Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 36

Yun Chuxian lay on the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. She curled into a ball, only relaxing after a long moment.

It was impossible for her to remain completely unaffected by her attempts to seduce Tang Wangyue.

The only problem was the recent rapid consumption of condoms. She couldn’t possibly buy them herself, and she couldn’t keep sending Bai Yu to do it.

To her surprise, Bai Yu brought a package upstairs early the next morning.

Boss, here’s your breakfast. And this—I’ve put it in the drawer.

As a competent assistant, restocking supplies was part of her job.

Seeing how quickly Yun Chuxian had been using them lately, coupled with the time she’d seen Tang Wangyue waking up on the sofa, Bai Yu assumed the two had already been sleeping together. Young and full of energy, it was only natural they’d use a few each night.

So this time, she bought several extra boxes.

Yun Chuxian ……

She felt like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring herself to speak.

What do you do when your assistant is too smart? You can’t exactly silence her permanently.

Yun Chuxian was feeling uncomfortable, but Tang Wangyue, as the one being teased, was even more distressed. She stubbornly believed that if she could just fall asleep, everything would be fine.

But suppressing her feelings only meant they would explode later, completely out of control.

Soon, it was time for Ye Lingxi and her group to arrive. Since the film studio didn’t have an airport, they had to drive.

As the arrival time approached, the group gathered in the hotel lobby to greet them, naturally excluding Yun Chuxian.

Aside from Yun Chuxian’s celebrity status, her mere presence would draw too much attention. She couldn’t refuse the constant requests for photos and autographs.

As a public figure, she couldn’t afford to lose her temper. With everyone wanting to take pictures, it was better for her to rest in her room and wait for the guests to arrive.

Tang Wangyue trailed behind the group, and Mo Lai quietly walked up beside her. Are you going to give Jingwei the script?

No, I’m not.

Tang Wangyue had no reason to hide her thoughts from Mo Lai and spoke frankly.

The person coming isn’t someone Director Sun knows well. Handing over the script so abruptly would be too presumptuous.

Mo Lai nodded in agreement. She had initially assumed Jingwei Video would send someone familiar, but after learning that Ye Lingxi was coming, the plan was abandoned.

Sun Ran overheard their conversation. Xiao Tang is right. I called a friend last night to ask about Ye Lingxi’s personality. Sometimes, doing nothing is better than doing too much.

Yun Chuxian had likely mentioned Ye Lingxi’s name to them precisely to convey this message, though she didn’t explicitly state it, out of consideration for Sun Ran’s feelings.

Yet she had made a point of telling Tang Wangyue separately.

As expected of my sister—her connections are vast, and her social skills are impeccable.

Sun Ran patted Tang Wangyue’s shoulder. Don’t worry. If we can’t give Ye Lingxi the script, we’ll find someone else.

Sun Ran had originally intended to introduce Tang Wangyue to someone, but plans had changed unexpectedly. Since she had already made the offer, she felt obligated to make amends.

This promise revealed Sun Ran’s deep sense of commitment.

Tang Wangyue simply smiled. Thank you, Director Sun.

As they waited in the lobby, Sun Muyao sat down beside her. Senior, did you not work as a screenwriter after graduating?

Sun Muyao had repeatedly tried to find information about Tang Wangyue, but no one seemed to know anything. When she heard Tang Wangyue was working on her mother’s film crew, she was overjoyed—otherwise, she wouldn’t have cut her vacation short to return.

Mm, Tang Wangyue acknowledged, not denying it. She had little impression of this junior classmate if not for the fact that Sun Muyao had adapted her script into a major film, she probably wouldn’t even remember who she was.

Sun Ran was a good director and had treated her well. With Sun Muyao, she couldn’t bring herself to maintain a distant attitude, but that was as far as it would go.

No wonder, Sun Muyao said. I’ve been trying to launch a project recently, but my mom said the foundation of any project is the script. Without a script, trying to start a project is just wishful thinking.

Sun Muyao had researched numerous scripts and novels, compiling a few promising candidates. But the moment she saw Tang Wangyue, she knew she wanted to collaborate with her.

So I was thinking, if Senior has a suitable script, could you let me have it? I’ll pay the market price.

Sun Muyao knew Tang Wangyue’s copyrights commanded high prices. She was prepared to pay Tang Wangyue the same rate as for novel adaptation rights.

She understood perfectly well that the investors weren’t backing her personally they were investing in her mother. She had promised that Sun Ran would serve as the production supervisor, and Sun Ran’s name alone was worth a significant portion of the investment.

Once she had her own body of work, she wouldn’t need to rely on such tactics to secure funding. Sooner or later, she would follow in her mother’s footsteps, attracting investment solely on the strength of her name.

As Tang Wangyue pondered how to politely decline, Mo Lai suddenly announced, We’re here.

At the announcement, the group looked outside. A business van had pulled up smoothly at the entrance. The first to emerge was a woman in a striped green shirt, white trousers, and sunglasses, her hair pulled back in a simple low ponytail.

The woman spoke coldly into her phone for a few moments. As the others began to exit the van, Sun Ran quickly said, It’s them.

Sun Ran had never met Ye Lingxi in person, but she recognized her from photos. Combined with her familiarity with the other individuals, she was certain these were the representatives from Jingwei Video.

Ye Lingxi was here representing the investors otherwise, Sun Ran wouldn’t have made time to receive them.

Of course, Sun Ran wasn’t intimidated by these people. She simply wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble and maintain the proper courtesy toward the investors.

Sun Ran stepped forward to greet them, and Ye Lingxi and her group entered the hotel.

President Ye, it’s an honor to finally meet you.

