Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 28

It seemed Yun Chuxian had only come to her room to deliver that specific piece of news.

As soon as the matter was settled, she left.

Tang Wangyue couldn’t hide the pang of disappointment in her heart. She had thought—or perhaps hoped—that Chuxian would stay to say something more.

Of course, Chuxian hadn’t missed that lingering look. It was precisely because she sensed the shift in Wangyue’s gaze that she had forced herself to leave, suppressing the rising tide of her own emotions.

A moment later, the doorbell rang again.

Wangyue dashed to open it, only to be met by Mo Lai’s immediate scolding. “You don’t even ask who it is before opening the door? What if it was a stranger? You have to be careful in hotels, you know!”

“I know,” Wangyue answered obediently. She had thought it was Chuxian.

She couldn’t tell Mo Lai that, though. She’d never hear the end of it.

Mo Lai walked in, carrying bags of fruit and snacks. “I know you never restock your own supplies. I bought you some fruit and snacks—eat the fruit daily. There’s milk for the fridge, too; drink it every morning.”

“You said you weren’t sleeping well the other day. This is melatonin. Don’t forget to take it.”

Wangyue nodded repeatedly. “Sis, you bought too much.”

“Too much? This is just enough for a week. I’ll bring fresh stuff next week.”

Since taking Wangyue under her wing, Mo Lai had awakened some sort of primal big-sister instinct, looking after her every need. Wangyue took a watermelon, rinsed it, and began slicing it into containers. “Have some fruit.”

Mo Lai sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. She suddenly sniffed the air. “It smells good in here. Rose? A cold scent… like Yun…”

“Sis, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Wangyue smoothly changed the subject, terrified Mo Lai would link the scent to Yun Chuxian.

“Go ahead.” Mo Lai was successfully distracted.

“Does Director Sun want me to stay with the A-unit permanently?”

“Yes.” Mo Lai had just received the confirmation herself. “I asked the Director. The B-unit’s scenes are limited; keeping you there is a waste of your talent. Now that she’s seen what you can do as a writer, she wants you with A-unit. Liu Cheng is taking the B-unit.”

Wangyue looked at her. “Do you know what Director Sun’s underlying intention is?”

“Of course I do.” Mo Lai waved her hand dismissively. “In this world, you have to pick a side and prove your worth. If we get rid of Liu Cheng, Director Sun will suggest to Jingwei Video that I direct a B-tier web drama. I get to pick the genre, and if the script is good, they’ll give it B-plus resources.”

Adults deal in exchanges. This isn’t the era of fighting over water rights with hoes; if you want something, you have to show what you can offer in return. Seeing that Mo Lai had a clear head, Wangyue offered her full support.

“I’ll send you some of my finished scripts. See if any catch your eye.”

“There’s one,” Mo Lai said with a spark in her eye. “The one where the female lead is a demon.”

Wangyue thought for a moment. “I have several with demon leads.”

“Open the folder. I’ll find it myself.”

Wangyue sent the entire script directory to Mo Lai’s phone. “Go look at it in your room.”

“What’s wrong with looking at it here?”

“I need to wash up and rest.”

What if Chuxian knocks or calls me over? Wangyue thought. Mo Lai’s presence would be… inconvenient.

Mo Lai gave her a look. “True, you’ve been exhausted lately. Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight.”

Wangyue watched Mo Lai leave and flopped onto the sofa. Unfortunately, the cold rose fragrance was already fading. She closed her eyes, seeking out the last traces of the scent. When she opened them, her gaze fell on a silk shirt left on the sofa. It belonged to Yun Chuxian.

Chuxian hadn’t remembered it, and Wangyue hadn’t noticed it until now. As for Mo Lai, she probably assumed it belonged to Wangyue.

Was it a deliberate leave-behind, or an accident?

Wangyue held the fabric. Should she return it? A small smile touched her lips as she tucked the shirt away. Whether Chuxian was waiting for her to bring it back or looking for an excuse to come over, Wangyue decided to wait and see.

“Call me Sister.”

Chuxian’s voice echoed in her mind, making her smile widen. This woman was a master angler, and Wangyue was hooked.

“Sister?” Wangyue whispered to herself with a light laugh.

She hummed as she washed up, her mind replaying every moment she’d shared with Chuxian. Each frame made her throat feel a little dry. Yun Chuxian was, quite simply, too much of a flirt.

