Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 44

After finishing the plain congee Mo Lai had brought back, Tang Wangyue took another dose of medicine. Mo Lai had prepared a thermos and a thermal cup on the bedside table.

The health-preserving thermos contained two liters of 40°C warm water, while the thermal cup held hot water. Mo Lai had even arranged for a small water dispenser to be delivered.

His priority was to ensure Tang Wangyue didn’t need to get out of bed and had access to water throughout the day. If the supply ran low, it would likely be afternoon by then, when Mo Lai expected to return.

Even if he couldn’t make it back, Tang Wangyue’s condition would likely have improved enough for her to get up and pour water herself.

With all arrangements meticulously in place, Mo Lai finally left, reminding her before he went, Make sure you drink plenty of water. If you finish all this, you’ll be better by tomorrow.

Tang Wangyue remained motionless under the covers, curled up in a tight ball.

Her body felt heavy, her head was groggy, and her throat still ached. It had been a long time since she’d had such a severe cold.

Thankfully, the medicine was slowly helping her recover. At least her throat didn’t hurt as much as it had during the night.

After taking the medicine, she felt drowsy but couldn’t sleep soundly, drifting in and out of consciousness.

By noon, Mo Lai brought her congee again. Thankfully, it wasn’t plain white congee this time, but a vegetable and lean meat congee, which at least had some flavor.

After she finished eating, Mo Lai watched her take her medicine and checked her temperature. Tsk, make sure you don’t develop a fever again this afternoon.

Mm, Tang Wangyue replied. Her body felt slightly better, but she knew the fever would likely return by afternoon. It usually took at least two days for it to completely subside.

Once Mo Lai left, she struggled to the bathroom to wash up. After sitting on the sofa for a while, drowsiness washed over her again.

The medicine acted like a sleeping pill. It had only been a short time, yet she was already so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.

She forced herself back to bed, never imagining her usually robust health would succumb to such a severe cold. It must be from being too busy lately, neglecting her exercise, and pushing herself too hard—her body had finally given out.

I really shouldn’t be working, she thought.

Her head heavy, Tang Wangyue drifted back into a deep sleep.

She slept well that afternoon, without waking frequently. When she stirred, her eyes still closed, she heard someone speaking beside her.

Is this a nightmare?

Screenwriter Tang just has a common cold, not the flu, Teacher Yun. Please rest assured.

Teacher Yun? Yun Chuxian?

How did they get into my room?

Yun Chuxian had been filming today, but she was initially out of sorts, causing several retakes. After a long adjustment period, she finally resumed filming.

She had Bai Yu inquire about Tang Wangyue’s condition and learned from Mo Lai that it was quite serious.

She immediately approached the director and requested to leave work two hours early, bringing the production crew’s doctor back to the guesthouse with her.

Yun Chuxian’s hypoglycemic episode the previous day had thoroughly frightened Sun Ran, so when she asked to leave early, Sun Ran immediately agreed.

Seeing her take the doctor along, Sun Ran assumed something was wrong with Yun Chuxian’s health and hastily ordered Mo Lai to follow them. Only when she learned they were going to treat Tang Wangyue did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Wait a minute… When did Yun Chuxian and Tang Wangyue become so close? To the point of being so worried?

Could it be…?

Sun Ran considered the possibility. It made sense. Tang Wangyue was talented and just as attractive as any female star in the industry. After all, bisexuality was common in this circle, so it wouldn’t be surprising if Yun Chuxian had taken an interest in her.

Mu Yao was in a difficult position. Sun Ran didn’t object to her daughter liking girls, and she could tell Mu Yao had feelings for Tang Wangyue.

Initially, Sun Ran had reservations about Tang Wangyue, mainly due to her profession. A novelist, not even a well-known screenwriter, seemed like an unsuitable match. But since her daughter was smitten, Sun Ran decided to help. If Tang Wangyue could sell a script to Jingwei Video, it would be a promising start, making future script sales easier.

To her surprise, Jingwei Video sent Ye Lingxi as their representative. It was simply a matter of fate. Who could have predicted that Tang Wangyue would sell three scripts to Jingwei Video in one go?

Yun Chuxian’s company also purchased one script.

Selling three scripts at once was remarkable. Knowing Jingwei Video’s review department, they might buy one out of courtesy, but three meant the scripts must be exceptionally good.

A young screenwriter who was attractive, talented, and financially successful—and her daughter, a director—could potentially achieve great things together.

But someone had already made a move. Sun Ran wondered if Yun Chuxian and Tang Wangyue had just met or were already together. If it was the latter, her daughter stood no chance.

Even if it was the former, Sun Ran doubted Tang Wangyue would choose her daughter over Yun Chuxian.

If it were her, she would definitely choose Yun Chuxian.

Thank goodness her daughter had started school otherwise, witnessing this scene would have been unbearable. She hoped her daughter hadn’t fallen too deeply.

Sun Ran was just a director she couldn’t control the actors’ personal lives. As long as the drama could still air, that was all that mattered.

Besides, given Yun Chuxian’s status, she could agree to almost any reasonable request.

Leaving work two hours early was a small price to pay. Besides, if an actor was in poor condition, forcing them to film would only result in subpar footage. It was better to resolve the issue first.

Most importantly, the filming had been progressing smoothly, saving the production crew a significant amount of time. They might even wrap up half a month ahead of schedule, freeing up considerable funds for post-production and promotion.

Logically, for her daughter’s happiness, she should prevent Yun Chuxian and Tang Wangyue from spending more time together. But her daughter’s feelings couldn’t possibly outweigh the importance of the production.

