Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 11

Tang Wangyue couldn’t tell if Yun Chuxian was being polite or sincere.

Back at the hotel, she quickly showered and lay in bed, then pulled out her laptop. After sifting through a pile of documents, she found her original outline and character sketches for the Eldest Princess.

Having already reviewed the script, she now needed to write a new interpretation based on the novel, the script, and her own initial insights.

She hoped this material would help Yun Chuxian better portray the Eldest Princess.

The Eldest Princess was her favorite character. Since Yun Chuxian was well-suited for the role and had been cast, Tang Wangyue felt obligated to make the drama even better.

Tang Wangyue justified her actions to herself I’m doing this for the character, not for Yun Chuxian.

By eleven o’clock, she had finished organizing the materials. It was late sending them now might disturb Yun Chuxian’s sleep.

As she hesitated, Yun Chuxian suddenly sent a message, only to immediately retract it.

?

Tang Wangyue immediately replied What’s wrong?

The moment she sent the message, she wanted to slap herself. Wait, she retracted it—maybe she sent it to the wrong person? Replying so quickly makes me look desperate.

She immediately retracted the message, pretending nothing had happened.

Moments later, her doorbell rang abruptly. Who could it be at this hour?

Tang Wangyue felt a strange sense of anticipation.

She had just replied to Yun Chuxian’s message, and now someone was at her door. Could it be Yun Chuxian herself?

Yet that seemed unlikely. A renowned celebrity knocking on someone’s door in the middle of the night? How absurd.

Especially considering Yun Chuxian’s cold and distant demeanor in front of the Production Crew earlier that day, a stark contrast to her behavior when they were alone.

Two possibilities lingered in Tang Wangyue’s mind.

One Yun Chuxian wanted to keep their relationship hidden from the public.

Two Yun Chuxian had been teasing her all along.

The first explanation seemed plausible. Even though they were only in a blind date arrangement, a major celebrity would naturally want to protect her private life from premature public scrutiny.

But what if it was the second? Lost in thought, Tang Wangyue approached the door and peered through the peephole. She saw a woman wearing a hat, her face obscured by a lowered head.

Frowning, she called out, Who is it?

It’s me.

The familiar voice confirmed it it was indeed Yun Chuxian.

Tang Wangyue immediately opened the door. Yun Chuxian looked up, revealing her striking features.

She waved the script in her hand, along with a character biography. Writer Tang, could I ask about your creative process for developing these characters?

The cool, polite voice rang in Tang Wangyue’s ears, and her heart sank.

Something’s wrong. How does Yun Chuxian know I created these characters?

As her heart turned cold, she stepped aside to let Yun Chuxian enter.

Tang Wangyue closed the door, her mind racing with questions. She couldn’t help but approach Yun Chuxian. How… how did you find out?

Before she could get closer, Yun Chuxian suddenly pressed the rolled-up script against Tang Wangyue’s chest. So you’re the original author of The Eldest Princess.

The script in Yun Chuxian’s hand felt like a sword, forcing Tang Wangyue to retreat step by step until her calves bumped against the sofa. She stumbled backward and fell onto the cushions.

Or rather, she was pushed down.

Tang Wangyue’s mind froze, unable to process what was happening for a long moment.

What… what are you doing?

Yun Chuxian skillfully positioned herself atop Tang Wangyue, like a freshly bathed cat draped over its owner—soft, fragrant, and utterly possessive.

A faint smile played on Yun Chuxian’s lips. Writer Tang, who never joins production crews, what brings you here?

Her voice, soft and alluring, made Tang Wangyue instinctively look up, their gazes meeting.

The woman’s long lashes framed eyes that seemed to possess a bewitching power. A single glance could stir involuntary ripples in the heart of anyone who met her gaze.

Tang Wangyue tried to sit up, but Yun Chuxian pressed her shoulder down, her fingertips brushing against Tang Wangyue’s lashes as if admiring them.

This is my job, Tang Wangyue said, forcing herself to focus and suppress her racing thoughts.

Your job? Yun Chuxian leaned closer, pressing her face against Tang Wangyue’s shoulder and chuckling softly. Writer Tang, aren’t you just infatuated with me?

Was this narcissism? Or a test?

Tang Wangyue couldn’t tell, but she knew the real reason she had chosen to join the production crew after rejecting Mo Lai.

Had Mo Lai already submitted her name? If she could submit it, she could just as easily withdraw it.

Mo Lai’s audacity meant she had already reached an agreement with Director Sun. In this production crew, no one would speak out unless Director Sun gave the word.

So why was she here? The answer was crystal clear.

Knowing the answer was one thing speaking it aloud was another.

Yun Chuxian, what exactly do you want?

Even if she had fallen accidentally, she should have gotten up by now. Being pinned like this was making Tang Wangyue’s heart race.

Want… Yun Chuxian began, her gaze lingering ambiguously from Tang Wangyue’s eyes to her lips.

Tang Wangyue prioritized comfort in her clothing choices, especially when working outdoors. To her, fashion was the least important thing. She favored quick-drying outfits, packing only a few sleeveless tops, short-sleeved shirts, and button-downs, prioritizing simplicity and practicality.

While some might call her unrefined, she was meticulous about sun protection. She zipped up her sun-protective jacket, leaving only her eyes visible behind sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat with a face shield. Even her hands were covered, with only her fingertips exposed.

She maintained a basic hydration skincare routine, both before and after bed, and rarely wore makeup, though she knew how to apply it.

That evening, after showering, she wore shorts and a sleeveless top—cool, comfortable, and revealing enough skin to feel the lingering heat of the day.

Yun Chuxian deliberately spoke vaguely, leaving Tang Wangyue’s mind to wander.

Tang Wangyue’s lips were plump, rosy, and looked irresistibly sweet.

Yun Chuxian’s throat involuntarily tightened. Realizing her lapse in composure, she immediately stood up. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.

The sudden distance left Tang Wangyue momentarily stunned.

The lingering warmth from their recent intimacy couldn’t possibly be a figment of her imagination.

Tang Wangyue sat up, subtly covering her flushed ears with her long hair, which thankfully concealed her crimson neck.

It’s fine, she said, feigning composure as she picked up the script that had fallen to the floor.

She opened her laptop, pulled up the documents she had just organized, and handed them to Yun Chuxian. You probably wanted to see these.

Originally, Tang Wangyue had planned to email the files to Yun Chuxian. But now she hesitated, wanting to discuss the details in person.

Perhaps driven by a series of provocations, Tang Wangyue’s inner stubbornness had been roused, though she wouldn’t let it show so plainly.

Yun Chuxian raised an eyebrow, her seductive gaze slowly fading as she shifted into work mode.

A closer look revealed a faint curve at the corner of her lips. Little liar, you’re quite the performer.