Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 14

Tang Wangyue remained buried in Yun Chuxian’s embrace, dying of embarrassment, before she managed to fix her expression and stand up.

“Director, Miss Yun.”

Sun Ran nodded at her. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’ll handle this.”

Zheng Shen was incredulous. “She’s the one who’s wronged?”

He wanted to argue further, but Yun Chuxian frowned and looked at the nearby bodyguards. “Get him out of here.”

The bodyguards immediately closed in. Zheng Shen swallowed hard and tossed out a weak threat. “A wise man knows when to retreat!”

One of the bodyguards gave him a firm shove, sending him stumbling. He immediately shut his mouth and behaved.

Wangyue stood obediently to the side, looking like a bullied, pitiful victim. With reddened eyes, she looked at Sun Ran. “Thank you, Director Sun.”

“It’s nothing.” Sun Ran had a very high opinion of Wangyue. she felt the girl was talented and, as a trained screenwriter, was bound to produce many great scripts in the future.

She had specifically asked Mo Lai about Wangyue’s resume—why she had stopped screenwriting after her internship. Mo Lai’s explanation was that Wangyue had seen too much unfairness and felt the environment of a film crew didn’t suit her.

No wonder. Sun Ran had tried to invite the original author of The Eldest Princess to join the crew before and had been rejected; now, it all made sense. The industry environment was ruined by people like Zheng Shen.

The more Sun Ran thought about it, the angrier she got. “I was going to give Old Chen some face by giving his ‘pretty boy’ a role, but if this is how he acts, he can get lost.”

“I’m going to go check on things. Chuxian, take a break for a while.”

Yun Chuxian nodded. After watching Sun Ran leave, she turned her gaze back to Wangyue. “What exactly is your relationship with Mo Lai?”

“What?” Wangyue didn’t understand why she was asking. Was it relevant to the incident, or was it just personal curiosity?

Yun Chuxian’s eyes were calm, but a coldness lay beneath the gentle surface. “Letting the crew know about your connection can prevent a lot of trouble.”

The fact that she and Mo Lai were best friends was known to some, but it hadn’t spread widely.

“She’s… like a sister to me?” Being the daughter of her godmother, she was basically a sister.

The warmth in Yun Chuxian’s eyes vanished instantly. Her tone turned slightly chilly. “What kind of sister?”

Wangyue suppressed a smile. “Well… we’re very close.”

Very close?

Yun Chuxian turned to leave, but she forgot her hand was still being held by Wangyue. With a slight tug, she spun around and fell right into Wangyue’s arms.

A soft chuckle sounded in her ear. “She’s my actual sister, not my… romantic sister.”

Was Tang Wangyue teasing her?

Yun Chuxian’s voice felt strangely dry. “And so?”

“So, if I were to call you ‘Sister,’ what kind of relationship would that imply?”

Wangyue folded her arms and leaned in slightly, bringing their eyes to the same level. At some point, her sun mask had been pulled down to her neck. Her clean, pure face suddenly filled Yun Chuxian’s vision.

It was clear that Wangyue was getting her revenge. After being teased so many times, it was finally her turn to strike back.

If Wangyue were truly a “good, obedient girl,” she wouldn’t have lived away from Ms. Tang for so long; she probably would have listened to her mother and gotten married ages ago. She was a filial daughter, but when it came to things she didn’t want to do, no one could force her.

She wasn’t the type to back down when teased. Of course, it depended on who was doing the teasing.

Yun Chuxian’s calm face was soon replaced by a beaming smile. She didn’t answer the question because Bai Yu walked in, announcing that the Director was ready to start filming.

Bai Yu was a bit surprised. She felt like a silent battle had just taken place between the two—and it looked like her boss hadn’t won.

Wangyue felt a twinge of regret at not hearing an answer. On set, Yun Chuxian addressed her formally as “Screenwriter Tang” or “Miss Tang,” and to be honest, it annoyed her.

A moment later, Mo Lai ran over, asking anxiously, “What happened? I heard Zheng Shen was bullying you.”

“I’m fine. You know me; I’m not that easy to pick on.” Wangyue felt quite good, savoring the memory of Yun Chuxian’s momentary fluster.

Seeing that she didn’t look traumatized, Mo Lai relaxed. “Good. That Zheng Shen is the boy-toy of Vice President Chen from the investment firm. Director Sun already kicked him out.”

Mo Lai let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness Director Sun ran into you.”

Wangyue was puzzled. “How did the Director find out?”

Mo Lai thought for a moment. “She was probably worried about me since this is my first time lead-directing a unit. I just don’t know why Yun Chuxian showed up too.”

Wangyue had her suspicions, but she wasn’t about to tell Mo Lai. “Let’s order delivery. I’ll buy you a coffee.”

Mo Lai: “…Are you sick?”

“You’re the one who’s sick.”

“I was just checking to see if you’d been possessed.”

Wangyue: “…Forget the coffee.”

“Wait, no, I’ll drink it!” Mo Lai quickly flashed a cheeky grin.

Wangyue looked at Mo Lai, hesitated, and then took out her phone to search: Yun Chuxian’s preferences.

She knew most of these “hobbies” were curated for the public, but there had to be something useful—like food and drink. If a brand prepared something she hated during an event, it would be a disaster.

