Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 2

Someone cut us off. It’s fine.

The walkie-talkie, wedged between the back seats, crackled to life, startling the still-embracing pair.

Yun Chuxian straightened up, feigning composure as if the earlier incident had never happened.

Was she really not doing that on purpose?

Tang Wangyue’s mind reeled, the woman’s lingering scent and lingering tenderness still clinging to her.

Yun Chuxian’s eyes were slightly reddened, her breath held, as if she were suppressing something.

Where did you hit yourself? Tang Wangyue asked, tilting her head to observe.

Faced with the woman’s misty-eyed gaze, she felt a little flustered.

Yun Chuxian shook her head. I accidentally bumped my nose just now.

Probably, Tang Wangyue thought, her gaze drifting to Yun Chuxian’s wrist. There, a red string hung, adorned with a small zongzi pendant. These strings, costing just a few yuan, were a childhood favorite during the Dragon Boat Festival. The red string and zongzi symbolized warding off evil, averting disaster, and ensuring health and longevity.

The Dragon Boat Festival had just passed, and nearly every child in the Yuexiao region wore such a red string on their wrist.

Yun Chuxian’s string looked a bit worn but well-preserved, suggesting she cherished it deeply.

A major star like Yun Chuxian must have access to every kind of jewelry imaginable. Unless, of course, the person who gave her the red string was someone truly special.

Tang Wangyue withdrew her gaze. I’m glad you’re okay.

She rubbed her thigh, where her five-inch shorts had ridden up to three inches when she sat down. Yun Chuxian’s hand had gripped her thigh as she fell earlier. It didn’t hurt, but the sensation was distinctly unsettling.

Tang Wangyue had fair, cool-toned skin. Even a light grip would leave a red mark that would linger for quite some time.

Yun Chuxian straightened her shirt buttons, her gaze fixed on Tang Wangyue’s tense expression. Even her body was rigid, radiating an air of intense guardedness.

Understandable, Yun Chuxian thought. Sitting next to a stranger, even if she’s a major star, she’s still a stranger.

The word stranger made Yun Chuxian lean back against the seat, her eyes turning slightly cold.

Don’t you want to try it with me? Yun Chuxian resumed their earlier conversation.

The air seemed to freeze. The sunlight peeking through the window buzzed faintly, as if someone’s heart had begun to race.

Try… what do you mean, ‘try’? Tang Wangyue couldn’t hide the surprise in her eyes.

In the next moment, Yun Chuxian produced a file folder. Take a look.

What?

Tang Wangyue took the document bag.

Open it, Yun Chuxian’s cool voice instructed.

Tang Wangyue opened the bag and pulled out two thin sheets of paper—a contract.

The contract’s contents a fake marriage?

A surge of anger welled up in Tang Wangyue’s heart. What was Yun Chuxian implying?

She scanned the document. During the contract’s duration, the second party 乙方 was required to cooperate with all activities initiated by the first party 甲方, including meeting family members and attending various business events.

Yun Chuxian was an actress dating wouldn’t significantly impact her career. But at only 28, with her career still on the rise, having a partner—especially one she’d bring to public events—could be detrimental.

Yet the contract was already prepared, indicating Yun Chuxian had planned this in advance.

Tang Wangyue refused to believe that a renowned celebrity, a Triple Golden Film Queen, and a decade-long fixture in the entertainment industry would present such a contract to someone she’d just met.

She must have already investigated me thoroughly.

So, what about her made her worthy of Yun Chuxian’s choice?

Why did you choose me?

Yun Chuxian glanced at the contract. My mother and Aunt Tang are close friends.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been set up on a blind date.

Tang Wangyue refused to believe that was the only reason. Just that?

Yun Chuxian blinked and murmured, You can think of it as a job.

The agreement stipulated that Party A would pay Party B 100,000 yuan per month, with Party B receiving one-tenth of any profits earned from joint activities.

On the surface, the agreement seemed fair, even generous, to Party B. But it was merely decent after all, Party A wasn’t a philanthropist.

Perhaps Yun Chuxian genuinely wanted a contractual partner, as the agreement included prenuptial and marital property clauses.

Tang Wangyue returned the agreement to the document folder. I’m sorry, you’ll have to find someone else.

