Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 47

Filming continued as scheduled. After resting for two days and feeling almost fully recovered, Tang Wangyue immediately returned to work with the production crew.

Originally, the plan was to wrap up filming before New Year’s Day, but due to smooth progress, they now expected to finish by early December.

Tang Wangyue thought to herself, I’ll never work as a production crew screenwriter again, unless Mo Lai directs one of my scripts. Then I might stick around to watch.

Being a production crew screenwriter wasn’t tiring, but she disliked the daily grind of office work.

If I had no choice, I’d endure it. But since I do have a choice, why would a freelancer give up her freedom?

Most importantly, being a freelancer with a steady income allowed her to keep pace with Yun Chuxian.

Tang Wangyue’s career was on the rise. The fact that she had sold four scripts in quick succession had already sparked industry buzz.

Some had even started asking if she had any other scripts available, eager to trust Jingwei Video’s discerning eye.

Others approached her with custom project requests, but she turned them all down.

First, she didn’t have any scripts she was currently satisfied with. She couldn’t sell her practice drafts to others—not that anyone would necessarily want them anyway.

Second, she wasn’t in a rush to sell more scripts. Once Jingwei Video aired her meticulously crafted dramas, the value of her scripts would skyrocket.

Tang Wangyue sold three scripts to Jingwei Video in a single deal, each heavily focused on interpersonal dynamics and social intricacies.

Yun Chuxian had wisely observed, Ye Lingxi’s favor isn’t something you can get anytime you want.

Ye Lingxi, newly appointed to her position, desperately needed to prove herself, especially given Jingwei Video’s dismal performance this year. The group had already voiced its dissatisfaction, even though the dramas and variety shows aired this year had nothing to do with her. But since she was the one who took over this year, she bore the brunt of the criticism.

She urgently needed projects to demonstrate her capabilities, and Tang Wangyue’s strong support would put her in Ye Lingxi’s debt.

It’s worth noting that Yun Chuxian had also wanted to buy Tang Wangyue’s scripts. These scripts weren’t unsellable they simply hadn’t been offered to anyone but Jingwei Video.

In a way, Yun Chuxian was paving the way for Tang Wangyue’s success.

Thinking of Yun Chuxian, Tang Wangyue couldn’t help but smile. Recalling their evening together, she felt certain that Yun Chuxian harbored feelings for her.

She longed for an opportunity to ask Yun Chuxian what she truly felt.

But Mo Lai advised her to confess directly.

After witnessing Yun Chuxian personally making noodles from scratch that day, Mo Lai began to believe that A’Yue’s feelings might not be one-sided. Perhaps both of them felt the same way.

Therefore, Mo Lai argued, rather than dragging things out and agonizing over what to do, she should simply confess.

Tang Wangyue naturally wanted to confess directly and have them be together.

Whether it was marriage or just dating, as long as she could be with Yun Chuxian, she would accept anything.

How should she confess in a way that would make Yun Chuxian agree to date her?

Tang Wangyue racked her brains. First, she knew she couldn’t confess in public. Yun Chuxian was a public figure, and a public confession would only cause trouble for her.

If she confessed privately, she would need to set up a venue, prepare gifts and a speech, and most importantly, figure out how to keep it a secret and get Yun Chuxian to the location without raising suspicion.

The hardest part would likely be pulling off the confession while keeping it completely hidden from Yun Chuxian.

Given Yun Chuxian’s intelligence, Tang Wangyue doubted she could keep anything secret from her. After all, this was Yun Chuxian—what could possibly escape her notice?

Tang Wangyue even wondered if a simple confession would lack the proper ceremony.

Unfortunately, Yun Chuxian only stayed with her for one night. The next day, when Tang Wangyue’s fever subsided, Yun Chuxian didn’t return.

But since Yun Chuxian had taken the initiative to get so close, it was now Tang Wangyue’s turn to make the next move.

As the on-set screenwriter, Tang Wangyue didn’t have much to do. The remaining plot points were minimal and already well-developed, so the production crew didn’t need her. Her main role was to observe the filming process, which would help refine her scriptwriting skills.

