Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 46

Yun Chuxian let out a soft laugh and suddenly pulled Tang Wangyue’s waist closer, bringing their bodies flush against each other.

The next second, Wangyue’s body went rigid. She was stunned as her lips were pressed by Chuxian’s, feeling the light, teasing lick of a tongue. Then, Chuxian’s cool, low laughter vibrated against her. “A pity… Yue is sick.”

That single sentence sent Wangyue’s heart into a frenzy. If I weren’t sick, what would have happened between us? Likely something far more intense.

Wangyue didn’t want to pass her cold to Chuxian, but then she realized—they were already in the same bed, and they had just kissed. If she was going to catch it, she probably already had. Still, her body’s exhaustion was undeniable; she knew she wouldn’t last long if they actually did anything. Above all, she didn’t want to leave a bad impression on Chuxian in this haggard state.

She could only shrink back into her own blanket. If there were light, one would surely see the look of deep, piteous resentment on her face.

Even without looking, Chuxian could feel the waves of grievance radiating from the girl. When you’re sick, you can’t eat anything good, you have to take bitter medicine, and worst of all, you’re lying next to the woman you love but have to stay perfectly still. Chuxian’s lips curved into a smirk. She reached out from under her blanket, slowly sliding her hand into Wangyue’s, and interlaced their fingers. Wangyue froze for a moment at the sudden touch, then smiled and squeezed back. Comforted by Chuxian’s warmth and the drowsiness of the medicine, she soon drifted off.

*****

Listening to the steady breathing beside her, Chuxian tucked the blankets in for Wangyue. She turned on her side and lit her phone screen—just enough to see Wangyue’s face.

“Little liar,” she whispered.

Images from the past flooded her mind. She saw a “dirty little bun” version of herself, staring piteously at a young Wangyue eating a pancake. Back then, Tang Wangyue’s clothes were old but clean, her face fair and tender. Even though her family wasn’t wealthy, she was clearly well-loved—and incredibly kind. Seeing Chuxian’s hungry gaze, she had split her pancake and given her the half she hadn’t bitten.

Chuxian was ten then. Her parents had just moved, and in the chaos of the move, they had forgotten her. She didn’t know the way and stayed nearby, afraid her mother wouldn’t find her. She had waited for half a day in the rain. Cold, terrified, and having slipped in the mud several times, she looked like a beggar.

Little Wangyue had frowned. “Are you a beggar?”

“I am not!” Chuxian had denied it instantly. Seeing the younger girl, she had thought quickly. “I lost my mom. Do you know where the police station is?”

“I do.” There wasn’t a corner of those alleys little Wangyue didn’t know.

In the station, Wangyue left with a piece of candy given by the police as a reward, and Chuxian was reunited with her mother. Seeing her mother’s face, Chuxian knew her “trash” of a father had hit her again. She had pretended to be naive, asking loudly in front of the officers, “Mom, what happened to your face? Did Dad hit you again?”

The police took notice. Chuxian’s father beat her for it later, but she had looked at him with cold, indifferent eyes. She told her mother, “This is what happens when you try to keep the peace.” Her mother had lied to the police to protect the man, and Chuxian was the one who paid for it.

Chuxian grew up rebelling against that man, calling the police at every turn despite the beatings. She once told her mother, “If my death is what it takes to wake you up, then I’ll die happy.”

During those dark days, Wangyue was her only light. They lived five minutes apart. Wangyue’s father was a gambler who turned violent, but Tang’s mother was different. Every time the gambler came home, she would send Wangyue out with money for a pancake and tell her to stay away until things were settled. Eventually, Tang’s mother successfully divorced him.

That strength gave Chuxian’s mother courage. Finally, Chuxian’s uncle—ignoring the Yun family’s disapproval—snatched them away to a small town and then sent them abroad to start over. Chuxian only returned for university.

Later, she learned why the elite Yun family had allowed her mother to marry that man. Her mother had gotten pregnant out of wedlock during university. To the traditional Yun family, this was an unforgivable sin. Her grandfather had given her a choice: abort the child and remain a lady of the house, or leave and be disowned. Her mother chose to leave, foolishly hoping to prove her love was right. The man, however, had only targeted her because he saw her rich background.

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When Chuxian left for abroad, she lost contact with Wangyue. She often wondered where she got the courage to fight back as a child; it was the tiny Wangyue who had told her, “Mom says if people bully you and you don’t take a stand, they’ll do it every day. You have to fight back to stop the violence.”

“Sister, do you want some candy?”

“Sister, you’re hurt. Come home with me, my mom will give you medicine.”

“Sister, you’re my best friend.”

“Sister, when I grow up, I’ll protect you.”

Chuxian couldn’t remember the exact tone of those words anymore, but she remembered the warmth. Wangyue was the sugar in her otherwise bitter life.

Years later, Chuxian was an actress. She saw Wangyue again at a drama school event. Wangyue had grown into a bright, radiant young woman. That one smile had crashed into Chuxian’s heart. How could a girl who had suffered similarly be so genuinely sunny? Chuxian, who smiled professionally but felt cold inside, craved that warmth.

She was like a lonely boat seeking a partner for the journey. Tang Wangyue was that person.

The more they interacted, the more obsessed Chuxian became. She wanted Wangyue to stay by her side forever, to be unable to leave her. Even if they were apart for a moment, she wanted to be the only thing in Wangyue’s heart and dreams.

She gazed at Wangyue’s sleeping face for ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour… until her phone slipped from her numbed hand, snapping her out of her trance.

She felt a bit “sick” herself, to be able to stare at a profile for that long. She set the phone aside and gently pinched Wangyue’s cheek.

“Little liar,” she whispered, her voice overflowing with a love that bordered on the possessive.

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