Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 39

Tang Wangyue was constantly trying to guess what was going on in Yun Chuxian’s head.

Chuxian always seemed several steps ahead—predicting the Jingwei Video cooperation and planning out Wangyue’s future career path. Oh, and Wangyue had also finalized a deal with Chuxian’s own company, Yun Clues, selling her last high-quality script for the same premium price of 150,000 yuan per episode.

Having sold so many copyrights at once, Wangyue suddenly found herself quite wealthy; after taxes, she’d be taking home over ten million yuan. Of course, this was the accumulation of years of work; she knew she wouldn’t be making this much at once again anytime soon.

She started thinking about what to do after the shoot wrapped. Should she focus on novels or screenplays? To her, novels were faster, whereas screenplays required distilling the essence of the story. Perhaps she could write a novel first and then adapt it herself. Once Jingwei Video produced her current works and she had a track record, her voice in the industry would carry weight.

Like her mentor, she wanted to reach a level where even capital investors had to respect her creative authority. Tang Wangyue wasn’t exactly “lying flat” before, but she wasn’t particularly ambitious either. Now, she wanted to strive.

Yun Chuxian had a movie coming out during the Lunar New Year season, rumored to be her final push for a “Grand Slam” of domestic Best Actress awards while also targeting international festivals. Chuxian had many representative works, but achieving a Grand Slam would cement her status as a legendary peer to the industry’s veteran “Great Actresses,” despite her young age.

Chuxian’s greatest advantage was her youth. She was still in her twenties. While many actors in their early thirties were still considered “rising stars,” she already had a shelf full of trophies and iconic roles. That was the difference. In this circle, you had to be unique—irreplaceable.

Chuxian was also building her own company; her career was only going to ascend. She had reached the peak of acting and was already opening up a new track for herself. She never stopped moving forward.

Tang Wangyue wanted to stand by her side—at least to become a senior figure in the screenwriting world. She wanted to be a benchmark in her own right so that she and Chuxian would be a perfect match in every sense.

No one knew her plans yet, but one person could sense the change. Mo Lai sought her out immediately after learning about the three-script deal with Jingwei.

“Yue, what were you thinking? Signing three scripts to Jingwei at once? Don’t you know that if you sign one first and the show becomes a hit, your value for the next two would skyrocket?”

Mo Lai sighed at her “silly” sister.

Wangyue tilted her head. “But isn’t that a gamble? If it’s not a hit, the other scripts would be harder to sell.”

Mo Lai rolled her eyes. “Others might not know your strength, but I do. Your talent is a guarantee.”

“One for 120,000 per episode, two for 150,000.”

At those numbers, Mo Lai went silent. She leaned in closer. “Jingwei was actually willing to pay that much?”

“It’s mostly thanks to Teacher Yun.”

Wangyue hadn’t asked Chuxian about it, and Chuxian hadn’t brought it up. But Wangyue knew that Ye Lingxi’s total change of heart was Chuxian’s doing.

“Yun Chuxian? Her?”

“Mmm.” Wangyue didn’t mention her specific theories, only that Chuxian had coached her in the trailer on how to negotiate.

Mo Lai shook her head in amazement. “I didn’t expect her to help you that much.” She recalled the way Chuxian had flirted with her sister in public, their eyes practically locked in a silent conversation. “Are you two… secretly together?”

Mo Lai’s suspicious gaze scanned Wangyue’s face. “Yue, you and her?”

Wangyue played dumb, blinking innocently. “Me and her what?”

Mo Lai studied her for a moment, then changed gears. “Did you know that after Guan Ming went back, she told her family she wanted to blacklist Yun Chuxian? Strangely, the Guan family actually agreed. That trending topic online was Guan Ming’s doing. But it backfired instantly. Now Guan Ming’s company is in a massive crisis. The Guans pulled every string they had, only to find out they offended someone they absolutely shouldn’t have. They’re currently preparing to take Guan Ming to apologize in person.”

