Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 3

“Tang Wangyue, what is wrong with you? You said you didn’t like men, so I set you up with a woman. I’ve seen that Yun girl—she’s beautiful, she has a great personality… tell me, what exactly was so wrong with her that you couldn’t take an interest?”

Tang Wangyue tossed her phone onto the bed on speakerphone and lay back to scroll through her tablet. Her screen was filled with videos of Yun Chuxian.

To say she felt nothing after rejecting a world-class beauty would be a lie. Case in point: she had come home, started browsing, and after seeing one video of Yun Chuxian, she couldn’t help but click the second, then the third…

“Mom, she’s a superstar. It’s a miracle we even met for a date, let alone actually hit it off.”

Wangyue idly swiped to the next video. It featured Yun Chuxian wrapped in a cheongsam that accentuated every curve. It was rare to find a woman who could carry off a traditional dress with such effortless elegance.

Truthfully, Yun Chuxian was the perfect person to admire from afar.

Wangyue wasn’t a “stan,” but who didn’t appreciate a beautiful woman? If she told people she used to follow girl-group survival shows, no one would believe her. In her friends’ eyes, she was the quiet introvert whose bookshelves were packed with academic texts on every subject imaginable—none of them related to entertainment.

Since those books were clearly well-read, everyone called her a “bookworm.” Whenever friends chatted about celebrities, dramas, or the latest memes, she usually looked lost. To them, she only read “serious” books.

As for what constituted a “non-serious” book… well, who was to say?

In Wangyue’s heart, novels were serious literature. Though, as a kid, the thrill of secretly reading yuri (girls’ love) stories while terrified of her mother finding out was a feeling only those who’d been there could understand.

Her mother continued her relentless lecture over the phone. “Superstar or not, big stars still need to get married! Her mother said it herself—she likes girls just like you. Well… though I have no idea what she sees in you. Maybe a career woman like her just wants someone sweet who stays at home.”

Ouch. Her own mother didn’t even know what someone would find attractive about her.

But wait—Yun Chuxian said she liked her?

Wangyue felt a brief flicker of smugness before reality set in. They had met once. They hadn’t even had time to get to know each other, let alone talk about “liking” someone.

“Alright, Mom. Given the gap between our lives, we’ll probably never see each other again.”

“What do you mean ‘never’? Just wait until I talk to Mrs. Yun—”

Wangyue cut her off quickly. “I have to go take out the trash. Bye!”

“Hey! Tang Wangyue!”

She hung up before her mother could finish. Any longer and the woman would have already decided on the wedding venue.

Wangyue grabbed the trash bags and headed downstairs. A while back, a resident had complained about the cleaning staff hogging the elevators and leaving them smelling bad. Wangyue had been the one to suggest that residents either take their own trash down or the building should install a freight elevator.

Surprisingly, many people had supported her. The neighborhood was full of high-income, well-educated people who didn’t like seeing workers being bullied. After all, if the cleaners couldn’t use the elevator, how were they supposed to haul two massive bins down thirty floors?

Over time, some residents found it inconvenient and suggested moving the bins back. The property management was planning another vote: install a freight elevator or let the staff use the passenger ones again.

When Wangyue had spoken up in the group chat, she’d been targeted by a few vocal residents, but others had immediately backed her up. It proved that plenty of people were annoyed by the entitlement of the few.

Wangyue hated noisy environments and detested arguing, but she believed in speaking up when it mattered. No one should underestimate their own voice; most people were just afraid of being the “bird that gets shot” for sticking their neck out.

Recently, she’d seen many videos online of people standing up for sanitation workers. It felt like the world was changing—more people were willing to speak for those on the bottom rungs of society.

Doing a good deed always left her in a better mood. Her blood hadn’t run cold yet!

She tossed the bags into the bin and turned to head back, but stopped when she saw a familiar figure swaying nearby. It looked a lot like… Yun Chuxian.

No way, Wangyue thought. A star like her would have an assistant.

But when the woman brushed her hair back, it really was her. This woman was actually out in public drunk without anyone watching her? Did she have no fear of being recognized?

Seeing Yun Chuxian stumble, Wangyue rushed forward to catch her. She was immediately hit by a full-body impact and the familiar, crisp scent of cold roses.

