Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 15

Tang Wangyue had no intention of playing judge, but Guan Ming’s arrival had clearly made a messy situation worse. Fortunately, Bai Yu arrived on the scene almost immediately.

As soon as Guan Ming’s support trucks rolled in without a hint of resistance, the fans’ emotions reached a boiling point.

“Just drive! Force our way through!”

“No, that’ll only bring bad press to Chuxian.”

“Then what the hell do they mean? we registered in advance, and the crew gave us the green light. If today isn’t good, we could have rescheduled. We’ve already spent the money—what do they mean by not letting us in?”

“Just ram the gate. I doubt they’d actually dare to stop us.”

“Don’t be impulsive. Call the police, or contact Sister Chuxian. Don’t do anything reckless.”

Seeing the situation escalate, Wangyue finally spoke up. “I’ve already contacted Miss Yun’s assistant, Bai Yu. She’s going to call the Director right away. Please, stay calm.”

A group of passionate young girls could easily let their emotions run wild, and if they did, the consequences would be severe. Seeing her speak with such composure, the fans were half-skeptical—they didn’t know if she was just trying to pacify them or if she actually had the authority to help.

The security guards were equally surprised. They hadn’t expected this woman to have a direct line to the superstar’s assistant, let alone the Director. Is she bluffing? if she was telling the truth, their little scheme was about to be exposed.

The guards exchanged looks. Their leader stepped forward. “A screenwriter, are you? Listen, this was arranged by the Director. You should just focus on writing your little scripts. There are some things you aren’t high enough to touch.”

Wangyue was floored. She hadn’t even sided with the girls yet; she had merely mentioned making a phone call, and this man was already threatening her? This confirmed it—something was definitely fishy.

“Arranged by the Director? Which one? Director Sun or Director Mo?”

In this crew, Sun Ran was the Chief Director with ultimate power. Mo Lai, while an assistant director, had full control over the B-unit. If it wasn’t one of those two, Wangyue truly didn’t care about any other “director.”

The security lead flickered with a hint of panic but doubled down. “There are people behind the Director. I suggest you mind your own business.”

Wangyue frowned. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but Yun Chuxian is a close friend of mine. If I see her fans being mistreated, I’m not going to just stand by.”

Close friend?

The guards grew visibly nervous. The fans, however, were ecstatic.

“Teacher, are you really Sister Chuxian’s friend?”

Behind her mask, Wangyue hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding firmly. “I am.”

No one could see her expression, but they believed her. Not just anyone had the contact info for Yun Chuxian’s personal assistant. For professional matters, people went through the manager; only those with a personal bond had access to Bai Yu.

Just then, Bai Yu arrived on her scooter. Seeing Wangyue, she asked urgently, “Miss Tang, what’s going on?”

“I’ll let them explain. I’m not entirely sure of the details.”

The fans swarmed Bai Yu. “Sister Bai Yu! We had an agreement to bring the support trucks today, but these men are claiming no such thing exists and won’t let us through!”

“We thought they wanted a bribe, but even after we paid them, they still blocked us!”

Wangyue added pointedly, “Several support trucks just went in. Guan Ming was in the car behind them.”

Guan Ming? Bai Yu’s expression turned grim. “The arrangement for the fans was cleared with both Director Sun and Director Mo. I don’t know why you’re blocking them, but I am taking them in. Right now.”

Bai Yu might usually look like a polite, humble assistant, but she was a force to be reckoned with when pushed. She served Yun Chuxian—a woman who held two of the industry’s three most prestigious Best Actress awards. In this circle, everyone called her “Teacher Yun.” Chuxian didn’t even need to look at these people; others would naturally punish them on her behalf.

As Chuxian’s representative, no one on the crew dared offend Bai Yu. As long as she didn’t act out in front of Sun Ran, everyone had to give her face.

The fan trucks finally moved inside, with Bai Yu leading the way and Wangyue following behind.

When they returned to the main set, a crowd had gathered. Guan Ming was sitting inside a food truck, enjoying the air conditioning while speaking through a megaphone. The sides of the truck were flipped up, offering a clear view of the interior.

“To the crew of The Eldest Princess—staff and extras alike—come and grab a meal set! If you want to thank someone, thank Miss Yun!”

Filming had halted. Chuxian had likely retreated to her trailer; as a public figure, there were many situations she couldn’t handle personally.

Sun Ran was also holding a megaphone. “President Guan, you should have given us a heads-up so I could have someone welcome you properly.”

Guan Ming came from a powerful family and was a CEO in her own right. Despite being a top director, Sun Ran couldn’t afford to offend her.

Guan Ming laughed. “Director Sun, I did tell you! I said I’d come for the opening ceremony, but you didn’t agree. So, I just brought myself.”

Sun Ran’s face darkened. “This is quite a spectacle, President Guan. It’s not appropriate.” Just showing up unannounced… who cares if you’re Orange Entertainment? You’re just a girl with a rich father.

“That’s not right, Director Sun,” Guan Ming countered shamelessly. “I’m Miss Yun’s friend. A friend visiting a friend—how is that a disturbance?”

