Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 29

Tang Wangyue didn’t dally. She walked straight out and knocked on Yun Chuxian’s door.

The door slid open, and Bai Yu stepped out. “Screenwriter Tang.”

Bai Yu gave her a quick greeting before leaving, giving Wangyue a helpful little shove into the room and closing the door behind her.

Tang Wangyue: “…”

Once again, she was alone with Yun Chuxian. To be honest, she was a little scared; she had a feeling Chuxian might be fierce this time.

However, Chuxian’s gaze was gentle as she approached. Wangyue, unsure of how to start the conversation, found herself momentarily speechless.

“Sister.”

She called out obediently. Chuxian wanted to be called “Sister”; perhaps doing so would earn her a lighter punishment. Wangyue had inexplicably lost her nerve—what was there to be proud about? Beneath Chuxian’s gentle surface likely hid a torrential rage.

Chuxian seemed momentarily stunned by the address. Seeing the flush on Wangyue’s cheeks, she narrowed her eyes with an amused look.

“Sister?”

Chuxian repeated the word with a light laugh, then patted the sofa, gesturing for Wangyue to sit beside her. She, meanwhile, got up and opened the wine cabinet. She selected a bottle of whiskey, dropped ice into a glass, and poured. Wangyue instinctively pulled out her phone, zoomed in on Chuxian’s hand, and snapped a photo of the scene.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chuxian saw the movement. Her lips curved upward. A little liar who likes to record life—how nice.

Wangyue wasn’t as tense as she had imagined. Her eyes drifted to Chuxian’s pale thighs and her beautiful bare feet resting on the carpet. Between the camisole and the short-shorts, everywhere she looked was soft, white skin. Wangyue felt her face heating up again.

As Chuxian walked back toward her, the air felt thinner. Wangyue took a sharp breath. For some reason, Chuxian felt like a queen holding a whip—smiling, yes, but ready to strike without hesitation.

Chuxian placed the chilled whiskey on the table. “Drink.”

With that single word, Wangyue picked up the glass and took a sip with an innocent expression. Seeing that Chuxian still wasn’t talking, she simply drained the glass in one go.

Yun Chuxian: “?”

Is she treating this like water? She had told her to drink, not to chug it.

Silly girl. Chuxian took the empty glass and placed a bottle of water in front of her. Wangyue didn’t take the water; her eyes had gone a bit glassy. She looked drunk.

“More,” Wangyue muttered.

“No.” Chuxian held the water to her lips. “Drink this.”

It’s water fed to me by Sister.

Wangyue obediently parted her lips and took a few sips. Chuxian tapped her on the head. “Why did you drink so fast?”

“Is Sister still angry?” Wangyue looked up, her eyes full of cautious uncertainty.

Chuxian’s heart softened. She caressed Wangyue’s cheek with a sigh. “I’m not angry.”

“But Sister’s message… it felt very fierce.”

Wangyue put on a pitiful expression, as if she were being bullied. She wasn’t going to admit that she hadn’t drunk the whiskey just because Chuxian told her to; she had done it for liquid courage. She had simply overestimated her tolerance and was now feeling quite dizzy.

Because of the alcohol, she became much more direct.

Chuxian arched an eyebrow. “You don’t want our families to associate with each other?”

“No,” Wangyue shook her head quickly. “I just don’t want Sister to be in a difficult position.”

Her eyes were hazy, but her logic remained somewhat intact. She was at that stage of being buzzed—tipsy, but not completely gone.

“Difficult?”

“Mmm. Sister is an artist.”

She was a superstar, an award-winning actress on the verge of a historic “Grand Slam.” At this stage, whether it was coming out or dating, it would affect her. Wangyue didn’t want her presence to bring trouble to Chuxian.

Chuxian pinched her chin. “And?”

“The gap in our status is too large.”

“Keep going.”

With every word, Chuxian moved closer. Wangyue stared at her red lips, feeling the touch of their bodies—soft and smooth. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she found herself unable to speak.

“Why did you stop?”

“Huh?”

Chuxian tilted her head past Wangyue’s lips, their ears brushing. Chuxian’s gaze was tender, her voice so seductive Wangyue could barely maintain her composure. That cool, gentle voice was a direct hit for someone like Wangyue, who was a bit of a “voice-con.”

Especially since the voice belonged to Yun Chuxian.

Wangyue tried to shift away, but Chuxian didn’t give her the chance. She pressed forward, pinning Wangyue against the sofa. Chuxian’s slender but toned arm braced against the cushions as she stared down at Wangyue’s dazed face.

“Hot~” Wangyue whispered piteously. The alcohol was making her skin flush, and the proximity was making it worse.

Chuxian had no intention of letting her off. “Take off the towel, and you won’t be as hot.”

She pulled away the large towel that covered most of Wangyue’s body, revealing her tight sleeveless top. With her damp hair, she looked like she had just stepped out of a boxing ring—dripping with water, sexy and sharp.