Yun Chuxian’s head buried itself against Wangyue’s chest. Wangyue hurriedly steadied her. “Are you okay?”

Yun Chuxian wrapped her arms around Wangyue’s waist, huddling into her embrace. “So thirsty…” she mumbled.

Feeling the warmth of the woman’s breath against her skin, Wangyue’s face turned bright red. Fine, she thought, I won’t pick a fight with a drunk person.

“Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”

Yun Chuxian just let out a soft groan and mumbled something unintelligible.

Wangyue glanced around cautiously. Terrified of a stray paparazzo, she let Yun Chuxian cling to her. Having her face buried in Wangyue’s shoulder was better than having it caught on camera.

What could have happened to make a superstar drink this much?

Wangyue’s imagination went wild: maybe the blind date failed, she had a massive row with her family, and then went out to drown her sorrows. That would explain why her assistant wasn’t around.

“Should we… go to my place first?”

The only answer was silence. Wangyue sighed. She couldn’t exactly leave her on the sidewalk.

“Honestly, if you can’t handle your liquor, don’t drink so much,” Wangyue muttered. “Is alcohol even that good? Your manager and assistant are way too relaxed letting you wander off alone. What if you got cornered? And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Never get drunk in public, no matter the occasion. It’s dangerous, you know.”

Wangyue kept up the nagging monologue all the way back to her apartment.

Yun Chuxian: “…”

Outside, hidden in a car, Bai Yu took a shaky breath. “I hope no one saw. Manager Cheng will kill me.”

She peeked out the window toward the apartment building. “Boss… I wish you every success. My poor heart can’t take much more of this.”

Upstairs, Yun Chuxian was oblivious to her assistant’s prayers. She was curled into Wangyue as they entered the apartment.

It was awkward trying to open the door, so Wangyue had to pull Yun Chuxian tighter with one arm, pressing their bodies flush against each other. The soft curves and the scent of bitter roses mixed with heavy alcohol were… surprisingly intoxicating.

Did she drink it or bathe in it? Wangyue wondered.

She struggled to lower Yun Chuxian onto the sofa, but the actress wouldn’t let go of her waist.

“Yun Chuxian, let go for a second.”

Wangyue braced one hand on the sofa cushion and kept the other around the woman’s waist, terrified that a slip would result in her pinning the star down.

“Don’t want to,” Yun Chuxian nuzzled closer with a playful, pouty tone.

Is she… taking advantage of me? Wangyue wondered, looking down. “Weren’t you thirsty? I’ll go get you some water.”

She tried to gently pry the woman’s arms away, but Yun Chuxian only squeezed tighter. The sudden pull nearly sent Wangyue face-first onto her; she barely managed to catch herself with her elbow.

“Don’t go…” Yun Chuxian whispered.

Wangyue looked down and saw a face that looked half-aggrieved and half-coquettish. The actress then did something unexpected: like a cat, she lightly rubbed her head against Wangyue’s arm.

Wangyue’s heart softened instantly. She reached out and patted the woman’s head. “Be good.”

As if by magic, Yun Chuxian let go and looked up at her with wide, obedient eyes.

Wangyue was struck by the sheer cuteness. Who would have thought the cool, legendary Yun Chuxian could be this adorable in private? Or rather, this adorable when drunk.

The sudden contrast made Wangyue’s heart melt. Her hand twitched with the urge to do something mischievous, and seeing those misty eyes, she finally reached out, pinched the star’s cheek, and gave it a little wiggle.

Only then did Wangyue go to pour two glasses of water—one for her guest and one for herself, as her own throat had gone inexplicably dry.

She thoughtfully found a glass straw and held it to Yun Chuxian’s lips.

Yun Chuxian took the straw, her dazed eyes fixed on Wangyue’s lips as she took small sips.

Watching her, Wangyue unconsciously mimicked the swallowing motion and quickly looked away.

Suddenly, Yun Chuxian’s arms hooked around her waist again. With a sharp tug, Wangyue found herself kneeling between the actress’s legs on the sofa. A second later, a pair of cool, soft lips pressed against the corner of her mouth.

Between those soft lips was the lingering, sweet taste of lemon soda.

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