian had indeed leaned a little closer. With the motion of the car, their shoulders almost touched.

Her heart fluttered wildly. “You…”

“That’s why,” Yun Chuxian said softly, her voice as gentle as a whisper, “we could give it a try.”

“What?” Tang Wangyue’s throat tightened, her heartbeat stumbling before racing ahead again.

Try it? She must have misheard.

Her hand tightened around the bottle of water she was holding, and by mistake, she caught Yun Chuxian’s fingers as well. She pulled away in a panic.

Yun Chuxian’s gaze lingered on her, cool yet burning at the same time.

Tang Wangyue’s posture went even straighter. Her heart felt like it had skipped a beat, only to start pounding faster than ever.
“Yun….” she tried to speak, but the name caught in her throat.

Yun Chuxian laughed softly, her tone laced with quiet seduction.
“You don’t want to?”

Tang Wangyue turned her head toward her. From this angle, she could see the elegant curve of the woman’s back, her graceful figure outlined in the dim light. Desire stirred faintly in her chest.

Just then, the car came to an abrupt stop. Yun Chuxian lost her balance and fell sideways. Tang Wangyue instinctively caught her around the waist, pulling her close.

For a brief, dizzying moment, all she could smell was the intoxicating scent of cold roses. Her throat tightened, and her heart thudded wildly against her ribs.

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