Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 41

Yun Chuxian had always been able to stir Tang Wangyue’s heart with effortless ease, making her submit uncontrollably.

The alcohol had taken over her body. Having drunk far too much for her meager tolerance, she had collapsed straight into Yun Chuxian’s arms.

When consciousness returned, Tang Wangyue wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in shame. How could I have passed out?

They had been so close, just one more step and their relationship would have soared to new heights.

But as it turned out, a drunk person was capable of nothing.

Tang Wangyue felt like a fool who had let a duck fly right out of her mouth. Oh well, what’s meant to happen will happen eventually. It just wasn’t the right time.

To put it bluntly, when Yun Chuxian had straddled her lap, kissing her with queenly dominance, Tang Wangyue had felt utterly transcendent, willing to kneel at Yun Chuxian’s feet.

Being Yun Chuxian’s devoted subject held no shame.

Now, Tang Wangyue’s body burned at the mere sight of Yun Chuxian, consumed by both embarrassment over her drunken collapse and infatuation with Yun Chuxian’s captivating allure.

As the weather grew colder, the film crew’s shooting at the studio city neared its end. This wasn’t the final wrap-up, of course; there were still scenes to be filmed at other locations.

The studio city had only covered the bulk of the plot. Many scenes required on-location shooting.

The A and B teams were about to split up. With Liu Cheng gone, the crew was left with just two writers Tang Wangyue and Lu Zhan, who would now be assigned to separate teams.

Originally, Tang Wangyue could have stayed with Team A, but the director ultimately chose to keep Lu Zhan.

It later came to light that Lu Zhan was the younger sister—the biological sister—of President Lu of Jingwei Video. It seemed everyone in this industry had connections; no wonder it was so difficult to break in.

After all, being a script supervisor might sound like a powerless position, but it was actually a cushy job with plenty of free time. Lu Zhan’s monthly salary was twenty thousand yuan, and with the script already finalized, there was little need for revisions. Perhaps her constant arguments with Liu Cheng were just a way to make herself look less idle.

Tang Wangyue had only secured her position through Mo Lai’s connections, adding an extra script supervisor to the team. This was because the director had learned she was the original author of the novel.

Given the circumstances, Lu Zhan’s preferences would naturally take priority.

Besides, Lu Zhan had been quite decent to her—not difficult to work with and always willing to answer her questions. She even generously shared any juicy gossip she overheard.

Being the on-set screenwriter for The Eldest Princess was a significant boost to Lu Zhan’s resume. This opportunity arose because her previous drama had flopped spectacularly. Despite her privileged background, the drama had been produced exactly according to her script, with a large budget and A-list stars. Yet it sank without a trace, even causing the male lead to be demoted from first to second billing.

Male actors often rise quickly through the ranks—one project as a supporting role, the next as the lead, and the one after that co-billing with the previous lead. But such rapid ascents can lead to equally swift falls.

Female actors, on the other hand, typically build their careers steadily, rarely landing lead roles without a decade of experience. This gradual climb allows for greater resilience and fewer setbacks.

However, Lu Zhan bore full responsibility for the drama’s failure. Jingwei Video was merely a subsidiary of Jingwei Group, and President Lu was unlikely to greenlight another project for her. Instead, he assigned her to shadow Sun Ran, hoping she would learn, reflect, and prepare for a comeback.

Lu Zhan would naturally be assigned to Group A. Tang Wangyue didn’t mind; having sold four scripts in quick succession, she knew that even if one flopped, her career wouldn’t suffer.

Sun Ran’s decision to assign her to Group B was based on these considerations.

Before making the arrangement, Sun Ran consulted Tang Wangyue, who readily agreed, partly because she was still unsure how to face Yun Chuxian.

The day before leaving the film crew, Tang Wangyue wanted to say goodbye to Yun Chuxian. It would only be a month before the A and B teams reunited.

The crew isn’t filming today. They’re packing up equipment. Teacher Yun left last night. I heard she has an event in Ning’an today.

Ning’an wasn’t far from the film city, but Yun Chuxian was clearly overworked, even filling the gap between shoots with work.

Tang Wangyue silently pulled out her phone, opened her chat with Yun Chuxian, and confirmed that the other woman hadn’t said a word about it.

Had she forgotten? Or didn’t want to tell her? Or was she angry?

Her mind was in turmoil when Mo Lai, sweating from the packing, passed by and tugged her sleeve. Have you packed your luggage? We’re leaving with the B team’s vehicles soon. Remember, we’re shooting in the countryside this time. If you have time to shop, buy soap instead of bulky shower gel to save space and make the next month more comfortable for us.

Okay, Tang Wangyue replied.

As she walked, she sent Yun Chuxian a text message Sister, I didn’t see you today!

Like a lost puppy, she was desperate to know where her owner had gone.

In truth, she already knew Yun Chuxian’s whereabouts. She had even found information about the event online. This was just an excuse to send a message.

Could Yun Chuxian be angry because I’ve been deliberately avoiding her?

Everyone had left without looking for her, and no messages had been sent.

Tang Wangyue slapped her forehead, feeling utterly humiliated. How could she have fallen asleep in such a situation, before anything had even happened?

She was embarrassed, not unwilling.

How could she admit that beneath her calm exterior raged a tempest, a volcano on the verge of eruption? Just thinking about that night made her heart pound so hard it felt like it would burst from her chest.

