Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 47

Filming continued steadily. After resting for two days, Tang Wangyue felt her strength return and immediately headed back to the set.

Originally, the production was slated to wrap before New Year’s Day. However, due to the smooth filming process, it was now projected to finish in early December. Wangyue thought to herself that she wouldn’t work as an on-set writer again—unless Mo Lai was directing one of her own scripts. It wasn’t that the work was exhausting; she simply didn’t enjoy the daily “office” routine. When she had a choice, she preferred the freedom of being a freelancer.

More importantly, she needed that freedom and a steady income to follow in Yun Chuxian’s footsteps. Wangyue’s career was currently on an upswing; the fact that she had sold four scripts in a row was already causing a stir in the industry. Some had even started reaching out to ask if she had more material, as many were willing to trust the taste of Jingwei Video. She received offers for custom commissions but turned them all down.

First, she didn’t have any scripts she was personally satisfied with yet. Second, she wasn’t in a rush; once Jingwei released her shows and they became hits, the price of her carefully crafted work would skyrocket.

Selling three scripts to Jingwei at once was largely a matter of social strategy. As Yun Chuxian had said, “A favor from Ye Lingxi isn’t something you can get anytime.” Ye Lingxi needed results to prove herself to the parent group. By supporting her now, Wangyue was ensuring Ye Lingxi owed her one. In truth, Chuxian was the one paving the way for her.

Thinking of Chuxian made Wangyue’s lips curve upward. Remembering the night Chuxian stayed by her side, she was certain that she held a place in the actress’s heart. She wanted to find a chance to ask Chuxian what she really thought, but Mo Lai suggested a more direct approach: a confession.

Given that Chuxian had personally made noodles from scratch for her, Mo Lai was convinced this wasn’t one-sided. She believed that instead of dragging things out, Wangyue should just say it.

Wangyue wanted to, of course. Whether it was dating or marriage, she just wanted to be with Chuxian. But how should she confess? She couldn’t do it in public; Chuxian was a superstar, and a public scene would only cause trouble. A private confession would need a venue, gifts, and a script, but the hardest part would be surprising someone as sharp as Yun Chuxian.

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Since her workload as an on-set writer was light, Wangyue spent her time studying the filming process to improve her future scripts. With the memory of Chuxian’s low blood sugar episode still fresh in her mind, she found a kitchen and prepared some dishes she thought Chuxian might like.

To stay in peak condition and avoid bloating, Chuxian was incredibly strict with her diet—rarely eating fruit, avoiding salad dressings, and only eating beef or shrimp for protein. Such a diet made low blood sugar almost inevitable. Wangyue wanted to provide some real nutrition.

She packed the food into a thermal container and sneaked toward the set, trying to avoid being seen—especially by Mo Lai. Naturally, she ran right into her.

“What are you doing here? I told you to rest for two more days,” Mo Lai said, eyeing the container. “What’s that? Takeout? Let me see.”

Wangyue hid the container behind her back, looking innocent.

Mo Lai: “…Is it for Yun Chuxian?”

“Mmm.”

“Fine. My sisterly love is clearly worth nothing.” Mo Lai acted out a scene of heartbreak.

“Sis,” Wangyue said, “your portion is with Le Qing.” She hadn’t forgotten Mo Lai; she just didn’t want to be teased.

“Are you sure this is edible?” Mo Lai asked.

“I followed the steps online and tasted it myself,” Wangyue huffed. “I can’t guarantee your portion, but the best parts are in this one.” Actually, they were the same, but Wangyue had plated Chuxian’s more beautifully.

Wangyue hurried past her sister toward Chuxian’s trailer. Since she was allowed inside, she let herself in to wait. She set the food down and nervously smoothed her clothes. Will she like it?

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Chuxian finished her scene and heard from Bai Yu that Wangyue was in her trailer. She entered to find a nervous Wangyue, who stood up immediately. “Sister.”

“Hmm? You need something?” Chuxian asked, washing her eyes. Her gaze drifted to the thermal containers. “Where’s my salad?”

Wangyue’s face flushed as she opened the containers. She had made three-delicacy stir-fry, braised pork with preserved greens, and sautéed shrimp. For a woman who usually relied on an air fryer, these were a massive effort.

“Eat this instead,” Wangyue whispered.

Chuxian sat next to her. “You made this?”

“Yes.”

Chuxian smiled. She had known Wangyue brought food, but she hadn’t expected her to cook it herself. She picked up a shrimp. “Not bad.”

Wangyue beamed. “Sister should eat more.”

“Afraid I’ll have another episode?” Chuxian asked, seeing right through her. She admitted to herself that she had been pushing too hard with the low-carb diet.

Wangyue pushed the rice toward her. “Eat up. I’ll make more tomorrow.”

“That won’t do,” Chuxian laughed, feeding a piece of braised pork to Wangyue. “If I eat this every day and get a bloated face, I won’t look good on camera. But I’ll be good and eat.”

Chuxian ruffed Wangyue’s hair. “Yue, you just got better. You need to rest, okay?”

“I’m fine,” Wangyue whispered.

“Sleep here this afternoon. We’ll go back to the hotel together tonight.”

Wangyue was delighted. “Okay.”

After lunch, Chuxian stood against the wall on a pressure point mat—an actress’s “secret” for maintaining her figure after a meal—while watching a film on a tablet. Wangyue sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed on Chuxian. She couldn’t hide her infatuation.

When Chuxian finished her light exercise and walked over, Wangyue was still staring. Without a word, Chuxian sat down on Wangyue’s lap. The single-person sofa dipped slightly as they were pressed tightly together.

Chuxian’s hand traced Wangyue’s eyes, her cheeks, and her lips, causing Wangyue to swallow hard. Then, Chuxian slowly leaned down, maintaining eye contact, and pressed her lips against Wangyue’s.

It was a gentle, playful kiss—limited only to the surface, teasing her softly.

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