Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 2

“Someone cut us off. Everyone’s fine.”

The voice crackling from the intercom on the center console jolted them both, breaking the heavy silence between the two women still tangled together.

Yun Chuxian sat up with practiced composure, acting as though the little accident hadn’t happened at all.

Tang Wangyue, however, was in a daze. Was that really an accident? She could still feel the woman’s lingering warmth; the scent of her was everywhere.

Yun Chuxian’s eyes were slightly rimmed with red. She held her breath, clearly reining in some hidden emotion.

“Did you hit something?” Wangyue asked, leaning in to check on her.

She felt a bit out of her depth facing this woman, whose eyes were currently clouded with a soft mist.

Yun Chuxian shook her head. “I just bumped my nose by mistake.”

Right… Wangyue’s gaze drifted to the other woman’s wrist. She was wearing a simple red string bracelet with a tiny “zongzi” charm. It was the kind of cheap trinket everyone loved to wear during the Dragon Boat Festival when they were kids—red string and rice dumplings, meant to ward off evil and bring good health.

The festival had just passed, and nearly every child in the Yuexiao region had one of these on their wrist.

This particular red string looked old, but it was impeccably preserved. She must cherish it deeply. A superstar like her surely had access to any jewelry she wanted; for her to wear this, the person who gave it to her must be incredibly important.

Wangyue pulled her gaze away. “As long as you’re okay.”

She unconsciously rubbed her thigh. Her mid-length shorts had ridden up quite high when she sat down, and when Yun Chuxian had fallen, her hand had gripped Wangyue’s thigh. It hadn’t been painful, but the sensation had been… vivid. Wangyue had fair, porcelain-pale skin; even a light squeeze would leave a mark that lasted for ages.

Yun Chuxian adjusted the buttons on her blouse. She watched Wangyue’s rigid expression and tense posture. The writer looked like she had her guard up high.

It made sense. They were sitting together as strangers—superstar or not, they didn’t know each other.

At the thought of being “strangers,” Yun Chuxian leaned back into the leather seat, her gaze turning cool.

“You don’t want to give it a try with me?” Yun Chuxian picked up the thread of their previous conversation.

The air in the car seemed to solidify. Outside, the sun peeked through the clouds again, and for a moment, the world felt too loud for someone whose heart was already in chaos.

“Try… Try how?” Wangyue couldn’t hide her shock.

Without a word, Yun Chuxian produced a manila envelope. “Take a look.”

“What is this?” Wangyue took the envelope.

“Open it.”

Following the cool command, Wangyue opened the folder and pulled out two thin sheets of paper. It was an agreement.

The title: Marriage of Convenience.

A spark of irritation flickered in Wangyue’s chest. What was Yun Chuxian playing at?

She scanned the terms. During the duration of the agreement, “Party B” would be required to cooperate with all of “Party A’s” activities, including meeting parents and attending various commercial events.

Yun Chuxian was an actress, so dating wouldn’t necessarily ruin her, but she was only twenty-eight and her career was still on a steep upward trajectory. Having a partner—let alone bringing one to events—seemed like a bad move.

But the fact that the contract was already prepared meant she had been planning this for a while.

Tang Wangyue didn’t believe for a second that a top-tier star, a three-time Golden Cicada nominee who had dominated the industry for a decade, would hand this to someone she had truly “just met.”

She had been investigated. Definitely.

So, what made her the right choice in Yun Chuxian’s eyes?

“Why me?”

Yun Chuxian glanced at the contract. “My mother and your mother are close friends.”

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been on a blind date in the first place.

Wangyue wasn’t buying it. “Is that all?”

Yun Chuxian blinked, her voice dropping to a murmur. “You can just think of it as a job.”

According to the terms, Party A would pay Party B 100,000 yuan per month. Additionally, Party B would receive ten percent of any proceeds from joint appearances.

On paper, it was fair—generous, even. But Yun Chuxian wasn’t a charity.

Perhaps the star really was desperate for a fake spouse; the contract even included detailed pre-nuptial and post-nuptial property divisions.

Wangyue slid the papers back into the envelope. “I’m sorry. You should find someone else.”

