Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 18

Back at the hotel, Tang Wangyue practically leaped out of the car, not waiting for Yun Chuxian, and hurried back to her room.

I don’t want to be photographed, she thought. Don’t compare me to others.

Watching her retreating figure, Yun Chuxian smiled. Bai Yu, standing beside her, looked puzzled. Why is Teacher Tang running so fast?

She’s afraid of being photographed.

Yun Chuxian held a phone in her hand—not hers. She wondered when Tang Wangyue would realize she’d left it in the car.

Bai Yu scoffed mercilessly, With Teacher Tang’s outfit, even if she were photographed, no one would think twice. She looks just like a crew member.

The production crew’s standard uniform included ice sleeves, ice silk scarves to cover their faces and necks, and wide-brimmed fisherman’s hats—the larger the brim, the better.

They also wore sun-protective jackets with zippers that could be pulled all the way up to their eyes, a far more convenient option than layering multiple pieces of gear.

These full-body sun protection devices were essential for the crew. After all, getting tanned was one thing, but sunburn could be difficult to recover from.

Tang Wangyue was naturally among them. Even with her superior height and shapely figure, the sun-protective suit concealed everything.

You should learn from Tang Wangyue, Yun Chuxian quipped. Don’t end up looking like a chocolate bean after filming.

Yun Chuxian’s skills rivaled her assistant’s.

Bai Yu ? She strongly suspected her boss was speaking up for Tang Wangyue—no, wait, was she actually firing back?

After years of being her assistant, Bai Yu could easily decipher her boss’s deeper meanings.

Understood, Boss. I’ll ask Screenwriter Tang for the link right away.

Yun Chuxian was in a good mood. The thought of Tang Wangyue’s flushed face and reddened ears in the car made her even happier.

So even the little trickster has her moments, she mused. Does this mean Tang Wangyue isn’t completely indifferent to me?

Back at the hotel, Yun Chuxian didn’t have to wait long before a knock sounded at her door.

When she opened it, Mo Lai stood there. Yun Chuxian tilted her head, noticing Tang Wangyue wasn’t with her. What does this mean?

Teacher Yun, is Screenwriter Tang’s phone with you? Mo Lai asked with a polite smile.

If Mo Lai hadn’t happened to see A’Yue getting into Yun Chuxian’s car, she would never have known that Tang Wangyue had returned to the hotel with Yun Chuxian. She was stunned. Was it just a ride? Or had something happened that she didn’t know about?

With the female lead gone, the melon-eating onlookers—the actors—lost their enthusiasm for filming and had to call it a day.

Sun Ran was in a foul mood. She had to make up an excuse to return.

Her first act was to knock on Tang Wangyue’s door. The other woman seemed to have been expecting her, waiting right behind the door. When she saw it was Mo Lai, her expression was complicated.

What’s with that look? Don’t you want to see me? Mo Lai felt hurt. Why was she making that face?

Tang Wangyue waved her hand dismissively. It’s nothing.

How could she admit that she had dropped her phone in Yun Chuxian’s car and was waiting for her to bring it back?

That’s why she had been lingering behind the door. When she heard the knock, she had eagerly flung it open, never expecting it to be Mo Lai.

Mo Lai skipped the small talk and cut straight to the chase. Tell me, why were you in Yun Chuxian’s car? Auntie called me and told me to keep an eye on you at the production crew.

Why does she need you to keep an eye on me? Tang Wangyue protested. I’m an adult now. Why do I need a babysitter?

The truth was, Tang Wangyue felt a little guilty. She hadn’t told Mo Lai about her arranged meeting with Yun Chuxian.

Mo Lai rolled her eyes. Auntie told me to take care of you and make sure no one bullies you. I figured having your heart stolen and then abandoned counts as bullying, right? He’ll finish filming and leave, but you’ll be stuck here.

Thank goodness Mom had the sense not to mention the arranged meeting with Yun Chuxian, Tang Wangyue thought.

Tang Wangyue understood Mo Lai’s point.

She wasn’t a child. She knew the vast difference in status between herself and Yun Chuxian. Even when Yun Chuxian flirted with her, she pretended to remain calm, though her heart was pounding in her throat.

You’ve said this a dozen times already, Tang Wangyue said, knowing Mo Lai was worried about her, but her own mind was in turmoil.

Mo Lai patted her head. It’s not that I’m stopping you from liking someone. It’s just that some people are meant to be liked, while others should only be admired as idols.

In other words, Mo Lai wouldn’t stop Tang Wangyue from chasing after any star, whether it was Yun Chuxian or anyone else.

But she could tell that A’Yue wasn’t herself.

I understand, Tang Wangyue said tentatively. Sis, what do you think? If I went on a blind date and met a woman from a much higher social class, and both our families approved, including hers, what should I do?

Mo Lai immediately understood her meaning. You mean you met a rich and beautiful woman, and both she and her family like you?

Uh…

Tang Wangyue felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. My skin is so thick, she thought. Sort of.

Mo Lai sighed in relief. You scared me! I was wondering why you’ve been acting so strange lately. So it’s because of this, not just because you want to chase after a star? As for the rich and beautiful woman, it’s simple if both families approve and she likes you too, then if you like her, go for it. If you don’t, then don’t worry about what anyone else thinks.

Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks? If she actually got together with Yun Chuxian, there would be endless external problems.

If Mo Lai knew the person she was talking about was Yun Chuxian, she’d probably want to kill her.