“And the person she offended was Yun Chuxian. Chuxian’s background is deeper than anyone guessed. Your Godmother thinks she might have taken her mother’s surname. Chuxian let it slip once in an interview—and if her name is actually Yun, there’s only one Yun family in the capital with that kind of power. Their heritage is museum-level, and they are mostly in politics. Look up Yun Teng, her uncle.”

Wangyue opened her search bar and typed in Yun Teng. A Wikipedia entry popped up with a formal ID photo. It was hard to link it to the blurry paparazzi photo at first, but knowing the connection, the profile was unmistakable. Yun Teng held a very high rank. If he was Chuxian’s uncle, everything that had happened recently made sense.

“So you’re saying… Yun Chuxian isn’t at all who she appears to be?”

Wangyue understood the subtext. Mo Lai was warning her that they might not be a match—that a family like that might never accept a same-sex partner for their daughter. The obstacles between them were mounting.

“Yes, Yue. I saw your interaction. Chuxian is great, but you have to be prepared. Even if you manage to get together, the pressure you’ll face is a weight that most people can’t bear.”

Mo Lai had said this many times, so she didn’t harp on it. She was just laying out the reality of the resistance they would face.

Wangyue understood Mo Lai meant well, but she and Chuxian hadn’t even reached a definitive point yet. For now, Chuxian was just teasing her. Wangyue’s biggest worry was that Chuxian only wanted the ambiguity, not the responsibility. Like a “set couple” that exists for the duration of the shoot and vanishes after.

She didn’t want to be a pet that Chuxian could dote on and then put up for adoption when she got bored. Wangyue wasn’t being proactive because she lacked a sense of security; she was afraid that pushing the boundaries would destroy the safe space they currently had.

However, there was one thing Mo Lai didn’t know: her connection to Chuxian started with a blind date—which meant the families already knew.

“Sis, I didn’t meet Chuxian on set. We met during a blind date before this.”

“A blind date?!” Mo Lai shrieked. “You mean the blind date Auntie Tang said you were both ‘interested’ in… was Yun Chuxian?”

“Yes.” Wangyue explained the whole story without holding back.

Mo Lai sat there, frozen. It was too surreal. Yun Chuxian on a blind date? With Tang Wangyue? What are the odds? But it explained everything—why Chuxian was so focused on her, and why their mothers were already acting like in-laws.

If it was Chuxian, and they were already discussing marriage, the whole thing felt like a dream. How could a superstar at the peak of her career get married?

Then again, Chuxian was an actor, not an idol. She didn’t rely on a “boyfriend/girlfriend” fantasy to sell tickets. If she got married, it might not even matter to her career.

“So,” Mo Lai asked, still skeptical, “Yun Chuxian wants to marry you?”

“Not… exactly.”

Wangyue lowered her eyes. “I don’t know what she’s thinking.” They had started with marriage, but after Wangyue’s initial refusal, they had drifted into this ambiguous gray area.

Mo Lai gave a long whistle. “Your parents have already picked out auspicious dates, and you two haven’t even started officially dating yet. I don’t know what to say.”

“Wait, what dates?”

“Auspicious dates for the wedding. Auntie Tang had several selected; she’s waiting for you two to pick one.”

Wangyue was speechless. Her family thought they were already “sleeping together” and thus destined for the altar. Only the two of them (and now Mo Lai) knew they hadn’t even crossed that line.

Mo Lai took a deep breath. “I was going to try and talk you out of it, but if Auntie and the Yun family are both on board, I have nothing to say. I just want you to be happy.”

Wangyue smiled. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

*****

Just then, the doorbell rang. Wangyue moved to answer it, but Mo Lai waved her off. “I’ll get it, I was just leaving anyway.”

Mo Lai opened the door to find Yun Chuxian standing there.

Mo Lai’s eyes widened. She quickly pulled Chuxian inside and looked around the hallway like a secret agent. Now that she knew the truth, she was suddenly terrified of them being caught.

She looked at Chuxian, then at her sister, and finally sighed. “Fine. I’m leaving. You two talk.”

The “lightbulb” had finally decided to give them some space. It was about time.

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