Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 17

No one outside knew that two people were behind the privacy curtain; they all assumed Yun Chuxian was alone.

Well, Bai Yu knew. She stood guard as close to the trailer door as possible to ensure no one barged in and caused a scene.

Behind the curtain, Tang Wangyue was incredibly tense. If someone saw her sitting this close to Yun Chuxian right now, it would be impossible to explain away the misunderstanding.

As if sensing her unease, Yun Chuxian lowered her gaze to Wangyue’s lips. She leaned in, stopping just before their mouths met. The distance between them was less than a finger’s width. If either of them leaned forward even a fraction, their lips would touch—yet neither made the move.

Just as Wangyue was about to find her voice, Chuxian spoke. Her words, however, were directed toward the people outside.

“Director Sun, I came to this crew to film. The production has a responsibility to ensure my safety and protect me from external harassment. If the crew cannot manage that, I have every right to wonder if you believe you can take advantage of me simply because I’ve already signed the contract.”

The unspoken threat followed: she would terminate the contract. It was explicitly stated in her terms that if the production caused such issues, the actor had grounds for termination. With her stature in the industry, she was the one in the position of power.

As Chuxian spoke, her sweet, warm breath fanned across Wangyue’s face, sending the writer’s heart into a violent, rhythmic thrum. Chuxian was letting out harsh words to the public, yet her expression wasn’t harsh at all—it was actually quite seductive.

When Wangyue swallowed, her subtle throat line moving, Chuxian let out a soft chuckle before finally shifting off her lap.

As the warm, soft weight left her, Wangyue felt a sudden, uncomfortable emptiness. Part of her wanted that warmth to stay in her arms forever. Being so brazenly teased had left a lingering restlessness in her chest; it felt as though she had swallowed a tiny sun that was radiating heat throughout her body.

As someone with social anxiety who generally disliked physical contact, Wangyue should have been repulsed. Instead, her mind was stuck on the replay, savoring every second. She couldn’t ignore the nerves—or the growing desire to be even closer to the woman.

Outside, Sun Ran and Guan Ming were arguing, but Wangyue didn’t hear a word of it. Not until Chuxian whispered, “Screenwriter Tang, you’re sweating.”

Chuxian had reached out and taken her hand, feeling the dampness on her palm. “Are you that hot, Miss Tang?” Her voice lingered on every syllable, teasing and playful. “If it’s too warm, I’ll just close the door.”

Chuxian had said what needed to be said. She trusted Sun Ran to give her a satisfactory resolution.

With a definitive click, the trailer door closed, leaving the people outside in a momentary state of shock. Sun Ran knew then that Chuxian—who was famous for her good temper—was truly furious.

And rightfully so. If this happened to anyone, they’d be livid. It was like a girl being stalked to her office by a stranger she happened to share a bus with; if the office was disrupted and the girl wasn’t powerful enough, the blame for the lost productivity would fall on her. To Chuxian, Guan Ming was an unmitigated disaster, and the crew’s negligence had allowed it to happen.

Sun Ran had already identified the staff member who had taken the bribe to let Guan Ming in. She had to give Chuxian an explanation, but the challenge was doing so without completely offending Guan Ming.

The closed trailer door was a silent signal: Chuxian was waiting for an answer.

Sun Ran took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Someone settle the bill for the food trucks. Today is on the production—including the one for Miss Yun’s fans. We’ll arrange another time for the fan visit.”

The fans didn’t mind much, especially since the Director promised a future date. Guan Ming, however, was annoyed. “Sun Ran, what is that supposed to mean?”

“President Guan, every second on a film set costs money. If this continues, we won’t be able to shoot anything today.” Sun Ran remained calm. Orange Entertainment wasn’t a huge threat, and while Apollo Video was a giant, this drama wasn’t airing on their platform. The backer of Jingwei Video—where the show would air—could crush Apollo Video any day. She wasn’t afraid.