Tang Wangyue recalled the whiskey she had drowned in ice water, and her heart ached. She had overestimated her alcohol tolerance.

She had been pondering her true feelings for Yun Chuxian for ages.

Was she too easily seduced, or was Yun Chuxian simply too irresistible?

After packing her luggage, Tang Wangyue went out to buy daily necessities and instant noodles, hoping to improve the crew’s meager meals when the time came. After all, Group B wasn’t as well-funded as Group A and had to make do with limited resources.

With these tasks completed, she sat on the edge of her bed, still mulling over the question.

Suddenly, she remembered that Yun Chuxian hadn’t replied to her message yet.

Tang Wangyue pulled out her phone again and searched for Yun Chuxian’s name. Videos from the event had already been uploaded online. The hour-long event had ended quickly.

Yun Chuxian should be in the car now, yet she hadn’t replied.

Is my sister really angry?

Tang Wangyue took a deep breath and clicked on the video. It showed Yun Chuxian’s brand event from earlier that day.

Standing next to Yun Chuxian was another person—a male celebrity. After checking the comments, she learned his name was Su Chen.

My fellow fan got to meet our idol! I’m so jealous.

I want to fight Su Chen! Why does he get to share the stage with our goddess?

Look at his smile—his teeth are always showing.

His adoring gaze for Yun Chuxian is impossible to hide.

Yun Chuxian seems to really like this younger guy too. Her smile is so gentle.

Wake up, people! That’s just Yun Chuxian’s default smile—it looks warm but is actually distant.

Seeing the comment about Yun Chuxian really liking this younger guy felt like a lemon had exploded in Tang Wangyue’s heart, leaving an unbearable sourness.

She also noticed that Yun Chuxian always smiled so gently. Could it be that this was just her habitual expression, not something special reserved for her?

People in love often believe their beloved treats them uniquely, only to realize they’re treated the same as everyone else.

Is it really the same? Tang Wangyue wondered, her emotions in turmoil.

Tang Wangyue felt she had changed, no longer as carefree as before. What was the point of love? She believed in its existence but never imagined it could happen to her.

Yet, the moment she fell for Yun Chuxian, she suddenly wondered if she might be the exception.

Everyone in love thinks they’re special, but in reality, they’re all the same.

Tang Wangyue couldn’t help but overthink, especially during their separation. Not seeing Yun Chuxian daily only intensified her confusion.

Moreover, separation would become the norm in their future. As a major star, Yun Chuxian’s demanding schedule would keep her constantly traveling the world. Their time together would only grow more scarce. How would Tang Wangyue cope with even more overthinking then?

This separation gave her a chance to truly consider whether she could endure a life of infrequent meetings.

While Tang Wangyue was lost in thought, Yun Chuxian was already in the car. Instead of traveling with the film crew, she was flying separately to the filming location—an ancient city where much of the later plot would unfold. Though other locations would be used, the crew size would gradually shrink.

As the lead actress in a female-centric drama, it was natural for her to remain until the very end of filming.

Yun Chuxian was currently staring at Tang Wangyue’s message, hesitating whether to reply.

Bai Yu glanced back at her and couldn’t resist asking, Boss, shouldn’t we at least say goodbye to Writer Tang before we leave?

She was worried. Yun Chuxian hadn’t been herself last night, and while she managed to focus during the morning’s activities—after all, she was the boss, and could act the part even when she wasn’t feeling it—her mood had deteriorated again as soon as work ended.

Having worked with Yun Chuxian for nearly a decade, Bai Yu rarely saw her boss so distracted. Whenever this happened, it meant something significant was brewing.

This time, she suspected it was because of Writer Tang.

Yun Chuxian looked up at Bai Yu. She didn’t have many friends, but Bai Yu, who had been with her for years, counted as one. She spent more time with Bai Yu than with her own family.

Seeing the worry in Bai Yu’s eyes, she chuckled softly. What? Do you think she’ll break up with me?

I don’t think so. The way Writer Tang looks at you… it’s pure infatuation.

Bai Yu could see the way Tang Wangyue gazed at her boss. Having worked with actors for so long, she knew that love could be faked for the cameras. But the love in Tang Wangyue’s eyes when she looked at Yun Chuxian’s back, when no one was watching and there was no performance to maintain—that kind of hidden, restrained affection felt genuine to Bai Yu.

Yun Chuxian closed her phone. I think she needs to adjust to my lifestyle. I’m an artist, and I won’t be retiring anytime soon. Dating me would be exhausting for her.

She had initially believed that being with Tang Wangyue would be enough. But this brief separation made her reflect on the demands of her career. Before they committed to a relationship, she wanted Tang Wangyue to consider whether she could tolerate her partner’s frequent absences.

They might go months without seeing each other, with only a few minutes a day for communication. Sometimes Yun Chuxian would be too exhausted to speak, not even wanting to make a call. These were the realities of her life, and more importantly, she had to consider how Tang Wangyue would handle the constant rumors and gossip online.

Many relationships in the entertainment industry fail precisely because of these pressures.

Yun Chuxian wanted to spend her life with Tang Wangyue. Once they were together, she would never let go, never allow Tang Wangyue to escape her side. She didn’t know what she might do if that happened.

What she wanted was Tang Wangyue, obediently by her side. The little liar would never have another chance to deceive her.

This was her final opportunity for Tang Wangyue to back out. After this, she would stop at nothing to keep her.