Wangyue stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair dripping onto the towel draped over her shoulders.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang. Wangyue hurried toward the door but paused. What if it isn’t Chuxian?

She peered through the peephole. Bai Yu?

She opened the door to find Bai Yu smiling at her. “Screenwriter Tang, my boss said she left her shirt here. She sent me to pick it up.”

So, she had guessed wrong. She should have just taken it over herself. No, Tang Wangyue, what are you thinking? Are you really that desperate to see her?

Wangyue took a breath, went back for the shirt, and handed it to Bai Yu.

“Thank you, Screenwriter Tang.”

“You’re welcome.”

Great. Now there’s no reason to see each other.

But did there really have to be a “reason”? Couldn’t people just meet because they wanted to? No, Wangyue told herself. Even if they were a couple, boundaries were important. You couldn’t just barge into someone’s space without a cause; that was an invasion of privacy.

Wangyue was a person of rigid boundaries. Without a reason, she wouldn’t approach Chuxian.

But what about Chuxian? When she saw Bai Yu return with the shirt, a smile tugged at her lips.

“Boss, wasn’t that the perfect excuse for you to go see her yourself? Why send me?”

“It’s called ‘playing hard to get’.” Chuxian smiled. Wangyue was currently in a passive state—she didn’t refuse Chuxian’s advances, but she didn’t initiate anything either. Some might call it “player” behavior—no initiative, no rejection.

However, Chuxian didn’t think Wangyue was a player. The “little liar” was likely just confused about her own feelings, and the massive gap in their status probably had her overthinking things. Courage was the missing piece. Without it, a one-sided pursuit rarely ended in perfection.

Bai Yu remained skeptical. “I feel like Screenwriter Tang is too introverted for that to work.”

“Don’t worry. Once the fish has taken the hook, I won’t let her get away.”

Chuxian typed a quick message: Thank you, Yue.

Wangyue spent a long time drafting a reply but ended up sending nothing. Just then, her mother called via video. “Tang Wangyue, how are things at the studio?”

To Ms. Tang, her daughter actually having a job was a triumph. It wasn’t about the money; it was about the social interaction. She believed that if you stayed home all day, a partner wasn’t just going to drop from the ceiling.

Ms. Tang knew Wangyue liked women, and she figured regardless of preference, one had to go outside to find love. Unless she tried online dating, which Ms. Tang was open to if it was reliable. That’s why she’d been asking around about other families with “Sapphic daughters,” leading her to the blind date with Yun Chuxian.

The best part was that the two seemed to hit it off—they were already “sleeping together,” according to her assumptions. She was firmly on “Team Daughter” being the “1” in the relationship, so she was busy buttering up the future in-laws to make things easier when they eventually discussed marriage.

“Me? I’m fine.”

Wangyue smiled. Her relationship with her mother was good; they lived apart only because they had different lifestyles. Wangyue needed absolute silence to write, while Ms. Tang liked to play mahjong and shop with friends.

“How are things with Chuxian?” Ms. Tang asked, her face full of gossip.

“Don’t start, Mom. There’s nothing going on.”

Wangyue felt helpless. She and Chuxian hadn’t even reached the first milestone, yet her mother was already calling them “in-laws.”

Ms. Tang wasn’t buying it. “You’ve already done that. You aren’t going to be irresponsible, are you? Yue, you don’t have to be a saint, but you must have a sense of responsibility.”

“What about people who date and break up? Is every breakup ‘irresponsible’?”

Ms. Tang had her own logic. “So you are dating?”

If only we were dating, Wangyue thought. The realization of her own true desire hit her like a physical blow. She went still. So… I want to date Yun Chuxian?

The thought left her silent for a long time. “Mom, I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”

She hung up, and a moment later, a long voice message arrived from her mother:

“Daughter, don’t worry. I’m getting along famously with Chuxian’s mother. The Yun family is all for you two being together. When your shoot wraps, I’m taking you over for an official visit.”

Wangyue found it hilarious. She and Chuxian had made zero progress, yet their mothers were racing toward the finish line.

She finally sent a reply to Chuxian: You’re welcome.

Chuxian looked at the reply and scoffed. “Little liar. So cold.”

A second later, another message popped up from Wangyue: About the thing between my mom and your aunt… if anything feels off, let me know. I’ll try to talk to them.

Chuxian tilted her head. Off? How is becoming in-laws ‘off’?

She typed back: Tang Wangyue, come see me.

Wangyue could feel the flash of anger through the screen. Panic began to set in.

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