Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 1

A typhoon warning was in effect, dark clouds blanketed the sky, and torrential rain poured down as if the heavens had torn open.

Inside the airport terminal, over a thousand fans sat quietly, holding banners without causing any disturbance, even making way for other passengers.

The names on the banners and the life-sized standees were familiar to many Yun Chuxian.

Soon, someone who appeared to be an assistant emerged. Chuxian has arranged buses for everyone. Please board in an orderly manner. Next time, you might not be able to come to the airport in such heavy rain, okay?

Okay, the fans replied obediently.

This incident quickly went viral.

#Fans brave typhoon to greet Yun Chuxian at airport actress arranges twenty buses to send them home#

Comments flooded in, praising Yun Chuxian’s fans for their good fortune and her extraordinary kindness.

Tang Wangyue sat in the taxi, casually scrolling through fan comments before clicking on Yun Chuxian’s performance video.

Yun Chuxian’s face alone made it easy to overlook her acting skills. The entertainment industry was full of beautiful actresses, but none possessed her ethereal beauty. Her exquisite features seemed to be Nüwa’s most prized creation.

Despite numerous rumors about Yun Chuxian’s personal life, none had ever been substantiated with photos or evidence, likely stemming from hearsay.

Yun Chuxian herself had an extensive body of work, maintaining her popularity for a decade. She was highly selective about her projects. Several years ago, she transitioned to the big screen, starring in several films and earning acclaim as one of the most successful television actresses to make the leap to cinema.

Recently, news spread that Yun Chuxian was considering television drama scripts, prompting countless production companies to submit their proposals.

While Yun Chuxian wasn’t a guaranteed box office draw, she was a ratings powerhouse. For others, achieving a popularity index of 10,000 was a monumental challenge, but for her dramas, becoming a hit was almost effortless.

Tang Wangyue never imagined Yun Chuxian would agree to star in the adaptation of her novel.

When her friend Mo Lai first told her, Tang Wangyue’s initial reaction was disbelief, followed by the thought that such a stunning face would indeed be perfect for the female lead she had written.

As for the rumors surrounding Yun Chuxian, Tang Wangyue had always dismissed them.

Looking at Yun Chuxian’s devastatingly beautiful face, Tang Wangyue couldn’t help but acknowledge her talent. Despite her limited acting range, Yun Chuxian managed to deliver a compelling performance, proving she was more than just a pretty face.

Mo Lai messaged Tang Wangyue, not for her opinion, but to ask if she wanted to join the scriptwriting team and oversee the production now that Yun Chuxian had been cast as the female lead.

Mo Lai, previously an assistant director known for handling miscellaneous tasks, was now in charge of Group B. Anxious about potential missteps, she wanted Tang Wangyue, the original author, to be on set.

Tang Wangyue, an introvert, had no interest in joining the production team, but she was deeply intrigued by the female lead.

The female lead of this novel was her favorite character. Once Yun Chuxian was confirmed for the role, Tang Wangyue naturally paid close attention.

Impressed by Yun Chuxian’s acting prowess, she replied to Mo Lai The female lead is perfect.

And she truly was. Warm-hearted and kind, Yun Chuxian treated her fans with genuine respect, unlike other celebrities who saw them merely as tools.

Mo Lai immediately sent a flurry of messages So? Are you joining the team or not?

Listen, if Yun Chuxian makes your script a hit, your copyright could easily be worth over ten million! You need to come and oversee things, make revisions on the spot, and refine every detail!

Tang Wangyue smiled. My mom’s arranged a blind date for me. I probably won’t have time. Besides, I’m just a junior screenwriter. What influence could I possibly have over the production?

Mo Lai Hearing your excuses, you’re actually using a blind date to block me? Besides, film crews aren’t as scary as you think.

Immediately, Mo Lai sent another message You’re just a junior screenwriter, but you’re also the original author. With you there, I’ll feel much more at ease.

Tang Wangyue leaned against the car window, absently replying Do you dare disobey your mother? Or the producer and director?

Mo Lai No.

Tang Wangyue chuckled. A second later, another message arrived Logically speaking, you earn quite a bit, right? After taxes, you must have pocketed several hundred thousand yuan from the copyright this time. Plus, you’re good-looking. Why would you need a blind date? Your aunt is too anxious.

Tang Wangyue quickly typed My relatives call me a poor novelist.

She had started writing novels in college. After graduating, she became a screenwriter, working like a slave on film sets under her mentor’s whip before retreating back to her rented room to write novels again.

She also wrote screenplays, printing them out and storing them in a cabinet, where they gathered dust, nameless and unclaimed. Who would film your work anyway? In contrast, several of her novels had already been adapted into films.

