Why Does The "Fishing Queen" Always Flirt With Me? - Chapter 5

“A pursuer?” Tang Wangyue was speechless for a long while before standing up in a huff. “Who on earth wants to be your pursuer?”

In all fairness, Yun Chuxian had no shortage of pursuers; her follower count across three major platforms exceeded twenty million. It’s just that Wangyue had never once imagined herself joining their ranks.

Yun Chuxian picked up a slice of bread, tore off a small piece, and popped it into her mouth, her eyes brimming with a soft, lingering affection. That look made Wangyue’s heart skip a beat—this woman was turning on the charm again.

“Your things are on the table. Have someone come pick you up as soon as possible.”

Wangyue began sandwiching sausage, egg, and a few lettuce leaves between her bread slices. As she did, she quietly pushed the other plate—the one with the egg fried just the way Yun Chuxian seemed to like it—toward the actress.

Her gaze briefly caught on the white expanse of Yun Chuxian’s neck, and she felt a jolt of heat at the sight of the stray red marks there. She quickly looked away, acting as if she hadn’t seen a thing.

Yun Chuxian looked down at the egg. A ripple of tenderness surfaced in her eyes. “Oh, you… you will be my pursuer.” She looked up at Wangyue, her cool voice making it sound like an absolute, albeit trivial, fact.

Wangyue couldn’t be bothered to argue. Instead, she asked, “I’m curious—when exactly did you start investigating me, Miss Yun?” She watched the actress’s face closely, desperate to know why this woman seemed to know her so well.

Yun Chuxian lowered her head with a light laugh. “Who goes on a blind date without doing a little homework first?”

Fair point. But was it really her mother who spilled everything?

“So, you didn’t know I’m technically unemployed?” Wangyue’s family was average. When her mother divorced, she only got an old house. Later, after the area was redeveloped, they received two new apartments and some cash. Her mother was a retired head nurse with a decent pension, but they were firmly middle-class. Yun Chuxian was in a different league entirely—her pay per episode was nearly two million, and that wasn’t even counting her brand deals.

Aside from the connection between their parents, Wangyue wondered if Yun Chuxian had actually told her family she liked her, or if her mother was just making things up.

“I’ll take care of you,” Yun Chuxian said with a smile. She took a sip of milk, leaving a small white drop on her upper lip. Her tongue flicked out momentarily, and the drop vanished.

Little liar, Wangyue thought. She knows I’m a screenwriter on the crew, yet she still calls me unemployed.

The sight of that tongue sent a jolt through Wangyue, and her gaze intensified. Scenes from the previous night began to loop in her mind. She picked up her own glass of milk and drained it in one go, trying to suppress the restless feeling in her chest.

“I wonder how many people you’ve said that to, Miss Yun.”

Yun Chuxian stood up, walked to the sofa, and checked her phone. She tapped out a message before replying, “Only you.”

Her words felt like a mix of truth and playfulness; Wangyue couldn’t tell which was which.

Just then, Wangyue’s phone vibrated. It was a message from Mo Lai.

The start date for the shoot is confirmed: two weeks from now. I’ve submitted your name. You’re going to be the screenwriter for my unit. Please, Yue, save my life! This is the most important break of my career. Whether I can become a big director and film your scripts in the future all depends on this.

If you agree to come, I’ll cover all the tickets for the Jagerwave tour this year!

Jagerwave was an edgy girl group with a cool, wild vibe. Wangyue loved their music, and their tour tickets were notoriously hard to get. She looked down at the screen and smiled, but didn’t reply immediately.

Yun Chuxian caught the smile. “The shoot for The Eldest Princess starts in two weeks. I assume I’ll be seeing Screenwriter Tang on set?”

The project had been in the works for a long time. It was a summer shoot, expected to last six months. The exact start date depended on the lead actors’ schedules and finding an auspicious day for the opening ceremony.

Since Mo Lai had already submitted her name, Yun Chuxian must have seen it on the roster.

Wangyue was about to say she wasn’t going when the doorbell rang. She frowned. Who would be here at this hour?

“That should be my assistant,” Yun Chuxian said with a smile as she went to answer it.

When the door opened, Wangyue froze. Standing there was a woman about her mother’s age. “Au… Auntie?”

Auntie? Wangyue poked her head out. “Mom?”

She panicked instantly. What on earth was Ms. Tang doing here now?

Tang Rong looked confused for a second before her eyes lit up. “Chuxian? You’ve grown so much! The last time I saw you, you were only…” She gestured to her chest, then corrected herself by pointing to her nose. “Only this tall.”

Wangyue was utterly bewildered. She had never even met her mother’s friend’s daughter.

“Yes, Auntie Tang. It’s been a long time.” Yun Chuxian shot a look at her assistant, who was hovering awkwardly in the hall.

Bai Yu took the hint. “Boss, here are your clothes.”