After searching, she discovered that Yun Chuxian was actually quite the health enthusiast. She liked fruit tea, fresh juice, and vegetable blends. Wangyue knew a popular shop in the studio town that sold a notoriously “healthy” (read: bad-tasting) green juice.

Naturally, Wangyue immediately bought a massive 1-liter jug of it, figuring it would last Chuxian all day.

Then she bought two coffees. She liked hers with milk—a latte was perfect—while Mo Lai lived on iced Americanos. Mo Lai once tried to swap the herbal medicine her mother brewed for an iced Americano and got a legendary scolding for it.

Just as Wangyue was about to close the app, a push notification caught her eye.

#Orange Entertainment CEO Confesses to Yun Chuxian, Offers 1 Billion as Betrothal Gift#

Many people confessed to Yun Chuxian every day; her search results were full of fan declarations. But a confession like this from the CEO of Orange Entertainment was probably one of a kind.

Wangyue instinctively clicked it. The CEO of Orange Entertainment… was a woman? If it were a man, Wangyue would have thought he was delusional and that Chuxian wouldn’t give him a second glance. But the CEO was a woman—a high-powered “alpha” business type who was as beautiful as any celebrity.

And she was high-profile about being out and offering a billion-dollar gift.

Guan Ming?

Wangyue typed the name into the search bar. It turned out this person had confessed to Yun Chuxian multiple times. Her hair had changed over the years—from a buzz cut to a wolf cut to her current long hair—but her annual confessions were a constant, each one hitting the trending charts.

Yun Chuxian, however, had never once responded.

Wangyue fell silent, her lips pressed thin. A strange feeling stirred in her chest. Guan Ming and Yun Chuxian seemed to meet often; there were many photos of them together. When reporters asked Chuxian about Guan Ming’s confessions, Chuxian’s gentle expression would turn cold as she looked toward the next journalist. “Next question.”

She clearly had no interest in the subject.

Wangyue shifted closer to Mo Lai. “Do you know Guan Ming?”

“Did you see her confession to Chuxian?” Mo Lai didn’t need to ask why she was curious. Before she could answer, she clicked her radio. “Adjust Camera B1. Good, hold there. Actors in position, prepare to shoot.”

Seeing how busy she was, Wangyue was about to leave when Mo Lai added, “Guan Ming has always been into women. She’s had a lot of girlfriends, but since she’s high-profile, the people she actually dates are rarely exposed. There was one… what was her name? They did a duet once, very public, but they broke up for some reason. After that, she started confessing to Chuxian at every opportunity. Personally, I don’t think Chuxian would ever go for someone like her.”

Wangyue gave a small huff. “I didn’t ask for all that.”

Mo Lai rolled her eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t want to know?”

“Keep that mouth shut…”

Mo Lai made a zipping motion over her lips.

Wangyue checked her phone. The delivery was almost there, so she grabbed her bike to go pick it up. As she pedaled toward the gate, she saw a cluster of fan support trucks for Yun Chuxian. It looked like the security guards weren’t letting them in.

As she picked up her order, she overheard the conversation. Apparently, the fan club had arranged the support truck in advance, but the guards were suddenly refusing entry. Mo Lai had mentioned the truck was coming today and that everything had been cleared.

Seeing the young girls on the verge of tears and two others arguing with the guards, Wangyue thought for a moment and decided to call Yun Chuxian. But Chuxian was filming; the phone would be with Bai Yu.

No one picked up. She considered heading back to find Bai Yu in person. Just then, an unknown number called. Thinking it was another delivery driver, she picked up, only to hear the caller identify themselves immediately.

“Miss Tang, this is Bai Yu. Miss Yun is filming right now. If it’s something urgent, I’ll let her know as soon as she’s done.”

Normally, Bai Yu wouldn’t bother, but since it was Tang Wangyue calling, it was a different story.

Wangyue stepped away from the noise. “The fan support trucks for Miss Yun are here, but the guards won’t let them in.”

“They won’t let them in?” Bai Yu sounded surprised. “Thank you for the heads-up, Miss Tang. I’m coming right now.”

Bai Yu had questions, but she couldn’t ask Wangyue over the phone. She needed to handle this on-site.

Seeing that a conflict was about to erupt—and wanting to prevent any bad press for Chuxian—Wangyue stepped forward.

“Why are you stopping them?”

The guard looked her over. “And who are you?”

“I’m a screenwriter for the crew.”

A screenwriter? They saw her coming from the set. A writer’s status wasn’t the highest, but if she said a word to the Director, they’d be in trouble.

Their expressions softened instantly. “Ah, Screenwriter Tang. These girls won’t listen. We told them no outsiders, but they insist on coming in.”

Hearing that she was a writer, the girls ignored the risk of bringing trouble to their idol. “Miss, we had an agreement with the crew to bring the support trucks for Sister Chuxian today, but they won’t let us through!”

“You say you have an agreement? Then contact the person in charge! We told you to call someone, but you won’t do it.”

“We tried! But every time we take out our phones, you threaten to smash them!”

Wangyue was about to speak when three more support trucks arrived, covered in Yun Chuxian’s posters. The guards didn’t stop them at all; they let them pass immediately.

Following right behind was a convertible sports car. The person sitting inside was… Guan Ming?

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