Sun Ran’s jaw tightened. Friend? The moment she heard you were here, she locked herself in her trailer. Who said they were your friend?

Wangyue, watching from the sidelines, could see that Guan Ming was hounding Chuxian. She wasn’t sure what Chuxian’s stance was, but the actress certainly wasn’t coming out. It could be damage control, or it could be that they weren’t friends at all.

Wangyue couldn’t guess, and she told herself it was none of her business.

The lot was now crowded with Guan Ming’s trucks and the fan trucks, looking more like a night market than a film set. Bai Yu watched the scene with a headache. The fan trucks were planned, but Guan Ming was a complete surprise. And since Guan Ming was doing this “in Chuxian’s name,” Chuxian would be the one to take the heat for the disruption.

Bai Yu quickly messaged the manager, Cheng Huang. Cheng Huang, who had special notifications set for Chuxian and Bai Yu, replied instantly with a flurry of messages.

—Pacify the fans. No conflicts.

—Ignore Guan Ming. Don’t say a single word to her.

—Ask Chuxian what she wants to do. I’m booking a flight now.

Booking a flight won’t help right now, Bai Yu thought. She focused on the fans. They were easy enough to pacify; they didn’t know the details, but they knew they hated Guan Ming. Guan Ming hounded their “Sister” at every turn, causing her nothing but trouble. No one liked a stalker, least of all the fans.

The fan leader glanced at the woman standing nearby—the one wrapped entirely in black sun-gear. She didn’t talk much, but she had stepped up when it counted. A screenwriter for the crew? The girl took out her phone and checked the cast list. Lu Zhan and Liu Cheng had photos; the only one without a photo was Tang Wangyue. She said she was Sister’s friend? No, she said ‘close friend’. You only use that word when the relationship is deep.

“We owe Screenwriter Tang for this. Otherwise, we would have been bullied into silence.”

“Yeah, what’s with this crew? What kind of security did they hire?”

“Should we organize the fans to put some pressure on the production?”

“No, the shoot has already started. This probably isn’t the Director’s fault—it’s likely just some rogue low-level staff. Let’s see how the crew handles it first.”

“Okay. But we need an explanation. Sis, should you contact the family?”

“Wait. I don’t want a mutually destructive fight with Guan Ming yet.” Guan Ling adjusted her mask. What a small world. She had run away to chase her idol, only to find her half-sister was here chasing the woman. Given their mother’s personality, she’d definitely be in trouble if this got back.

She was the child of her father and current wife, while Guan Ming was from the first marriage. With the first wife deceased, Guan Ming had all the “emotional leverage” at home. Despite being the younger sister, Guan Ling was always the one expected to yield. She chose to endure; the family would find out about Guan Ming’s stunt soon enough anyway.

The set was currently a chaotic mess thanks to Guan Ming’s presence. Wangyue wondered how Chuxian would handle this to minimize the damage. With the shoot interrupted and countless people filming on their phones, this could stay on the trending charts for three days, ruining Chuxian’s reputation for professionalism.

Seeing the chaos, Wangyue idled over to Mo Lai and handed her a coffee. “Can’t the crew do anything?”

“How?” Mo Lai sighed. “The CEO of Orange Entertainment, whose father is the Chairman of Apollo Video… that’s literal Capital personified.”

Wangyue bit her lip and started to back away.

Mo Lai grabbed her. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.” Wangyue gave a dry laugh and quickly slipped away.

She circled the set until she reached Chuxian’s trailer. The trailer had a 360-degree security mode that allowed Chuxian to see everything within a ten-meter radius. Chuxian had been watching the drama unfold when she spotted a “sneaky” Tang Wangyue. What is my little liar up to?

Wangyue wasn’t actually being that sneaky; she was just trying to figure out how to get to the trailer without being noticed. Security had cordoned off the area. Should she just tell the guards she wanted to see Chuxian? If Chuxian refused, it would be mortifying.

While she was hesitating, a female bodyguard walked up to her. “Miss Tang, my boss would like you to come inside.”

Boss? Yun Chuxian.

Wangyue followed her in. Bai Yu was already there, looking incredibly grave.

“Miss Tang, thank you for today. If it weren’t for you, the fans would still be stuck outside.”

Wangyue shook her head. “It was nothing.”

“I’m going to go check on the crew’s plan. You two talk.”

Once Bai Yu left, they were alone.

“Looking for me?” Chuxian asked with a playful tilt of her head. “Worried about me?”

Wangyue: “…” Who’s worried?!

She placed the massive jug of green juice in front of Chuxian. “For the ‘fire’.” In Traditional Chinese Medicine terms—to cool down her stress.

Chuxian let out a low laugh. “If I have a ‘fire’ right now, it’s likely because of you.”

What?!

Wangyue’s face flushed instantly. Memories of their intimacy the night before flooded her mind. Of course she had a “fire.” And that kind of heat couldn’t be cured by any herbal tea—the only antidote was the person sitting across from her.

And Yun Chuxian was only interested in starting the fire, not putting it out.

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