She didn’t know why Yun Chuxian wanted a fake marriage, and she didn’t know why she was the target. But regardless of the reason, she wasn’t going to agree.

Just then, the car came to a stop. They were at the entrance of Wangyue’s apartment complex.

Wangyue raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t given the driver her address. As she suspected, Yun Chuxian had done her homework. No wonder she had found her in that hidden corner of the cafe so easily.

Yun Chuxian didn’t say anything. Wangyue knew the negotiation had failed, and there was nothing left to discuss.

She opened the door and stepped out, but paused when Yun Chuxian called her name one last time.

“You can take some time to think about it.”

Wangyue nodded. She didn’t feel insulted, exactly—her anger had been about the invasion of privacy, but then again, her own mother had probably leaked the info.

Through the tinted window, Yun Chuxian watched Wangyue’s figure disappear into the distance. The partition between the front and back lowered, and a short-haired woman in a tailored suit turned around from the passenger seat.

“Well?”

Yun Chuxian shook her head.

When Wangyue had gotten into the car, the partition had been up. She hadn’t even realized there was someone else in the front.

“A hundred grand a month plus a shot at fame? Even I’m tempted,” the woman—Cheng Huang—sighed. “Did she really turn you down? Is your charm failing you, Chuxian?”

Yun Chuxian frowned, her eyes cooling. “Do you think the terms were too low, Cheng?”

“Aren’t they?” Cheng Huang was her manager, and she rarely had time to help with these personal matters.

The conditions were objectively great. 100,000 yuan wasn’t a fortune, but being the girlfriend, or even the wife of Yun Chuxian meant massive exposure. Even if they split later, that fame alone was worth millions. Look at a certain star’s ex-boyfriend; he was still living off his ex’s fame, selling products on livestreams without a single acting credit to his name.

“It doesn’t matter how high the offer is. Tang Wangyue won’t agree,” Yun Chuxian said, leaning back and crossing her arms. Old memories flickered through her mind, and a faint smile touched her lips.

“Then why her? Just sign the contract with someone else. Hell, sign your assistant. Right, Xiaoyu?”

Bai Yu, the assistant who had been eavesdropping, froze. Caught between her boss and her manager, she decided the safest move was to stay silent and act like a turtle.

“She’s different,” Yun Chuxian said coldly.

“What’s so different about her? If you ask me, your career hasn’t even hit its peak yet. Why are you so obsessed with getting married right now?”

Cheng Huang leaned against her seat. “Sure, it’s the era of ‘traffic stars’ now, but your numbers are solid. You’ve got box office power. Among the actresses born after 1995, you’re one of the few with over ten billion in total box office. Actually, looking at everyone born in the 90s and 00s, you’re one of only three women to hit that milestone as a lead. If you just grab one more Golden Cicada Best Actress award, even the legendary veterans will have to move aside for you.”

Yun Chuxian was young. Most of the legendary film icons were in their forties and had moved behind the scenes because there were so few good roles left for them.

“Or is this really just about listening to your mother?” Cheng Huang poked, her words carrying a hidden edge, nearly exposing Yun Chuxian’s private motives.

Yun Chuxian had already won the Golden Ox and the Golden Shadow awards. One more Golden Cicada would make her a “Triple Crown” winner. Because she had focused on film these past few years, she hadn’t cultivated the massive cult-like “traffic” following that some younger idols or the stars from the 1985 generation had.

Her youth and raw talent were her greatest weapons. To a manager like Cheng Huang, marriage was nothing but a hurdle.

But she was just a manager. Yun Chuxian had her own capital now; there were many things Cheng Huang couldn’t control.

Still, she couldn’t resist a few more jabs. Cheng Huang glanced toward the spot where Wangyue had disappeared. “Is this all for her?”

Yun Chuxian lowered her eyes, offering no answer.

Cheng Huang understood immediately. “Then you’ve got your work cut out for you. She won’t sign the contract. What’s the plan? Don’t tell me you plan to seduce her?”

Seduce her? Yun Chuxian thought for a moment. It’s not out of the question.

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