Director Sun, isn’t the crew filming during the day?

Ye Lingxi’s first question was about work. She was annoyed that they hadn’t gone straight to the set but had been brought to the hotel first.

Was Sun Ran neglecting her duties? Every second on set cost money, and the fact that filming hadn’t started yet suggested the set could have been rented for a shorter period, saving a considerable sum.

Sun Ran frowned, displeased by Ye Lingxi’s tone. Coming to observe is one thing, but why pick a fight? Who’s the director here?

While a director’s authority wasn’t absolute, she had worked tirelessly to gain influence on set.

In reality, even at her level, she would have to yield if a major investor insisted on interfering.

It’s too hot during the day, Sun Ran explained. We’ve been focusing on night shoots recently.

Sun Ran’s curt response betrayed her irritation with Jingwei Video. Sending a clueless rookie? Is this some internal power play against me?

A privileged greenhorn causing trouble, and I have to coddle her.

Despite her inner turmoil, Sun Ran maintained a cordial facade. President Ye, everyone, I’ve made dinner reservations. Let’s head over now.

You go ahead, Ye Lingxi replied. I need to find Yun Chuxian first.

Ye Lingxi walked straight past them and headed for the stairs.

Tang Wangyue, hearing Ye Lingxi say she was looking for Yun Chuxian and recalling the woman’s earlier attitude, immediately followed her.

Xiao Tang, Sun Ran called out.

A-Yue, Mo Lai added, unsure of what she was doing.

Tang Wangyue forced a smile. I forgot something.

Okay, I’ll text you the address later, Mo Lai replied, her mind racing. She had a hunch, but she couldn’t be sure. After all, her sister and Yun Chuxian were only a match in terms of looks—they were completely incompatible otherwise. She’d rather her sister liked straight women.

Under Mo Lai’s probing gaze, Tang Wangyue stepped into the elevator.

Ye Lingxi studied her. Standing next to Director Sun, you must be an important member of the production team, right?

I’m Tang Wangyue, the screenwriter for the project, she introduced herself, glancing up. Ye Lingxi’s exact age was hard to guess, but every strand of her hair was perfectly styled, radiating the aura of a sophisticated, independent, and powerful woman.

Tang Wangyue had no objections to such women in fact, she admired them and always wished for women to rise to great heights.

However, Ye Lingxi’s attitude was off-putting. She had directly asked for Yun Chuxian and proceeded upstairs without a second thought, as if she were looking for trouble.

Tang Wangyue wondered if she might be able to offer some assistance later.

A screenwriter? Ye Lingxi mused. What are your representative works?

None.

She genuinely had no representative works in screenwriting.

Ye Lingxi raised an eyebrow in surprise at her bluntness. Most people, even without any published works, would offer excuses—claiming to be too busy with studies, insisting their scripts were brilliant but hadn’t found the right patron, or trying to pitch their scripts on the spot.

Ye Lingxi had assumed Tang Wangyue’s eagerness to be alone with her was to promote her work. Otherwise, what were the odds they’d both be heading to the same floor?

Yet Tang Wangyue’s demeanor didn’t match that expectation. She seemed genuinely to have forgotten something.

The elevator stopped, and they stepped out together, heading in the same direction.

Ye Lingxi stopped abruptly, speechless. Show me your work.

Tang Wangyue ??? So sudden?

Seeing her silent, bewildered expression, Ye Lingxi frowned. You came all the way here just to show me your script, didn’t you?

Ye Lingxi’s tone was certain, her gaze already fixed on Tang Wangyue’s bag, wondering if the script was inside.

Tang Wangyue sighed helplessly, picked up her bag, and began rummaging through it.

Just as I thought, Ye Lingxi sneered inwardly. I’ll tear this person’s script to shreds later.

To her surprise, Tang Wangyue pulled out a room keycard, walked to the side, and swiped it at the door. The lock clicked open with a beep.

I’m going back to my room, President Ye, Tang Wangyue said.

She offered no further explanation, but the truth was clear she was genuinely returning to her room, not trying to pitch her script.

Ye Lingxi stared at Tang Wangyue in silence for a long moment, her fists clenched so tightly she felt she might crush the three-bedroom apartment.

Just as she was about to check the door numbers to find Yun Chuxian’s room, Tang Wangyue spoke again, The one across the hall is hers.

Ye Lingxi remained silent but moved quickly, ringing the doorbell immediately. Moments later, Bai Yu opened the door.

President Ye, you’re here.

Bai Yu glanced at Tang Wangyue. Writer Tang, weren’t you supposed to go to the restaurant with the director to wait for us?

I forgot something and had to come back, Tang Wangyue replied.

Her voice carried into the room, reaching Yun Chuxian’s ears. Bai Yu stepped aside, and Yun Chuxian peeked out.

My adorable sister, she thought, a smile curving her lips.

Then Writer Tang, why don’t you join us later? Yun Chuxian invited warmly.

Okay, Tang Wangyue agreed.

Tang Wangyue concealed her inner joy, barely suppressing a laugh. If not for the crowd, she might have burst out laughing.

Ye Lingxi immediately blocked Yun Chuxian’s view, inadvertently blocking Tang Wangyue as well. Yun Chuxian, I came all this way and you didn’t even come to pick me up? Instead, you’re blocking the doorway?

Hearing this tone, Tang Wangyue felt reassured. Only close friends would speak to each other like that.

She gently closed the door, deliberately shutting out the noise from outside.

She didn’t hear Yun Chuxian’s words You’re blocking my view.

Yun Chuxian made it clear to Ye Lingxi that she hadn’t come out to greet her.