Meanwhile, Sun Muyao, diligently attending class and planning her next visit to the set, sneezed. With one more year of graduate school, she’d be finished. She was currently working on a project with her professor, and by the time that wrapped up, The Eldest Princess would have finished filming too. She’d have no excuse left to see Tang Wangyue.

At that thought, she cast a resentful glance at Teacher Yun.

At that moment, Tang Wangyue was agonizing over whether to open her eyes.

After seeing off the doctor, Yun Chuxian murmured, Awake?

Tang Wangyue’s eyes snapped open. How did you know I was awake?

I didn’t.

Yun Chuxian had noticed Tang Wangyue’s eyelashes flicker once—just once—and wasn’t sure if she was awake, so she asked.

Tang Wangyue ……

As expected of my sister. She knows exactly how to handle me.

Did the production crew finish for the day?

Mm-hmm.

Yun Chuxian glared at her coldly. Why did you get sick?

Tang Wangyue avoided Yun Chuxian’s direct gaze, guiltily looking up at the ceiling. Maybe I was too tired.

If you were tired, why didn’t you sleep?

Yun Chuxian was visibly angry, furious that Tang Wangyue hadn’t taken care of herself.

You found out?

Tang Wangyue’s mind raced. Is she angry because I snuck out in the middle of the night to buy things, which made me sick?

If that was the case, she immediately put on a pained expression. Sister, it hurts so much.

Pain? Where does it hurt? Yun Chuxian immediately tensed up, wondering if the doctor had missed something during the examination.

She was about to reach for her phone to call the doctor back when Tang Wangyue pointed to her throat. It hurts. I need water.

Yun Chuxian awkwardly turned away. So it’s just a sore throat, she thought. With such a bad cold, it must be really painful.

Hiding the tenderness in her eyes, she handed Tang Wangyue the water. Sit up and drink.

I can’t get up.

Of course she can, Dina thought. But if I don’t act sicker, how will I get my sister to worry about me?

Yun Chuxian wasn’t truly angry, just anxious. Especially since Tang Wangyue hadn’t even noticed them entering the room, her brow furrowed even in sleep, making Yun Chuxian’s heart ache with tenderness and concern.

She poured a little of the warm water from the insulated cup onto the back of her hand to check the temperature before holding the straw to Tang Wangyue’s lips. Take small sips. Don’t choke.

No matter how much she tried to sound stern, the tenderness in her voice couldn’t be concealed.

Unless she deliberately acted, but around Tang Wangyue, she didn’t want to pretend.

Tang Wangyue took small sips of water, looking rather pitiful.

Yun Chuxian’s heart softened completely. What do you want for dinner?

I don’t want anything, she replied. She genuinely had no appetite.

A Yue, be good.

Yun Chuxian’s gentle voice immediately changed Tang Wangyue’s mind. Anything is fine.

Yun Chuxian ruffled her hair. Mo Lai said you had two bowls of congee today. Let’s have noodles for dinner.

Congee digests quickly and provides little energy. If her throat felt better, she could have soft, well-cooked noodles.

Okay.

Tang Wangyue’s gaze lingered on Yun Chuxian’s cool, composed face. Despite the gentle tone, her expression remained aloof.

Yet Yun Chuxian’s heart had softened. After coldly dismissing her the previous night, she couldn’t resist coming when she learned Tang Wangyue was sick.

Aren’t you afraid of catching it, Sis?

If Yun Chuxian got sick, the production crew would have to halt filming. The remaining scenes all revolved around her character.

Yun Chuxian pinched her ear. Yes, I am.

Of course she was worried. Her health could affect the entire production crew, and someone as career-driven as her wouldn’t want her condition to impact others.

That’s why she only removed her mask after the doctor confirmed it was just a common cold.

She was deeply concerned about Tang Wangyue, but filming was equally important to her. Without knowing Tang Wangyue’s condition, she couldn’t focus properly on her scenes. It wasn’t that she couldn’t perform, but her performance wouldn’t meet her own expectations.

Having accepted this role, she was determined to showcase her best self.

Yun Chuxian leaned down and pressed her forehead against Tang Wangyue’s. The temperature wasn’t too high, which relieved her.

You should lie down and rest.

As Yun Chuxian turned to leave, Tang Wangyue quickly grabbed her hand. Where are you going?

To get you some food.

Only then did Tang Wangyue reluctantly release Yun Chuxian’s hand, but her heart was filled with warmth. Despite Yun Chuxian’s earlier protestations of fear, she had hesitated for only a moment before leaning in to check her temperature with her forehead.

In that moment, her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would leap out of her throat.

The fragrance of Yun Chuxian’s hair lingered around her nose, the strands brushing against her cheek, completely captivating her heart.

Tang Wangyue’s hand caressed the spot where Yun Chuxian’s hair had touched her cheek, her heart brimming with warmth.

After indulging in the moment for a while, she rose to wash up.

In the bathroom, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, the smile never leaving her lips.

Yun Chuxian cared about her, worried about her, and held her in her heart.

The thought made her smile uncontrollably.

But why hadn’t Yun Chuxian let Bai Yu pack the food instead of going herself?

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Yun Chuxian frowned at the dough on the counter. It had been a while since she’d been in the kitchen, and her skills felt a little rusty.

After adding flour twice and water three times, the dough finally came together.

Tender, hand-pulled noodles with shredded pork and greens—she wondered if the little liar would like it.