Her relatives and friends all saw her as a poor, reclusive writer escaping the world.

Perhaps they were right. As an introvert, she rarely saw her relatives and had few friends. She had no desire to prove herself to anyone.

The taxi pulled up at the agreed-upon meeting place for the blind date. The rain had stopped, and Tang Wangyue stepped out, curious as to why her date had chosen the Old Town.

This was where she had grown up, a village-like area within the city that had yet to be redeveloped due to the high cost of demolition. Some of the old shops from her childhood still remained.

Her date had suggested meeting at the only upscale shopping mall in the vicinity, which housed a decent coffee shop on the first floor. The owner of the coffee shop was an acquaintance.

Upon arriving, Tang Wangyue took a photo and sent it to her mother with a simple message Here.

Her mother didn’t reply, likely busy with something.

Ever since Tang Wangyue graduated and chose not to pursue a conventional job, her mother had been eager to set her up on blind dates. Exhausted by the constant pressure, Tang Wangyue began hinting that she preferred women.

Her mother initially resisted the idea, but eventually relented, reasoning, She’s my own daughter. What am I going to do, kill her?

To Tang Wangyue’s surprise, her mother not only accepted the situation quickly but immediately arranged a blind date with another woman. The other woman seemed uninterested, wearing a mask and a hat, though she appeared quite attractive.

But her mother had given her an ultimatum if she didn’t go on this date, she wouldn’t be welcome home anymore.

Left with no choice, Tang Wangyue took a taxi to the meeting place. She dressed casually in a light blue striped shirt paired with matching shorts—she preferred wearing sets to avoid the hassle of coordinating outfits, and it wasn’t considered impolite.

She chose a corner seat, remembering her mother’s words They know what you look like.

They used to be neighbors, and Tang Wangyue loved trailing after her. Now that the woman had become successful, she refused to marry, much to her family’s anxiety.

So they’ve resorted to setting her up on blind dates? Tang Wangyue thought. Her family seems surprisingly open-minded.

Tang Wangyue ordered a lemon water. As soon as the agreed-upon time arrived, she would leave without a moment’s hesitation.

As the minutes ticked by and the person still hadn’t arrived, Tang Wangyue was about to get up when a figure suddenly stood before her.

Mask and hat—just like in the photos. She had only ever seen celebrities disguise themselves like this in news reports.

Tang Wangyue?

The voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain stream—gentle and pleasing to the ear.

Tang Wangyue looked up, meeting the woman’s gaze. Her eyes were as still as a bottomless well, unnervingly calm, like a goddess observing mortals, as if nothing happening in the world could possibly concern her.

Tang Wangyue frowned. While she appreciated the woman’s voice, she disliked her attitude. What was the point of wearing a mask and hat on a blind date?

Perhaps she’s here against her will, just like me? Tang Wangyue thought. If that’s the case, this will be much easier to handle.

Tang Wangyue offered a polite smile. We’ve met. Since neither of us wants this arranged meeting, you can blame me when you get back.

With that, she added, I’ve already paid the bill.

Tang Wangyue rose to leave, but the other woman spoke again. How do you know I don’t want this?

Tang Wangyue watched as she removed her mask, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face beneath—a refined, noble, and unattainable beauty, far more stunning than she appeared on television.

The online reviews hadn’t lied. The camera captured less than a tenth of Yun Chuxian’s true beauty.

Having just watched Yun Chuxian’s videos, Tang Wangyue recognized her instantly. What shocked her was that her arranged date was none other than the superstar Yun Chuxian herself.

The mere sight of that face sent a jolt of awe through Tang Wangyue’s heart.

Who could have imagined that the person she had just been chatting with online would suddenly appear before her?

Yun… you… Tang Wangyue glanced cautiously around. You should put your mask back on.

Yun Chuxian’s smile held a hint of amusement, yet it felt distant, merely a polite gesture. It’s fine. There aren’t many people here.

Not only were there few people around, but their secluded corner meant they wouldn’t be noticed unless someone walked right up to them.

Tang Wangyue had chosen this secluded spot precisely to avoid being seen, which conveniently kept Yun Chuxian hidden from view as well.

Realizing that Yun Chuxian was the female lead of her novel, Tang Wangyue sat back down, her gaze drawn to the woman. Yun Chuxian’s shoulder-length, cascading black waves were the very embodiment of gentle goddess-like grace. Her aura blended classical elegance with modern sophistication, her eyes clear and lively, her features refined and captivating without being overtly seductive, and even her hair seemed meticulously styled.

Yun Chuxian’s beauty was paradoxical, exuding both high-end refinement and alluring charm. No wonder she could effortlessly embody diverse roles—from spirited and vivacious characters to cold, sharp-edged urban powerhouses, ethereal goddesses, and even heroic, dashing figures.

