Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 48

Tang Wangyue was under the intoxicating illusion that she and Yun Chuxian were truly dating, even if they hadn’t crossed the final line yet.

That day, when Chuxian had arranged for her to nap in the trailer, they had ended up kissing. She could feel Chuxian teasing her, leading a fierce offensive, always maintaining control over their lips. It wasn’t that Wangyue didn’t want to take the lead; it was that whenever she tried to deepen the kiss or take initiative, Chuxian would skillfully evade her. Chuxian would cup the back of her neck, gently but firmly preventing her from exerting her own will.

Wangyue was also terrified that if she moved too much, the woman sitting on her lap would fall. She cherished this intimacy too much to let it end abruptly. But the initiative wasn’t hers. Whether the kiss went further or retreated was entirely up to Chuxian.

Suddenly, Chuxian pulled back slightly, her gaze lingering on Wangyue’s reddened lips, and then—she leaned in and bit her.

That was the spark.

Wangyue, who had been obediently accepting the kisses, suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline at the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She flipped the script. She sat up abruptly, one hand gripping Chuxian’s waist and the other interlacing their fingers. Now, it was Chuxian who was forced back, her body swaying precariously until Wangyue stabilized her. They stayed in that intense, locked position for a long time.

Eventually, the lack of air forced them apart. Chuxian sat up, looking slightly disheveled and unsteady. Frustrated by the loss of control, she leaned over and bit Wangyue’s ear, then immediately grabbed her phone to check her reflection. She breathed a sigh of relief—no swelling. If her lips were swollen, it would ruin the afternoon shoot.

Wangyue noticed this and let out a dry laugh, glancing at her own lips. “You’re fine. I’m the one in trouble.”

Chuxian’s lips were just a bit redder, which would fade. But Wangyue had a clear mark. If she walked out of Chuxian’s trailer with a bitten lip, everyone would know exactly who did it.

“Don’t you dare get off this van this afternoon,” Chuxian huffed, pulling Wangyue toward the bed and starting to unbutton her jacket.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping,” Chuxian said, flicking her forehead. “Did you think we were going to do… that?”

I mean, I wouldn’t say no, Wangyue thought, but she didn’t dare say it aloud.

*****

However, once they returned to the hotel, the dynamic shifted again. Chuxian retreated into her room and didn’t come out. Wangyue, desperate to see her, invented a dozen excuses.

“I ran out of body wash.”

“Do you have any face cleanser?”

Every time she asked, Chuxian would hand the item over. But when Wangyue tried to linger or make conversation, she was met with a swiftly closing door. It was as if the woman from the trailer had vanished.

Wangyue didn’t realize that Chuxian was actually shy. Since they met, Chuxian had always held the upper hand; she hadn’t expected Wangyue’s sudden “counter-attack” to leave her so defenseless. Just a little bit of initiative from Wangyue made Chuxian’s breath hitch and her knees weak. She had underestimated her lack of resistance to the girl.

But before their romance could blossom further, the storm hit.

An “insider” leaked that Yun Chuxian was dating a screenwriter on set. The report was detailed and included photos. It claimed a “Screenwriter Tang” was constantly in and out of Chuxian’s trailer, staying for hours at a time. Furthermore, it alleged that this screenwriter was the reason why the script for The Eldest Princess was being “ruined” by bad adaptations.

Two hashtags exploded:

#YunChuxianDatingScreenwriterTang#

#ScreenwriterTangRuiningTheEldestPrincess#

Chuxian’s fans were furious, attacking Wangyue for “corrupting” their idol. General onlookers joined in, insulted that some “nobody” was dating a superstar. Most vicious of all were the original novel fans, who viewed any script changes as a personal attack. Since Sun Ran and Yun Chuxian had stellar reputations, all the blame was funneled toward Tang Wangyue.

Soon, the internet found out she was a woman.

[“Wait, Screenwriter Tang is a woman?”]

[“Is Yun Chuxian a lesbian?”]

[“Who cares about that—the script leak is garbage! She’s ruining the source material!”]

[“If they’re dating, Chuxian is clearly blinded. Of course she’d let her girlfriend ruin the script.”]

Wangyue, suddenly the target of a nationwide hate campaign, saw the news via social media. She looked at the “leaked script” circulating online. It was a complete disaster—and it had nothing to do with the actual script they were filming. Someone had intentionally leaked a fake, terrible version of the script to frame her.

*****

Mo Lai found her, looking hesitant. “Have you seen the news?”

Wangyue laughed weakly. “You mean the part where the whole internet hates me?”

“This is getting too big,” Mo Lai said. “Someone is definitely pushing this behind the scenes. Your mom even called me; she’s terrified this will hurt you.”

Wangyue’s heart sank. She always kept her professional life a secret from her mother to avoid worry. Her mother only knew she “wrote scripts,” which kept the predatory relatives at bay.

“I thought it would blow over,” Wangyue said, “but someone wants blood.”

“Go find Chuxian,” Mo Lai suggested. “She has a professional PR team. This is easy for her.”

Wangyue hesitated. She didn’t want to rely on Chuxian for everything. “I’ll talk to the Director first, then Ye Lingxi.”

As she headed toward her room, the door opened and Bai Yu stepped out. “Screenwriter Tang, the Boss wants to see you.”

Wangyue glanced at Mo Lai, who took that as her cue to leave. “What does Miss Yun want?” Wangyue asked Bai Yu.

Bai Yu sighed. “Probably to discuss whether or not you two should go public.”

Go public? Wangyue thought. We haven’t even started dating yet! What is there to go public about?

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