Clothes? Tang Rong looked at the pajamas Yun Chuxian was wearing. Weren’t those her daughter’s… childish pajamas? Her gaze shifted from Yun Chuxian to Wangyue, then back again. Wait… them?

Well, well, Tang Wangyue, her mother’s eyes seemed to scream. Didn’t you tell me yesterday she wasn’t interested? And here you are, sleeping together already.

Wangyue felt like the world was ending. This was it—she was never going to be able to explain this. “Mom…”

“Don’t call me ‘Mom’!” Tang Rong snapped. The other three people in the room jumped.

But when she turned back to Yun Chuxian, Tang Rong’s face melted into a warm smile. “Chuxian, are you busy today? I bought some groceries; why don’t we have lunch together?”

Yun Chuxian was about to agree when she caught the desperate, pleading look in Wangyue’s eyes. She cleared her throat. “Auntie, I actually have work.”

She had originally returned to Xifu City for a vacation, intending to rest for a few days before the shoot started. The main goal of her “break” had been to engineer this meeting with Wangyue. She could have taken this chance to solidify their relationship by using Auntie Tang to apply pressure, but she decided against it.

Knowing that a superstar’s schedule was demanding, Tang Rong didn’t push. “Right, right. Work comes first. I’ll tell your mother, and I’ll bring Wangyue over to visit in a few days.”

Her “pig” had managed to snag a “premium cabbage.” Now that she knew, she had to pay a formal visit; it was only polite.

“Mom!” Wangyue was speechless. What was she even talking about?

Yun Chuxian took her clothes and walked into the bedroom with an air of familiarity, as if she’d been there a hundred times.

Tang Rong smiled at Bai Yu. Having been an assistant for years, Bai Yu knew exactly when to disappear. “Well, Auntie Tang, Miss Tang… I’ll head down first.”

“Good girl, go on then.” As soon as the door closed, Tang Rong’s smile vanished. She marched over and grabbed her daughter by the ear. “Tang Wangyue! I told you to go on a blind date, not bring her home and do… this. I don’t even know how I’m going to face Auntie Yun.”

“Mom, it’s not what it looks like!” Wangyue explained weakly.

“Then why is she here? Are you telling me nothing happened last night?”

Wangyue was at a loss for words. Things had happened, but they hadn’t completely happened. But how could she explain that? There was no way to prove her innocence now.

Tang Rong took her silence as a confession and huffed. “Let me tell you, Chuxian is a good girl. She already told her family she likes you, and now that things are like this, you’d better treat her right.”

Wangyue bit her lip and stayed silent.

“Did you hear me, Tang Wangyue?”

Wangyue nodded helplessly. “You used to call me your ‘precious Moon-baby’ when I was little.”

“Get out of here with that.”

Tang Rong grumbled until Yun Chuxian walked out.

She had changed into a modern-classical outfit: a white, modified cheongsam with a mandarin collar and short sleeves, paired with a matching skirt embroidered with bamboo leaves. She looked gentle, elegant, and perfectly poised—the exact type elders loved.

And… Wangyue liked it, too.

“Auntie, I’ll be going now,” Yun Chuxian said softly.

“Of course. Whenever you have an event, let me know; I’ll be there to support you.” Tang Rong beamed, looking more and more satisfied with her future daughter-in-law.

Yun Chuxian nodded with a smile, then turned her gaze toward Wangyue. She caught the fleeting look of expectation in the writer’s eyes. “Yue, see you on set.”

“On set?” Tang Rong looked back and forth between them, confused.

Wangyue was currently kicking herself for actually wanting Yun Chuxian to say something to her. Worse, she felt like the actress had noticed.

But as the two of them discussed the shoot, Yun Chuxian nodded obediently before Wangyue could speak. “Yes. I was quite surprised to find Yue’s name on the screenwriting team for my new drama.”

It’s all Mo Lai’s fault, Wangyue thought. Her mother was already obsessed with her getting a “real” job; now that it involved working with Yun Chuxian, she’d never hear the end of it. If she didn’t go now, she might as well never show her face at home again—unless she actually married the woman.

Under Tang Rong’s approving gaze, Wangyue walked Yun Chuxian downstairs. The actress had already donned her hat, sunglasses, and mask.

At the bottom of the stairs, Yun Chuxian took out her phone. “Thanks for walking me down. Let’s add each other on Jianxin.”

Wangyue scanned the QR code. The display name was just a single period: .

A period? Wangyue thought. Nice name.

Meanwhile, her own Jianxin name was Iron-Blooded Great Disc.

Realizing what her name was, Wangyue’s face turned bright red. Crap, I forgot to change it.

A hint of a smile touched Yun Chuxian’s eyes. “See you on set.”

“Okay.” Wait… why did I just agree to that?

Wangyue looked up at the sun. Two weeks felt like a very long time to wait…

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