Wait, who said she liked Yun Chuxian? What was wrong with her? Why had she just tacitly admitted it?

So, you’re saying that if I like her, I shouldn’t worry about the difference in social status? Tang Wangyue seized the core of Mo Lai’s advice.

Mo Lai looked at her skeptically. Are you sure you’re talking about a blind date?

Yes.

Good. If he agrees, his family agrees, Auntie agrees, and you like him, then of course you can be together.

That makes perfect sense, Tang Wangyue thought, suddenly feeling dazed.

Mo Lai asked nosily, Who is he? Do I know him?

She figured she knew all the wealthy and beautiful people Tang Wangyue associated with.

Seeing Mo Lai’s curiosity piqued, Tang Wangyue quickly changed the subject. Oh, by the way, Sister Lai, I left my phone in Yun Chuxian’s car.

Then go get it.

You get it for me.

Mo Lai ……

Do I owe you something?

Sister Lai, you’re my own sister!

Mo Lai was speechless for a long moment. Fine, I’ll go get it for you.

She finally had a younger sister—how could she not spoil her? Even if that sister often called her Sister Lai-zi.

Tang Wangyue’s eyes curved into a smile. Sister Lai, next time Mom asks about you, I’ll praise you to the skies!

You’d better.

And so, Mo Lai found herself standing at Yun Chuxian’s door.

Yun Chuxian looked at Mo Lai, concealing the displeasure in her eyes. The phone is in the car. Once Bai Yu finishes her work, I’ll have her retrieve it and deliver it to Screenwriter Tang.

Okay, thank you, Teacher Yun.

Mo Lai left, satisfied. She couldn’t possibly let Yun Chuxian go down to the RV herself to retrieve the phone—that would be unacceptable.

Yun Chuxian and Tang Wangyue lived across from each other.

As Mo Lai spoke, a furtive head peeked out from behind Tang Wangyue’s door, clearly visible to Yun Chuxian.

Hiding from me?

Yun Chuxian raised her voice slightly. You’re welcome. Remember to tell Screenwriter Tang not to forget to open the door.

Yes, yes, thank you, Teacher Yun.

The moment Mo Lai finished speaking, Yun Chuxian closed the door.

Returning to Tang Wangyue’s room, she found her hiding behind the door and shot her a pointed look. Did you hear?

I heard.

Tang Wangyue had heard everything clearly, but she couldn’t tell whether Bai Yu or Yun Chuxian would be knocking on her door later.

She pulled out her tablet, which still had Jianxin open.

If she had called her own number just now and a ringtone had sounded from the opposite room, it would have proven that Yun Chuxian was bluffing Mo Lai.

But she hadn’t made the call, not wanting to make things too awkward.

Still, what were you doing in Yun Chuxian’s RV? In that situation, getting caught would have been bad enough, but Guan Ming is a mad dog. If she holds a grudge, you’ll be in serious trouble.

Otherwise, Mo Lai wouldn’t have rushed over in such a panic.

Got it, Tang Wangyue replied, adopting a docile demeanor. She nodded and agreed to everything Mo Lai said.

Twenty minutes later, Mo Lai finally finished her lecture and left. Tang Wangyue wiped away imaginary sweat. Sister Lai is getting more and more talkative, she thought. She’s reached ten times the eloquence of Tang Monk!

As Mo Lai departed, she reminded, Don’t forget your phone.

How could I? Tang Wangyue paced the small living room, wondering if she should just go get it herself. She could ask Bai Yu to retrieve it together.

But Yun Chuxian had said Bai Yu was busy and would bring it over when she was free.

How long will that take? Not that she couldn’t live without her phone; she still had her computer and tablet.

Tang Wangyue decided to wait patiently, hoping it wouldn’t be too long.

Her wait wasn’t long at all. Shortly after nightfall, the doorbell rang.

Hello, delivery.

Huh? I didn’t order anything.

Before Tang Wangyue could speak, the delivery person was already gone, leaving her no chance to explain.

She glanced at the receipt. The recipient’s name read I am Bai Yun.

And I’m Black Earth, Tang Wangyue thought sarcastically.

She had a good idea whose delivery this was, though the room number on the receipt was indeed hers.

Could it be a mistake?

After a moment’s hesitation, Tang Wangyue crossed the hall and knocked on Yun Chuxian’s door.

The door opened to reveal Yun Chuxian, her hair still damp and her cheeks flushed, as if she had just stepped out of the shower. Mist clung to her eyebrows and lashes, making them glisten.

A drop of water slid from her hair, landing on Tang Wangyue’s eyelid and causing her to blink. The droplet traced a path down her neck, disappearing beneath her collar.

Tang Wangyue’s gaze followed the water’s descent, her eyes drawn to Yun Chuxian’s slender, pale neck. A few droplets lingered there like dew on flower petals, occasionally sliding down.

Yun Chuxian’s usual cool gentleness was momentarily overshadowed by a raw sensuality. Tang Wangyue dared not look any longer.

As if anticipating her arrival, Yun Chuxian reached out and pulled her inside.

If you have something to say, come in, Yun Chuxian explained. If someone sees us, they might misunderstand.

Tang Wangyue felt a flicker of dissatisfaction at this explanation.

A moment later, Yun Chuxian’s cool, ethereal voice echoed again, Screenwriter Tang isn’t usually so worried about what others might misunderstand.

So it’s because of me? Tang Wangyue’s thoughts paused briefly, her heart feeling as refreshed as if she had just drunk ice water on a sweltering summer day.