Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 42

the last message she had sent.

Since then, they had lost contact. Even knowing Yun Chuxian was on set, she couldn’t bring herself to reach out.

At first, Tang Wangyue thought Yun Chuxian would contact her if she saw the message. Then, she stubbornly refused to be the one to initiate contact, thinking, If she’s not replying, why should I chase after her? By the time she realized she needed to break the ice, she didn’t know how to start the conversation. A sudden message would feel awkward.

After much deliberation, Tang Wangyue had procrastinated until now.

With Group B’s director absent, Mo Lai, as the senior member, was overwhelmed with tasks. He delegated many responsibilities to Tang Wangyue.

Tang Wangyue felt like she was doing everything but writing the script. She tried her hand at various roles within the production crew, gaining a deeper understanding of how the team functioned.

She also wanted to keep herself busy. If she was busy enough, she wouldn’t have time to overthink things.

At the end of November, Group B drove eighteen hours to the ancient city to reunite with Group A.

By the time they arrived, Tang Wangyue was so exhausted she could barely stand up straight.

She stepped out of the car, stretched, and asked, Where are we staying?

Mo Lai, who was grabbing his bag nearby, immediately chimed in, A guesthouse.

The ancient city was filled with historical architecture and modern fortifications. To stay in a hotel, they’d have to go to the city center. This area only had local residents’ homes, converted into guesthouses for lodging.

To save time, the production crew had booked several guesthouses.

Yun Chuxian’s guesthouse wasn’t a standalone villa, but her entire building was occupied by her own staff and bodyguards, ensuring her safety.

Moreover, the crew had cleverly arranged the accommodations, surrounding Yun Chuxian’s building with protective barriers and stationing guards outside. This wasn’t to keep out ordinary passersby, but to deter malicious individuals or even obsessive fans.

The production crew’s biggest fear was accidents, especially in such a scattered environment. Fortunately, Yun Chuxian had brought her own bodyguards.

Tang Wangyue stopped near the guesthouse. What now?

She didn’t know which guesthouse the crew had assigned them to.

You’re in Building A1, and I’m in Building B1.

Tang Wangyue looked around and spotted wooden plaques hanging on the doors, hastily handwritten with markers—likely part of the crew’s recent reorganization.

Building A1?

Mo Lai suddenly remembered something. Isn’t that where Yun Chuxian is staying?

Given Yun Chuxian’s status, she could easily have her own building. But the fact that Tang Wangyue was assigned to live with her felt off.

A-Yue, how far have you and Yun Chuxian progressed? Mo Lai asked, his face brimming with gossip.

Progressed? Tang Wangyue thought. We’ve actually regressed. There’s been no development at all.

She didn’t understand what had happened. It felt like they had drifted apart, yet now they were being forced to live in the same building. What was the point?

Without Yun Chuxian’s approval, she couldn’t believe the assistant director in charge of accommodations would dare assign her to Building A1.

Seeing Tang Wangyue’s silence, Mo Lai knew something was wrong between the two.

I told you to keep your distance before because there were too many uncertainties. But now that you both have family approval—your aunt and Yun Chuxian’s family all agree—and there are no external obstacles, if you like her, go after her.

Mo Lai had only worried about Tang Wangyue getting hurt. Now that everything was out in the open, there seemed to be no reason for concern.

Tang Wangyue lowered her gaze. I understand.

If I like her, I’ll pursue her. If I fail, then I’ll deal with it.

Let’s go inside and rest. We start filming tomorrow.

They had set off last night, driving through the night for eighteen hours. By the time they unloaded their luggage, it had been a full twenty hours. Their bodies were already exhausted.

Sitting in a car might seem easy, but after such a long journey, it was truly unbearable.

It was afternoon, and Sun Ran had specifically told them to rest well and return to the production crew tomorrow morning.

Tang Wangyue pulled her luggage into the guesthouse. The production crew hadn’t finished for the day, and only one person was sitting in the lobby on the first floor.

Hello, you must be Screenwriter Tang?

The receptionist, who might have been the owner or a staff member, stood up to ask, clearly expecting her arrival.

Yes.

I’m the owner of this guesthouse. Your room is ready on the second floor. I’ll show you the way.

Thank you.

Tang Wangyue followed the receptionist to the second floor and saw her room—a standard double room, sparsely furnished and rather plain.

Sensing the guesthouse’s simplicity, the owner smiled. The bedsheets and duvet covers are all new. We replaced everything when we heard you were coming.

This was a major deal. Even at a discounted rate, the production crew’s popularity, combined with the fact that Yun Chuxian had stayed here, would make the guesthouse incredibly popular.

Once the crew left, she could even buy the neighboring building and open a second guesthouse.

Tang Wangyue nodded. Thank you for your hard work.

Hard work? It’s our honor to host you. Your business is a blessing, not something to thank me for.

This was true vision. By providing excellent service during this period, the guesthouse would soon attract fans eager to visit and document their stays.

Tang Wangyue exchanged a few pleasantries with the hotel manager, who was quite talkative. I thought this room was unoccupied, so I put away the new amenities since they seemed wasted. Yesterday, Teacher Yun suddenly asked me to prepare it, and Assistant Bai even came by today to specifically remind me that a screenwriter named Tang would be staying here.

Hmm… She appreciated the manager’s chattiness.

If he hadn’t been so talkative, she wouldn’t have learned so much.