She didn’t know why Yun Chuxian needed a fake marriage partner, nor why she had chosen her.

But under no circumstances would she agree.

Just then, the car stopped. They had arrived at Tang Wangyue’s apartment complex.

Tang Wangyue raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t mentioned where she lived. As she suspected, Yun Chuxian had investigated her.

No wonder Yun Chuxian had found her in that secluded corner of the café.

Yun Chuxian said nothing, and Tang Wangyue knew they hadn’t reached an agreement. There was nothing more to say.

She opened the car door and stepped out, hearing Yun Chuxian call after her again.

You can think about it.

Tang Wangyue nodded, feeling neither insulted nor angry. Her initial anger at being investigated had faded she now suspected her own mother might have been the source of the information.

Through the car window, Yun Chuxian watched Tang Wangyue’s figure recede into the distance. The partition separating the front and rear seats slid open, and a short-haired woman in a business suit turned from the passenger seat. How did it go?

Yun Chuxian shook her head.

When Tang Wangyue had gotten into the car, the partition had been closed, and she hadn’t noticed anyone in the front passenger seat.

A monthly salary of 100,000 yuan and a chance to become famous? Even I’m tempted! How could she not be? The short-haired woman clicked her tongue twice. Or are you just lacking in charm?

Yun Chuxian frowned, her eyes turning icy. Sister Cheng thinks the offer was too low?

Isn’t it obvious? Cheng Huang, her manager, rarely had time to accompany her on personal matters like this.

The offer wasn’t low at all. While 100,000 yuan wasn’t a fortune, being Yun Chuxian’s girlfriend—or even wife—would generate massive publicity. Even if they later separated, the exposure during their relationship would guarantee Tang Wangyue a monthly income far exceeding that figure.

Take, for instance, someone’s ex-boyfriend. After their breakup, he’s been riding his ex-girlfriend’s fame, producing little original work but raking in money through live-streaming sales.

No matter how high the offer, Tang Wangyue would never agree, Yun Chuxian said, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. Distant memories flickered through her mind, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Then why did you choose her and sign the contract? You could have picked someone else. Or even your assistant, right, Bai Yu?

Bai Yu, who had been eavesdropping, froze, terrified to speak. One was her boss, the other her supervisor—she couldn’t afford to offend either of them. She could only retreat into her shell like a turtle.

Yun Chuxian’s tone turned icy. She’s different.

How is she different? If you ask me, your career hasn’t even peaked yet. Why rush into marriage now? Cheng Huang leaned back in her chair. Even though it’s all about fame these days, your popularity is still high. Plus, your films have been box office hits for years. You’re one of the few actresses born in the ’90s—no, among all actresses born in the ’90s and even the ’00s—who have starred in films grossing over 10 billion yuan. You’re one of only three to achieve that. Just win the Golden Cicada Award for Best Actress, and even the Big Flowers will have to make way for you.

Yun Chuxian was still young, while the Big Flowers of cinema were all over forty and mostly retired behind the scenes. They rarely took on acting roles these days, mainly because suitable roles were scarce.

Or are you just doing what your mother told you?

Cheng Huang’s words, one after another, carried hidden meanings, almost exposing Yun Chuxian’s secret intentions.

Yun Chuxian had already won the Golden Bull Award and the Golden Shadow Award. If she secured the Golden Cicada Award as well, she would become a Triple Golden Film Queen. However, having focused on film projects these past few years, she hadn’t cultivated her online popularity, leaving her far behind the top-tier traffic stars and the ’85 Flowers in terms of social media buzz.

Her youth and talent were her advantages, but Cheng Huang, as her manager, believed marriage would inevitably hinder her career.

Still, she was just a manager. Yun Chuxian had already amassed considerable capital, making many decisions beyond Cheng Huang’s control.

Of course, she could still voice her concerns. Cheng Huang glanced at Tang Wangyue’s fleeting figure. Are you doing this for her?

Yun Chuxian lowered her gaze, offering no reply.

Cheng Huang understood. Then you’ll have your work cut out for you. If she won’t sign the agreement, are you planning to seduce her?

Seduction? That wasn’t entirely out of the question.