Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 24

That evening, Tang Wangyue knocked tentatively on Yun Chuxian’s door, her nerves raw. She had never imagined a day when she would voluntarily knock on a superstar’s hotel room door. If she were caught, no amount of explanation would clear her name. In fact, given the massive gap in their status, people would likely assume she was “offering herself” to get ahead.

She could already see the headlines and the netizens’ vitriolic comments in her mind.

As she was spiraling into these fantasies, the door suddenly opened. Standing there was a beauty fresh from the bath; the bathroom was still thick with steam, leaving Chuxian’s fair skin with a soft pink glow and her lips looking even more flush and supple than they did during the day.

…I want to kiss her.

The moment the thought surfaced, Wangyue wanted to punch herself. The word “shameless” flashed in her mind. How could she think such things?

Wangyue swallowed hard, looking the picture of anxiety.

Chuxian reached out and pulled her inside. “Is Yue nervous?”

Of course she was nervous. She felt a deep sense of shame for even thinking about “desecrating” Yun Chuxian.

As the door clicked shut, Wangyue’s throat grew even drier. Her heart was hammering so hard against her ribs it felt like it might jump out. Suddenly, Chuxian placed a hand on the side of her face; the slightly cool touch sent a jolt of electricity through Wangyue’s body.

Chuxian had beautiful hands—long, slender fingers that weren’t skeletal but elegantly defined. She could easily be a hand model. Her nails were a healthy, translucent pink.

Seeing that Wangyue wasn’t reacting, Chuxian cupped Wangyue’s cheeks with both hands. “What are you thinking about?”

She playfully squeezed Wangyue’s face, causing her lips to pout out in a “fish face.”

“So cute.”

Cute? Wangyue was dissatisfied. It wasn’t that she disliked the word, but she didn’t want Chuxian to think she was just cute. She wanted to be seen as cool and “alpha,” too.

Wangyue dodged the “demon claws.” “Your hair is still wet.”

“I was waiting for Yue to come and help me.” Chuxian leaned in, naturally interlacing her fingers with Wangyue’s. “Yue, will you help me dry my hair?”

“Okay.”

The moment the word left her mouth, Wangyue realized she had once again failed to resist Chuxian’s charm. The woman was like a siren; whatever she said, Wangyue obeyed—often agreeing before her brain even finished processing the request.

Chuxian moved closer, and Wangyue’s senses were filled with her scent, making her heart itch with a restless feeling. Chuxian ruffled Wangyue’s freshly washed, fluffy hair like she was petting a puppy. “Good girl.”

?

Wangyue felt as if Chuxian were treating her like a pet.

She intended to repeat her tactic from before and hide behind the sofa, but Chuxian anticipated the move and pulled her to the front of the couch instead. Chuxian wrapped her arms around Wangyue’s waist and buried her face against her abdomen, her voice muffled. “I’m a little tired.”

Hearing that, Wangyue stopped trying to escape. Filming this drama was exhausting; working under the scorching summer sun or filming in water during winter was standard for the cast. Chuxian hated using body doubles; she did all her own stunts, whether it was fight choreography or underwater scenes. After a day of high-temperature work and wire-flying, it was no wonder she was worn out.

Wangyue stood still, letting the actress lean against her as she slowly dried Chuxian’s hair. Even though Chuxian’s warm breath against her stomach made her heart flutter, Wangyue gritted her teeth and focused on the task at hand.

A moment later, she switched off the dryer and said softly, “It’s done.”

Sensing the tenderness in Wangyue’s voice, Chuxian nuzzled against her stomach before looking up, her eyes slightly dazed. She had almost fallen asleep.

“If you’re tired, we can discuss the script another day.”

Chuxian shook her head. “It’s fine. It’s still early.”

It was indeed early. Filming had wrapped at 6:30 PM. After returning to the hotel, eating, and washing up, Wangyue had waited a bit before knocking at 8:30 PM. It wasn’t even 9:00 PM yet—normally far too early for bed—but Chuxian looked truly spent.