Her exceptional bone structure had kept her consistently high on female celebrity beauty rankings since her debut. As her popularity soared, she maintained the top spot for several consecutive years, her allure only deepening with time.

Truly a top-tier beauty, living up to her legendary reputation.

Yun Chuxian lifted her glass of warm water with graceful movements and spoke softly, It seems you recognize me.

Tang Wangyue nodded, meeting those deep, calm eyes. I do.

This man was like a succubus a single glance made her heart race.

Yun Chuxian smiled warmly at her and extended a hand. Hello, I’m Yun Chuxian, your blind date.

His eyes were gentle, his lips curved in a smile, but a closer look revealed a chilling clarity in his gaze.

Dating Yun Chuxian was like the moon in the sky and a tree in the mountains. She was merely the tree, briefly illuminated by the moon’s fleeting light, while the moon would never linger for the tree.

Tang Wangyue understood this perfectly. She forced a sincere smile and said earnestly, Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this blind date. I’ll tell my mom and your family that it was my fault for leaving early, so we didn’t even meet…

Yun Chuxian raised an eyebrow, interrupting her. We did meet.

Isn’t that just an excuse? she thought. It’s like when Mom used to drop me off late for school and say I hadn’t woken up on time.

Wait, has Yun Chuxian never lied to his parents? That’s way too well-behaved.

Tang Wangyue fell silent, then finally said, Then let’s just tell the truth.

She stood up without saying goodbye. I’m leaving now.

Given their circumstances—one a towering celebrity, the other just a small-time screenwriter in the industry—they were unlikely to ever meet again.

Yun Chuxian watched Tang Wangyue’s retreating figure, her fingers twitching slightly as if restraining herself.

She slipped on her sunglasses and followed, catching Tang Wangyue by the hem of her shirt. I’ll drive you home.

The scent of roses and aloof coldness lingered around Tang Wangyue’s nose, making her heart feel as if it had stopped beating and her ears burn.

She couldn’t help but glance back. Yun Chuxian wore a deep V-neck white shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up, tucked into straight-leg trousers that made her legs look impossibly long and her aura explosively dominant.

By the time Tang Wangyue snapped out of her daze, she had already been pulled into the car parked outside the café.

The scent was even stronger inside the car—a cold, sophisticated bitter rose that conveyed the wearer’s uncompromising, strong-willed, and aloof nature.

Yun Chuxian seemed approachable, but her warmth was only a facade.

Their first meeting had left Tang Wangyue puzzled. While Yun Chuxian’s genuine kindness and consideration toward her fans were undeniable, they were strangers. Why would a first-date acquaintance insist on driving her home?

Tang Wangyue sat in the back seat, the partition separating the space into two private compartments.

The alluring fragrance enveloped her like a woman’s gentle embrace, blurring the line between reality and dream.

It felt surreal—how had she ended up in the car of a major celebrity?

Tang Wangyue stole glances at the woman beside her. The woman sat with regal poise, her expression as calm as still water, revealing nothing.

Perhaps influenced by the delicate fragrance, Tang Wangyue found the woman increasingly alluring, imagining she would taste… utterly delicious.

Meanwhile, Tang Wangyue sat stiffly, her lips pressed into a thin line, hands resting primly on her knees, radiating an awkwardness.

The woman beside her perfectly embodied the phrase someone who looks utterly delectable—the kind of captivating older sister who could leave anyone spellbound, making it impossible not to fall for her.

If this continues, I’ll suffocate, Tang Wangyue thought. Just drop me off outside the subway station in a bit.

Contrary to her expectations, Yun Chuxian didn’t refuse. She turned to study Tang Wangyue’s profile, and feeling the gaze, Tang Wangyue’s ears flushed hotter, and she dared not turn her head.

A genuine smile bloomed on Yun Chuxian’s lips, far more sincere than any Tang Wangyue had seen before.

Is your family really pressuring you to get married?

Yun Chuxian’s question made Tang Wangyue turn her head, assuming she simply wanted to chat. Mm-hmm. My mom’s worried I’ll end up lonely in old age.

Never been in a relationship?

Tang Wangyue detected a hint of satisfaction in Yun Chuxian’s tone. I must be mishearing things, she thought.

She didn’t answer the question directly. What about you? You’re a big star. You must be even less in a hurry to date, right?

I am in a hurry.

Yun Chuxian’s unexpected answer left Tang Wangyue momentarily speechless.

They barely knew each other, having just met. What could they possibly talk about?

Suddenly, she felt Yun Chuxian’s breath grow slightly warmer on her nose. Despite the distance between them, she could sense the gentle warmth beside her.