So Yun Chuxian still cared about her. That put her mind at ease.

As long as Yun Chuxian still cared, everything would be alright.

Tang Wangyue quickly washed up, dried her hair with a hairdryer, and set an alarm to take a nap.

She had already confirmed the production crew’s wrap time 8 PM. By the time she got back, it would be 830 PM.

She couldn’t possibly stay awake any longer and desperately needed to rest.

Tang Wangyue closed her eyes and fell asleep instantly. The moment she lay down, she felt herself succumbing to exhaustion. With two or three hours to spare, she knew she needed to rest to avoid being groggy and making mistakes later.

As time passed, the alarm blared, and Tang Wangyue’s eyes snapped open.

It took her a moment to realize she was in Group A’s hotel. The A and B Teams had been merged, meaning she no longer had to be separated from Yun Chuxian.

Yun Chuxian? Right, she wondered if he was off work yet.

She sprang up, rushed to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on her face. Staring at her reflection—pale and shadowed under the eyes—she debated whether to put on makeup.

What if he finds me unattractive later?

Tang Wangyue wiped her face and was about to apply makeup when her phone rang again.

A-Yue, Teacher Yun is injured! Come downstairs quickly! Mo Lai’s urgent voice startled her. Without a second thought, she grabbed nothing but her shorts and a short-sleeved shirt and bolted downstairs into the chilly weather.

Sure enough, Yun Chuxian was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by Bai Yu. He looked seriously injured.

Ignoring everyone else, she practically slid to her knees in front of him. What happened? Where are you hurt? Have you seen a doctor?

She scanned him frantically, finding no bandages or casts. When she looked up, she met Yun Chuxian’s cold gaze. She instinctively withdrew her hands, though the worry in her eyes remained undiminished.

Screenwriter Tang, Bai Yu called out with a smile, the Boss is fine.

Mo Lai quickly pulled Tang Wangyue aside. I just asked. She skipped dinner, got a bit hypoglycemic, stumbled during the wire work, and took a fall. Just a few scrapes—nothing serious.

So it was hypoglycemia. No wonder she needed the wheelchair. Severe cases can cause fainting.

Tang Wangyue’s brow furrowed deeply. Hypoglycemic fainting is serious—how could she skip meals like that?

Seeing her concern, Mo Lai quickly added, Don’t ask too many questions. Just focus on taking care of her.

Mo Lai had been sound asleep when Sun Ran’s call jolted her awake. Sun Ran instructed her to greet Yun Chuxian at the entrance, ensure she was okay, and watch her upstairs.

Still groggy, Mo Lai saw Yun Chuxian being helped out of the car and into a wheelchair. She immediately snapped awake and seized the opportunity to call Tang Wangyue, urgently asking what had happened.

Relieved to hear it wasn’t serious, Mo Lai sighed. Take good care of her. Call me anytime, no matter the hour, if anything comes up.

Okay.

Tang Wangyue hurried over, seeing Bai Yu and the bodyguard about to help Yun Chuxian upstairs. She immediately stepped forward. I’ll take her.

Bending down, she scooped Yun Chuxian into a princess carry, carefully minimizing any jostling as she carried her upstairs at a slightly quickened pace.

Yun Chuxian neither protested nor moved, simply letting Tang Wangyue hold her.

Watching their retreating figures, the bodyguard couldn’t help but ask, Do we still need to go up?

Bai Yu She’s got real strength.

Suddenly, she remembered something. Give me the Boss’s things. I’ll make an excuse to leave later.

Bai Yu took the items and scurried to Yun Chuxian’s room, tossing them onto the small sofa. I’m going to buy something.

What she was buying, or whether she’d even return, remained a mystery.

Tang Wangyue waited until Bai Yu closed the door before turning back. Sister, are you still feeling unwell?

Low bl00d sugar was a miserable experience having suffered from it herself, Tang Wangyue could roughly understand Yun Chuxian’s condition.

Yun Chuxian pressed her lips together and spoke in a low voice, I heard Screenwriter Tang is very popular with the actresses in Group B.

The actors in Group B weren’t particularly famous, so Tang Wangyue took extra care with the minor characters she wrote, imbuing even the most one-dimensional roles with a spark of soul within the limited screen time.

This led to a girl confessing her feelings to her.

Compared to other industries, lesbian relationships were quite common in the entertainment world. Tang Wangyue wasn’t surprised she simply turned her down calmly.

Throughout her life, she had received countless confessions, many from girls. She had once wondered if confessing to a straight woman was inappropriate, but they insisted she must like girls.

And they were right. Tang Wangyue looked up at Yun Chuxian. You’re still much more popular, with tens of millions of fans and admirers.

She wasn’t exaggerating. Far more people adored Yun Chuxian than admired her.

Besides, she was merely working in Group B, not trying to seduce anyone. Why was Yun Chuxian speaking to her like this, especially after she had rejected the girl so decisively?

Yun Chuxian hadn’t replied to her messages for over a month. Why wouldn’t she explain why?

Thinking this, she voiced her question Why didn’t you reply to my messages?

I forgot, Yun Chuxian replied coldly, as if it were a trivial matter.

Is that all?

What else would it be?

Clearly, neither of them was being honest about the exchange.

Yun Chuxian watched Tang Wangyue lower her gaze, a faint smile curving her lips. The little liar is angry. How can I coax her back into a good mood?