Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 20

Drying Yun Chuxian’s hair was a task that was as intoxicating as it was difficult.

Tang Wangyue felt a sense of losing her composure, her years of self-cultivation and upbringing barely managing to restrain her actions. However, the more old-fashioned and restrained she acted, the bolder Yun Chuxian became.

At first, the actress simply rested her forehead against Wangyue’s abdomen. Then, she slid her arms around Wangyue’s waist, leaning her entire weight against her.

Wangyue hurriedly switched off the hairdryer. “It’s dry.”

The vibration of her voice caused her abdomen to tremble. Chuxian looked up mindlessly, her chin still propped against Wangyue. “So soon?”

Soon? It had been ten minutes.

The strands of Chuxian’s hair were dry, and her scalp was nearly there. Although Wangyue was a shut-in, she took meticulous care of herself and knew that over-drying hair would damage it. But Chuxian simply grabbed a bottle of hair oil from the vanity and handed it to her with an innocent look.

“Need to protect the hair.”

Wangyue took the oil. After a pause, she whispered, “Alright.”

The oil smelled of roses—delicate and light, unlike the heavy, cloying scents of ordinary brands. This time, Wangyue stood behind the sofa. The furniture acted as a barrier, reducing their physical contact and cooling the heat radiating from her body.

But when a woman is intent on “devouring” another, she won’t let her prey go so easily. A fox-like woman doesn’t release her prize. And when a beautiful woman turns on the charm, no one can withstand the onslaught.

Yun Chuxian’s beauty was undeniable. Even in the entertainment industry—a sea of gorgeous faces—she held a unique throne. While fan clubs often bickered over who was prettier, no one ever disputed Chuxian’s visuals. When such a woman stared at Wangyue with those captivating eyes, Wangyue could no longer ignore the throbbing in her heart.

Once the oil treatment was finished, Wangyue immediately put distance between them, acting as if Chuxian were a dangerous predator about to strike.

Chuxian arched an eyebrow but didn’t press her advantage further. Instead, she pulled out a script. “Tell me—when the Eldest Princess sees the Emperor die, what is she feeling?”

The transition from flirtation to work was so abrupt it left Wangyue reeling. She remained silent for a moment before answering, “Freedom. Power. Ambition.”

Chuxian tilted her head. “Explain.”

“The Emperor is an utterly selfish man. After the Grand Secretary he personally promoted sided with the Crown Prince, the Emperor became terrified of being forced to abdicate. If he followed the previous Emperor’s example and let the Empress manage state affairs, he feared her family would seize power. Knowing his health was failing and he couldn’t handle the court, he chose the only person he could absolutely control: the Eldest Princess, who grew up in the Cold Palace. She had no mother’s family to back her and was surrounded by rumors of being a bad omen. Her only hope of escaping that life was him.”

“Therefore, the Emperor didn’t just treat her poorly; he abused her. His death represents her final release from his control. You could even say she orchestrated his end. There is no grief—only the satisfaction of a long-awaited revenge and the thrill of having no one left to restrain her. Even when the new Emperor ascends, she holds the real power. And her ambition was never just to leave the Cold Palace; she wants to be the master of the country. She wants to be the Empress Regnant.”

Wangyue spoke with the passion of the original creator. In her mind, the protagonist would never feel a shred of sorrow for the Emperor’s death.

Chuxian had read the novel and studied the script a dozen times; she understood the character. But she needed a reason to keep her “little liar” in the room. As she listened to Wangyue’s steady, rhythmic voice, Chuxian reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Wangyue’s ear.

The gesture caused Wangyue to falter. “Are you listening?”

“Of course.” Chuxian lightly pinched Wangyue’s cheek. “The interpretation I’m debating is whether she feels a flicker of pity—not for a father, but for a man who spent his whole life calculating, terrified of death and losing power, only to end up like this. Is there a sense of tragedy in his pathetic end?”

If put that way, Wangyue nodded. “That would certainly add another layer to the performance.”

“Last time, we didn’t get to finish. This time, tell me everything from the beginning of the script.” Chuxian’s long lashes fluttered as she made the request with casual ease.

Seeing Wangyue hesitate, Chuxian took her hand—looking like a child asking for a toy, but a very well-behaved child who wouldn’t throw a tantrum, only stare at you with big, pitiful eyes. No one could say no to that.

“Alright.”

Wangyue couldn’t find the strength to refuse. She flipped the script to page one. Beside her, Chuxian played with Wangyue’s hair and fingers, seemingly distracted, yet she was able to answer every question perfectly when prompted. It was as if Wangyue was a fascinating new toy that Chuxian couldn’t bear to put down.

When Wangyue’s throat grew dry from talking, a glass of water with a straw was immediately pressed to her lips. Once she finished, a pair of soft, nimble hands began massaging her shoulders. It was a gentle, expert touch that was impossible to reject.

As she explained the script, Wangyue found herself being pampered by a superstar. She felt submerged in the experience, unwilling to leave.

By the end of the first episode, Chuxian hooked her finger under Wangyue’s chin. “Yue is so talented.”

The seductive praise made Wangyue’s neck turn red. “I’m not,” she demurred.

“Are you questioning my judgment?”

“No.”

“Can Yue only say ‘no’?”

“No…”

Wangyue wanted to slap herself. No, no, no—why was her vocabulary failing her so miserably?

Chuxian let out a light laugh. “Silly.” The doting tone in her voice made Wangyue’s head spin. How could this woman be so good at seduction?

Wangyue felt her body heating up as if she were on fire. Even with the air conditioning, she felt like she needed to escape.

In the ensuing silence, Chuxian whispered, “Yue, your face is so red. Are you thinking about something… strange?”

Strange? What could she possibly be thinking about? Absolutely nothing!

“No.”

The immediate denial made Chuxian laugh again. “Do you even know what ‘strange things’ I’m talking about?”

Ugh… I walked right into that one.

In her flustered state, Wangyue’s eyes darted around. When she spotted the bottle of hair oil on the table, she snatched it up as an excuse. “I’ll put this back.”

She carried the oil over to the vanity. But as her gaze swept across the table, her heart nearly stopped. There, sitting in plain sight, was an open box of finger cots.

Chuxian… she…

In a panic, Wangyue slammed the oil onto the table and bolted for the door. She barely managed to get out a single sentence: “It’s late. Goodnight!”

As the door clicked shut, Chuxian looked at the table in confusion. Then, her eyes landed on the half-empty box of finger cots.

A wave of heat rushed through her body. A deep sense of shame, as if she had been caught completely exposed, spread through her chest.

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