Guan Ming was a brat, but she wasn’t a fool. Her entertainment company was a family project that hadn’t produced any real stars and was transitioning into influencer management. The industry was only polite to her because of her father. Sun Ran’s stance made it clear: she had chosen Chuxian over Guan Ming.

Offending Guan Ming didn’t necessarily mean offending her father, but offending Chuxian meant the death of the Eldest Princess project and a nightmare with Jingwei Video.

Guan Ming’s face darkened. She had dated many female stars; her sexuality was common knowledge, and even straight women were often willing to date her for the resources she provided. Did Yun Chuxian think she was so famous she could ignore Capital?

“Fine,” Guan Ming huffed. “I’ll give you face. I’m leaving.”

There were plenty of rich heirs who caused trouble, but few were as high-profile and reckless as Guan Ming. To be honest, unless someone was desperate for exposure, no one would date her. Interestingly, since she had set her sights on Chuxian, Guan Ming had actually “toned it down”—which was a ridiculous thought given her current behavior. Sun Ran had zero positive feelings for the troublemaker.

Chuxian had sent word: if the matter wasn’t resolved by 4:00 PM, she wouldn’t be filming today. Sun Ran figured that since so much had happened, they might as well call it a day and regroup. She wasn’t superstitious, but she was starting to wonder if the opening ceremony’s prayers hadn’t been sincere enough.

Even without being outside, Chuxian could guess how things were playing out. She hadn’t stayed at the top of the industry for ten years through luck alone.

Once Guan Ming and the fans left, peace returned to the set. However, Chuxian still ordered her driver to head back to the hotel. She leaned back against the seat, looking suddenly exhausted—a far cry from her provocative behavior moments ago.

Wangyue felt a pang of heartache. Noticing the gaze, Chuxian’s eyes softened into a gentle look. “Wondering why we’re going back to the hotel?”

She had to make her stance clear; otherwise, this would happen again with a different investor. She had made it this far without compromising, and she wasn’t about to start now. But she realized Wangyue had seen a side of her that wasn’t exactly “gentle.”

“No,” Wangyue replied.

Chuxian raised an eyebrow. She reached out and touched Wangyue’s face, her cold rose scent preceding her hand. Her chilled fingertips brushed lightly against Wangyue’s skin.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

Wangyue blinked and said with total seriousness, “What if someone sees me getting out of your car at the hotel? What then?”

“You’re afraid of being photographed?” Chuxian’s gaze turned curious. The little liar really didn’t think like most people. In a world where people would kill for a “scandal” with her, Wangyue was actually worried.

“Of course I am. I don’t even have a partner yet. If people misunderstand, how am I supposed to find one?”

The smile vanished from Chuxian’s face. She’s worried about being photographed because she wants to find a partner… implying that partner isn’t me.

Chuxian pursed her lips slightly. “Am I not your partner?”

“Blind date partner,” Wangyue corrected.

“Auntie Tang seems to think we’ve already…” Chuxian’s voice trailed off suggestively, making Wangyue think of her mother’s knowing looks. Ms. Tang already assumed they were sharing a bed and doing everything they shouldn’t be doing; she was even buying gifts to visit Chuxian’s mother after the shoot wrapped.

Wangyue wanted to argue, but she stopped when she saw the flash of mischief in Chuxian’s eyes. “It’s a false reputation. I’m taking the blame for things I haven’t even done.”

“Oh? Does that mean you want us to live up to the reputation?” Chuxian narrowed her beautiful fox-like eyes and leaned her weight against Wangyue’s arm.

Wangyue was speechless. If she said yes, it meant she wanted to… she really couldn’t win against this woman. Who would have guessed that the cool, graceful star on screen would be like this in private?

Seductive, captivating… well, it was actually quite nice. As long as this side of Chuxian was reserved only for her.

Wangyue suppressed a smile and kept her voice flat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Chuxian leaned her head on Wangyue’s shoulder, her face turning toward Wangyue’s neck. Her fragrant breath tickled the sensitive skin there, making Wangyue’s waist go weak as she fought a shiver.

Then, a soft, ambiguous voice whispered, “Then tonight… I’ll teach you?”

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