However, when Wangyue looked down with concern, she met Chuxian’s smiling eyes. The previous exhaustion seemed to have been a mere illusion. Chuxian took Wangyue’s hand and began idly playing with her fingers, her gaze drifting to Wangyue’s lips before casually looking away.

“Thanks for the hard work, Yue.”

“It’s nothing. You’re the one teaching me how to act.” Wangyue smiled. They were “exchanging favors”… right?

Actually, it wasn’t much of an exchange. It was clear Chuxian understood the script perfectly; she played the role exactly how the “mother” of the character—Wangyue—intended. If she was the protagonist’s mother, and Chuxian was playing the protagonist, then by extension, Chuxian was her…

Wait, stop. Don’t go there.

She was already calling her “Master” in the script. Did that mean Chuxian really was her Master? The dynamics were so tangled Wangyue didn’t dare think about it further.

“What’s on your mind?” Chuxian asked, seeing her lost in thought.

Wangyue, still trying to stop her brain from overthinking, accidentally let her mouth run on autopilot. “I was thinking… that I’m your mother.”

“What?” Chuxian frowned, then suddenly recalled a comment she’d seen online: Since Yun Chuxian is starring in this, the author Jianghu Zhaiyue must be proud as a ‘mother’ who created the story.

So, that’s what the little liar meant.

Wangyue had chosen her pen name, Jianghu Zhaiyue (Gazing at the Moon in the Martial World), back when she was eighteen. Her name was Tang Wangyue—to gaze at the moon—so she decided she shouldn’t just gaze; she had to “pluck the moon” (Zhaiyue) and bring it home. Adding “Jianghu” gave it a cool, wuxia vibe. Once it became famous, it was too late to change it. That “chunibyo” name was going to follow her for the rest of her life.

Wangyue’s face exploded in red. What on earth had she just said?! Would Chuxian kick her out?

Instead, Chuxian pinched her cheek. “Oh? Already wanting to play roleplay games with me?”

What?! How did that become about roleplay? Saying a word like that when they were alone was bound to lead to misunderstandings.

Wangyue gave a dry laugh and tried to explain. “I meant… I’m the creator of this character. I’m the mother of all the characters.” Because her cheek was being squeezed, her voice came out muffled and garbled.

Chuxian pretended not to hear. “Are you saying… you want to call me ‘Mommy’?”

Wangyue’s eyes widened. She stayed silent, afraid of being misheard again, and used her eyes to protest: What are you talking about?!

Chuxian just rubbed her cheek. “Such a good girl. You didn’t even try to pull away.”

True, Wangyue thought. Why didn’t I pull away? But… she called me a good girl.

Wait, why am I proud of that?

Wangyue fought to keep her lips from curling into a smile, though she couldn’t hide the joy in her voice. “Time to look at the script.”

She wanted to study the lines first, then rehearse—putting Chuxian’s needs before her own. But Chuxian tapped her on the head. “Silly. Of course we rehearse first.”

Chuxian knew her lines by heart, but Wangyue’s acting was the real challenge. To avoid being scolded by the Director, they needed to practice tonight.

“Actually, outside of the ‘highlight’ scenes, Xia Liang’s role is easy to play,” Chuxian explained. “You just have to think of me as your Master. What kind of attitude should you have toward your Master? Just act like that.”

On the surface, Chuxian’s words made sense, but the more Wangyue thought about it, the weirder it felt. Chuxian reached for the script, and Wangyue, taking her advice to heart, immediately handed it to her.

She was starting to get it. Think what the Master thinks, anticipate what the Master needs. The Master wants water? She’s already handing the glass over.

Chuxian nodded with satisfaction. “You’re a fast learner. Just act like this in our daily interactions.”

“Now,” Chuxian continued, “for the highlight.”

No matter how serious Chuxian looked, Wangyue couldn’t help but feel like she was being… trained.

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