Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 20

Helping Yun Chuxian dry her hair was both enchanting and challenging.

Tang Wangyue felt a growing sense of unease, her years of self-discipline barely restraining her impulses.

Yet the more rigid and restrained she became, the bolder Yun Chuxian grew.

It started with Yun Chuxian resting her forehead against Tang Wangyue’s abdomen, then progressed to her wrapping her arms around Tang Wangyue’s waist, leaning completely against her.

Tang Wangyue hastily switched off the hairdryer and said, It’s dry now.

The movement of her abdomen as she spoke caused Yun Chuxian to tilt her head back, her chin still pressed against Tang Wangyue’s stomach.

Already?

Already? Tang Wangyue thought. I’ve been drying it for ten minutes.

Yun Chuxian’s hair was completely dry, her scalp slightly damp. Though Tang Wangyue was a homebody, she took good care of herself and knew that over-drying hair could damage it.

Unexpectedly, Yun Chuxian picked up a bottle of hair oil from the vanity and handed it to her with an innocent expression. For hair care, she said.

Hmm… Tang Wangyue accepted the oil from Yun Chuxian’s hand, paused for a moment, and replied, Alright.

The oil carried a delicate rose fragrance, light and pleasant, unlike the overpowering scents of typical essential oils.

This time, she stood behind the sofa, effectively separating them and minimizing physical contact. The heat radiating from her body seemed to lessen considerably.

But when a woman sets her sights on devouring another, she doesn’t easily let go.

A fox spirit never relinquishes its prey so easily.

When a beautiful woman turns on her charm, no one can resist.

Yun Chuxian’s beauty was universally acknowledged. Even in the entertainment industry, where beauties abound, she held her own. In the endless beauty debates among fans, her looks were the one thing no one could dispute.

When such a stunning woman fixed her bewitching gaze on Tang Wangyue, she could no longer ignore the fluttering in her heart.

After the aromatherapy session, Tang Wangyue immediately put some distance between herself and Yun Chuxian, as if the latter were some wicked woman about to devour her.

Yun Chuxian raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. She pulled out the script. What do you think the Eldest Princess felt when she saw the Emperor die?

The abrupt shift from flirtation to work talk, with no transition, left Tang Wangyue slightly disoriented.

After a moment of silence, she replied, Freedom, power, ambition.

Yun Chuxian tilted her head. What do you mean?

The Emperor was an extremely selfish man. After the Chief Minister, whom he had personally promoted, sided with the Crown Prince, the Emperor feared being forced to abdicate. If he followed the Late Emperor’s example and allowed the Empress to interfere in state affairs, he worried about the Imperial Relatives seizing power. Knowing his failing health prevented him from managing court affairs, he sought balance by supporting someone he could completely control the Eldest Princess, who had grown up in the Cold Palace. Neglected by her father and lacking maternal support, she was burdened by ominous rumors. To escape the Cold Palace, she had no one to rely on but him.

Therefore, the Emperor treated the Eldest Princess not merely poorly, but with outright cruelty. His death meant she was finally free from his control. In fact, you could say she orchestrated his demise. She felt no grief, only the satisfaction of vengeance and the liberation from all restraint. Even with the new Emperor’s ascension, she retained absolute power. Her ambition had never been limited to escaping the Cold Palace; she aspired to rule the nation, to become the Empress Regnant of this dynasty.

Tang Wangyue explained her mindset when writing the female lead. In her view, as a daughter, the female lead would feel no sorrow at the Emperor’s death.

Yun Chuxian had studied the original novel thoroughly and read the script over a dozen times, so she naturally understood the female lead well.

However, she still needed a reason to keep the little liar around.

As Tang Wangyue spoke, Yun Chuxian gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

The gesture startled Tang Wangyue mid-sentence. Are you even listening?

Of course, Yun Chuxian said, pinching her cheek. I’m struggling with how to portray the female lead. Would she feel even a sliver of pity for the Emperor? Not as a father, but as a man who schemed his entire life, terrified of death and losing his power, only to die like this. Would she find that pathetic?

If that were the case, Tang Wangyue nodded. Playing it that way would definitely add more depth to the character.

Last time, we didn’t get to discuss the script. This time, tell me the story from the beginning, Yun Chuxian said casually, her long lashes fluttering.

Seeing Tang Wangyue hesitate, Yun Chuxian tugged at her hand, like a child wanting their mother to buy them a toy. But she was a well-behaved child, not one to throw a tantrum. Instead, she simply widened her eyes, giving Tang Wangyue a pitiful, pleading look.

Who wouldn’t soften at that?

Alright, Tang Wangyue agreed, unable to resist the urge to flip the script to the first page.

Beside her, Yun Chuxian idly played with strands of her hair, occasionally toying with her fingers. Though she seemed to be only half-listening, she could answer every question Tang Wangyue asked.

It was as if Tang Wangyue were a fascinating toy Yun Chuxian couldn’t bear to put down.

When Tang Wangyue’s throat grew dry from speaking, a glass of water, prepared just the way she liked it, was promptly brought to her lips. After she drank, a pair of soft, boneless hands settled on her shoulders.

Yun Chuxian’s hands pressed into her flesh, gentle and comforting, making it impossible to refuse.

As Tang Wangyue explained the script, she inadvertently enjoyed the pampering treatment usually reserved for A-list celebrities.

She felt herself sinking into the moment, reluctant to leave.

After finishing the first episode, Yun Chuxian casually tilted Tang Wangyue’s chin upward. A’Yue, you’re amazing.

The slightly seductive compliment flushed Tang Wangyue’s neck crimson.

No, I’m not, she demurred modestly.

Is A’Yue questioning my judgment?

No.

Is ‘no’ the only word A’Yue knows?

No…

Tang Wangyue wanted to slap herself. No, no, no! How could my vocabulary be so limited?

Yun Chuxian chuckled softly. Silly girl.

The tenderness in her voice made Tang Wangyue’s mind reel. How could a woman be so skilled at seduction?

Tang Wangyue felt her body burning, radiating heat despite the air conditioning. She wanted to flee.

As the silence stretched, Yun Chuxian murmured, A’Yue’s face is so red… Could she be thinking about something… strange?

Strange things?

What strange things? Impossible! That’s absurd!

No.

Tang Wangyue’s vehement denial only drew another soft laugh from Yun Chuxian. So you do know what kind of ‘strange things’ I’m talking about?

Uh…

She’d been tricked. In her panic, Tang Wangyue’s gaze darted around, landing awkwardly on the essential oil bottle on the table. She immediately seized on it as an excuse.

I’ll put this back.

Clutching the bottle, she hurried to the vanity, but her eyes fell on an opened box of condoms, throwing her into further disarray.

Yun Chuxian… she…?

Flustered, Tang Wangyue hastily placed the essential oil on the table and rushed toward the door, leaving only a hurried, It’s getting late. Good night.

Watching the door close behind her, Yun Chuxian’s gaze drifted to the table, where she too noticed the half-empty box of condoms.

Her body flushed instantly, a wave of mortification washing over her, as if she’d been completely exposed.