Summoning her courage, Tang Wangyue glanced over. Yun Chuxian had indeed moved closer. With each sway of the car, their shoulders brushed occasionally.

Her heart fluttered. You…

So, we could try it, Yun Chuxian said softly, her voice both coaxing and hopeful.

What? Tang Wangyue’s throat tightened, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Try it? Tang Wangyue thought she must have misheard.

She instinctively gripped the mineral water bottle tighter, accidentally catching Yun Chuxian’s fingers in her grasp. She quickly released her hand.

Beside her sat Yun Chuxian, the renowned star, gazing at her with gentle eyes. Though the woman’s gaze was cool and detached, Tang Wangyue felt its burning intensity.

Tang Wangyue’s back straightened even further, her heart skipping a beat before suddenly racing. She couldn’t believe Yun Chuxian would say such a thing. Yun…

At that moment, she found herself unable to utter the woman’s name.

Yun Chuxian chuckled softly, her voice teasingly seductive. You don’t want to?

Tang Wangyue turned to look at Yun Chuxian’s faint smile. From this angle, the woman’s back appeared remarkably slender, her graceful figure drawing the eye and stirring a sense of possessive desire.

Suddenly, the car braked sharply, throwing Yun Chuxian sideways. Tang Wangyue instinctively reached out to steady her, pulling the woman closer until their bodies pressed tightly together.

For a moment, Tang Wangyue’s nostrils filled with the crisp fragrance of cold roses. Her throat tightened, her heart pounding wildly.

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Synopsis Bu Anran transmigrated.

Good news She gained a golden finger that made her words come true.

Bad news It cost her lifespan.

Encountering a wild boar, she thought, If only I had Chu Liuxiang’s peerless qinggong!

The interface displayed Acquired qinggong. Lifespan deducted by ten years. Remaining lifespan one month.

Who could understand her despair? She was about to die the moment she transmigrated!

Then she discovered a frail beauty in the village. Each time she saw him, her lifespan increased by one day. If she saw him 36,500 times, she could live to a hundred years old—provided she never spoke.

So, she diligently visited the beauty ten times a day, bringing warmth, feeding him, and working hard to earn money for gifts, all for the sake of seeing him.

Before long, rumors spread through the village Little Mute has fallen for the Sickly One.

So what? Seeing such beauty could grant a hundred years of life! Who could resist?

Gradually, Bu Anran noticed a strange change in the Cold Beauty, who had previously been aloof and indifferent

Now, the Beauty leaned weakly against the Beauty Couch, waiting for Bu Anran to serve her. She was too weak to eat on her own, needing to be fed, and even required assistance with bathing.

Beauty Sister is so pale… Bu Anran thought. No, she’s just so frail. I wonder what illness has made her so weak.

She resolved to hire more doctors to treat her.

Before long, Beauty Sister extended an invitation for Bu Anran to stay overnight. Isn’t that… improper?

Bu Anran lay on the Beauty Couch, pressed close to Beauty Sister’s icy body. She must be so cold, she thought, and was about to pull her into an embrace when the Cold Beauty suddenly burrowed into her arms.

That night, the delicate fragrance filled her nostrils as she silently recited the Heart-Clearing Mantra eight hundred times.

Life was peaceful until Bu Anran realized her lifespan had truly extended to a hundred years. It seemed sleeping with Beauty Sister was far more effective than just seeing her.

But one day, dark clouds loomed overhead as tens of thousands of people knelt in unison atop their flying swords.

The Demon Realm’s barrier is about to shatter! We implore the Immortal Venerable to intervene!

Bu Anran watched Beauty Sister pass by her, sighing softly. Let’s go.

She reached out and grasped Shi Qingqian’s sleeve, speaking for the first time. If you don’t want to go, I’ll protect you.

So what if I lose a hundred years of lifespan?

Before Shi Qingqian could reply, the figures hovering in the air unleashed their oppressive aura. Insolence! Death to anyone who touches the Immortal Venerable!

Shi Qingqian stepped in front of Bu Anran. A mere mortal poses no threat.

Beauty Sister departed, casually erasing the villagers’ memories of that day. The Little Mute became the village laughingstock.

So what! This is a cultivation world. Why can’t I, Bu Anran, pursue immortality? As for the Cold Beauty… who is she anyway?

At the Immortal Venerable’s disciple selection ceremony, Shi Qingqian once again encountered the Little Mute who had warmed her couch.

Everyone watched as the lofty Immortal Venerable descended from the high platform and asked a single person, Are you willing to cultivate immortality with me?

Bu Anran No!

That very night, Bu Anran was abducted and placed on Shi Qingqian’s couch.

Since you refuse to cultivate immortality with This Venerable, then continue warming my couch.