Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 43

Yun Chuxian’s seemingly indifferent attitude made Tang Wangyue’s heart tighten. So, I was the only one who cared about this?

How could someone simply “forget”? When you care about someone, even if they don’t reply, you find yourself constantly clicking into the chat, checking if you missed a notification, terrified of overlooking a single word. To forget for an entire month could only mean one thing: she didn’t care at all.

Wangyue lowered her head, looking like a wronged puppy. No, she was a panting, angry puppy—clearly furious and hurt, but refusing to speak and refusing to leave.

Chuxian nearly broke her character. This “little liar” looked both pitiful and adorable.

“Nothing to say?”

“I don’t know what to say.” Wangyue kept her head down, hiding her expression.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

Wangyue’s rare streak of stubbornness piqued Chuxian’s interest. She reached out and tilted Wangyue’s chin up, only to find that the girl’s eyes were rimmed with red. She looked truly aggrieved, making her appear even more vulnerable.

“Disobedient children need to be punished.”

Chuxian picked up a nearby glass and took a sip. Her lip print was left clearly on the rim. She pressed that exact spot against Wangyue’s lips. “Open up.”

Chuxian’s voice was gentle—not a command, not overbearing—but Wangyue instinctively obeyed. Seeing the lip print out of the corner of her eye, she found herself taking several extra gulps of water. After a month apart, the separation had only etched the other’s image deeper into their hearts.

Wangyue watched with lingering longing as the glass was pulled away.

“Yue, what kind of girls do you like?” Chuxian asked abruptly.

The question was sudden, and it carried the absolute certainty that Wangyue liked girls. The truth was, everything Wangyue liked, Chuxian possessed. Or rather, she simply liked Chuxian—no matter what version of her she was.

Wangyue thought for a moment. “If I like the person, then I like everything about them.”

Chuxian tapped her on the head. “It sounds like you said something, but you actually said nothing at all.”

How could she say it plainly? How could she say the person she loved was right in front of her? They had shared so much intimacy, but without a formal title, they couldn’t cross that final boundary of language. Their “ambiguity” had withered during the month of silence. Without a relationship, ambiguous words felt forbidden.

Wangyue shook her head. “What about you, Sister? What do you like?”

Chuxian smiled. “Good, obedient, submissive.”

The three words sounded identical. Did she mean she would accept anyone who was submissive? If Wangyue did those things, would she be loved?

Then, Chuxian added, “Actually, none of those.” This sudden reversal felt like a roller coaster.

“Then what?” Wangyue pressed.

“You.”

I like it because it’s you. Because it’s you, whatever traits you have, I like.

Those two words allowed for a thousand interpretations, causing Wangyue’s heart to stop for a beat. Every ounce of previous unhappiness vanished. Nothing could compete with a single sentence from Yun Chuxian.

Wangyue looked up at her, her heart overflowing. How should she handle this? Should she just “charge in” as Mo Lai suggested? Their families approved; there were no obstacles left except themselves.

“Sister.” Wangyue stared into Chuxian’s eyes, the love in her own gaze impossible to hide.

She reached out and caught the edge of Chuxian’s sleeve, slowly moving her hand until their fingers were interlaced. Sensing her cautious testing, Chuxian didn’t pull away, though she didn’t squeeze back as she usually did.

As long as Chuxian didn’t reject her, Wangyue felt brave. It was time to say it—if she waited until the shoot wrapped, they might lose their chance. “When Sister talked about marriage… does that still count?”

The words stunned even her. She had meant to talk about “dating,” but “marriage” had slipped out instead. Since it was out, she pushed further. “I want to marry you.”

They had met on a blind date intended for marriage, after all. The thought of a life together sent a surge of happiness through her.

Chuxian tilted her head. “Marriage? Why the sudden change of heart? Didn’t you refuse me before?” Chuxian was a bit of a grudge-holder. She believed Wangyue liked her, but was it as deep as her own love? Not yet.

Wangyue dropped to one knee by Chuxian’s lap. “I love you.”

Now that it was said plainly, the hesitation was gone. Chuxian pinched her chin and let out a soft laugh. “You love me? Just ‘loving’ isn’t enough.”

She didn’t let Wangyue guess further. Instead, she began to dismiss her. “I need to rest.”

Wangyue opened her mouth to argue, but Chuxian used her foot to gently push against Wangyue’s shoulder. “Get out.”

*****

Wangyue left, but she was determined now. If Chuxian had been the proactive one before, it was her turn.

She sent a text to Bai Yu saying Chuxian was alone, then checked her GPS for a supermarket. She wanted to buy supplies—chocolate, candy, things to help with low blood sugar. She borrowed an electric scooter from Mo Lai and spent two hours scouring the ancient city. She finally found a tin of high-quality, not-too-sweet chocolates—the kind she knew Chuxian preferred.

By the time she returned to the guesthouse, it was after 1:00 AM. The night air was freezing, and she had been out in it for too long. After a quick shower, she started sneezing. By mid-night, her throat felt like it was full of razor blades. She found some medicine in her bag and finally fell back into a fitful sleep.

When the alarm went off the next morning, she could barely open her eyes. Her voice was a raspy wreck. She called Mo Lai. “I have a cold. Tell Director Sun I can’t make it to the set today.”

“What? I’m coming over right now!” Mo Lai hung up.

Five minutes later, Mo Lai burst in. “Tang Wangyue, what time did you get back last night? How did you get sick?”

“One in the morning.” Wangyue stayed buried under the covers, pointing a single hand at the tin of candy on the nightstand. “Give that to Yun Chuxian.”

“…” Mo Lai looked at her like she was crazy. “What do I say?”

“Tell her… if her blood sugar drops, eat one.”

Talking hurt too much. Mo Lai sighed, took the candy, and turned to leave. “Why didn’t you just call her yourself?”

“Contagious,” Wangyue croaked. She didn’t want Chuxian to get sick. If Chuxian got sick, the whole production would stall, costing millions. She had to stay away.

Mo Lai felt like the “third wheel” of the century. “But you called me, you’re not afraid of infecting me?”

Wangyue tugged piteously on Mo Lai’s sleeve.

“Fine, fine. Stay in bed. I’ll bring you some porridge later.”

Mo Lai took the candy to Chuxian’s room. Bai Yu opened the door. “Director Mo?”

Mo Lai handed over the tin. “Yue bought this for Miss Yun at a supermarket last night. She didn’t get back until 1:00 AM. Now she’s bedridden with a fever.”

Inside, Chuxian heard everything. As soon as Bai Yu walked in, Chuxian frowned. “Tang Wangyue is sick?”

“That’s what Director Mo said.” Bai Yu placed the tin in front of her.

Chuxian opened it to find a mix of carefully selected candies and chocolates. Wangyue must have spent hours picking them out.

“Take some medicine to her,” Chuxian ordered, her voice laced with worry. As the lead actress, she couldn’t risk getting sick herself—the financial loss would be staggering. She had to protect her health, but her heart…

Her heart had already flown to Tang Wangyue’s bedside.

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