Of course, that was if you ignored Wangyue’s black knee-length shorts. It was a “cool” look, but honestly a bit ugly. But with their skin touching, who cared about the shorts? At least her face was perfect. The “little liar” had grown up exactly as Chuxian had imagined—no, even better.

The tipsy Wangyue didn’t realize how ambiguous their position was. She reached out and touched Chuxian’s face. “You refused to let me take responsibility.”

At that, Chuxian sat back on the sofa. Her hand slowly traveled up to Wangyue’s neck, her fingers tightening ever so slightly. “But you weren’t being sincere.”

Wangyue tilted her head in confusion, then took Chuxian’s hand and placed it over her heart. “I am sincere.”

“What kind of sincerity?” Chuxian prompted, wanting to hear the truth from her heart. Feeling that soft heartbeat, Chuxian’s own heart softened. The “little liar” had become a “little dummy.”

Wangyue wasn’t sure what to say, but she went with a literal interpretation: “Treating you with genuine intent. Sincerity is the most important thing.”

Chuxian was nearly laughed out of her anger. Was she asking for a textbook definition?

Perhaps sensing Chuxian’s annoyance, Wangyue suddenly sat up. The abrupt movement startled the actress. A second later, Wangyue dropped to the floor, resting her head on Chuxian’s lap like a puppy trying to make amends. “Sister, don’t be mad.”

Chuxian’s lips curved. If the little liar knew she acted like this when drunk, would she be mortified? However, the fact that her speech was still so concise suggested she wasn’t completely gone.

Indeed, she wasn’t. Wangyue was merely using the alcohol as an excuse to do things she wouldn’t dare do while sober. It was three parts drunk, five parts performance.

But… it wasn’t enough.

Chuxian picked up her own glass, took a sip, and suddenly pressed her lips against Wangyue’s. Whiskey passed between them. Wangyue’s eyes flew open. She was being force-fed a kiss.

Her shocked expression confirmed to Chuxian that she was mostly sober now. The heat of the moment had burned off the worst of the buzz.

The soft, sweet taste of Chuxian’s lips was addictive. Wangyue wanted more. Driven by her five-parts-drunk courage, she tried to rise to chase Chuxian’s lips, but the woman pulled back.

“Kneel properly!”

Wangyue immediately dropped back down, her face piteous. “Sister…”

“What?” Chuxian looked down at her from above.

Wangyue took her hand and held it against her own face. “I was wrong.”

“Where were you wrong?”

Wangyue tilted her head. “I didn’t tell my mom I wouldn’t go to your house. She said when the shoot is over, she’s taking me to meet your parents. But we aren’t in that kind of relationship yet.”

If they were, she would go—it was only proper. But she knew they had nothing official yet. Meeting parents would make everything spin out of control.

“What kind of relationship do you want us to have?” Chuxian whispered into her ear.

Wangyue felt the warm breath and instinctively tried to pull away, but Chuxian held her cheek firm. The woman was a siren, weaving a web around her heart until she was like a silkworm in a cocoon—unable to break free, unable not to fall.

“I…”

Lovers? Marriage? Would Chuxian even say yes?

Wangyue hesitated. Chuxian’s lips brushed against her ear as she spoke. “Yue… even if it’s just a relationship for sex, I would agree.”

It felt like a firework went off in Wangyue’s brain. She felt faint, her legs going weak as she knelt on the floor. Her hand gripped the sofa for support. She stared into Chuxian’s eyes in shock.

“How about being my lover? One you don’t have to be ‘responsible’ for,” Chuxian added. No responsibility for Wangyue, and none for Chuxian.

Wangyue hated hearing that. She didn’t want to be a “lover.” She wanted to be the one in Chuxian’s heart. If Chuxian only wanted her for that…

Wangyue’s clear eyes turned sharp. She suddenly rose and crushed her lips against Chuxian’s.

It was a fierce, stormy kiss. Chuxian could feel the anger in it—and the passion. It seemed the “little liar” needed a push. Reverse psychology was an old trick, but a effective one.

Wangyue’s technique was unrefined but intense, as if she wanted to swallow Chuxian whole. When they finally broke for air, she nipped at Chuxian’s lip in a small act of revenge.

“Sister, I don’t want uncertain promiscuity. I want a certain love.”

She lightly pecked Chuxian’s lips again, her hand reaching out to steady herself, only to accidentally brush against a soft curve of Chuxian’s body.

Chuxian let out a low hum. She had never heard such a beautiful sound; that one sentence from Wangyue sent a physical shiver through her. A strange change was coming over her body—a loss of control.

Wangyue wasn’t a fool; even tipsy, she knew what was happening. Sensing Chuxian’s reaction, she felt a smile touch her own heart. It seemed she wasn’t the only one feeling it. Her own heart rate accelerated.

But the initiative was still Chuxian’s to take.

Chuxian placed a hand on the back of Wangyue’s neck, reclaiming the lead. She leaned forward, pressing Wangyue back down until she was kneeling once more.

Support