During the month she spent independently managing Group B with Mo Lai, Tang Wangyue learned the most. At least now she understood camera angles, flashbacks, and scene transitions, which would undoubtedly make her future scripts more polished.

With some free time, she remembered Yun Chuxian’s low bl00d sugar. She found a restaurant and ordered dishes Yun Chuxian might enjoy.

After all, Yun Chuxian rarely ate fruit to maintain her figure and avoid water retention. Her salads contained no dressing, and the only protein sources were beef and shrimp.

Yun Chuxian was incredibly strict with herself, but with such a restrictive diet, low bl00d sugar was inevitable.

Tang Wangyue simply wanted to prepare some nutritious meals to ensure Yun Chuxian met her basic nutritional needs, regardless of how much she actually ate.

She picked up the food from the restaurant, packed it in a thermal container, and hurried over.

She tried to avoid running into too many people, especially Mo Lai. But as fate would have it, he walked right toward her.

What are you doing here? I told you to rest for a couple more days! Mo Lai scrutinized her, noting her decent energy level, before glancing at the thermal container in her hand. What’s this? Did you bring back some delicious takeout? Let me see.

Tang Wangyue immediately hid the container behind her back, giving Mo Lai an innocent look.

Mo Lai …For Yun Chuxian?

Mm-hmm.

Well, there goes my misplaced affection. Mo Lai waved his hand dismissively, deliberately feigning disappointment.

Sister, Tang Wangyue called out, your portion is in Yueqing.

Of course, she hadn’t forgotten Mo Lai. She just didn’t want him to know she was making it, fearing his teasing. But since she was already cooking, she figured she might as well make some for him too.

Mo Lai continued to feign heartbreak. So I was just an afterthought?

Then don’t eat it, Tang Wangyue retorted, rolling her eyes. She was already done talking.

Fine, fine, I’ll eat it.

But Mo Lai still had one question. Are you sure it’s edible?

Tang Wangyue ?

I followed the online recipe exactly and even tasted it myself. I wouldn’t have brought it over if it wasn’t safe to eat.

With a smug hum, she added, I can’t vouch for your portion, though. The good stuff is right here in my hands.

Of course, that wasn’t true. Both portions had come from the same pot. The only difference was that Yun Chuxian’s portion had been artfully plated, while Mo Lai’s hadn’t.

It had been a bit of a waste of ingredients. After all, Tang Wangyue usually relied on her air fryer for cooking. With this method, she could only guarantee that the food would be cooked through. Today, she had meticulously followed the online recipe, even weighing out every gram.

She had tasted the finished product herself and could only describe it as an extraordinary effort. She found it quite delicious.

Hearing this, Mo Lai couldn’t hold back any longer. You’ve broken Xiao A’Yue’s heart!

Tch.

Since she’d been discovered anyway, Tang Wangyue strode past Mo Lai and headed straight for Yun Chuxian’s RV.

Yun Chuxian’s RV was open to her, so even while Yun Chuxian was still filming, she could go inside and wait.

She set the lunchbox down and nervously tugged at the hem of her shirt. Yun Chuxian will like it, right?

Yun Chuxian had just finished filming when Bai Yu informed her that Tang Wangyue was waiting in her RV.

Puzzled, Yun Chuxian boarded the RV and found Tang Wangyue, looking slightly nervous, suddenly standing up as soon as she saw her. Sister!

Hmm, did you need something? Yun Chuxian asked, washing her hands.

Her gaze fell on the lunchbox on the table, and she raised an eyebrow, guessing what was going on. No wonder my salad wasn’t on the table.

Where’s my salad?

Tang Wangyue’s face flushed as she silently opened the lunchbox and spread out the dishes Three Delicacies, Braised Pork with Dried Plums and Mustard Greens, and Stir-Fried Shrimp.

Although the three dishes were relatively simple to make, Tang Wangyue still took a long time to prepare them. As an air fryer enthusiast, she considered it a success just to have managed to cook them at all.

Eat this, Tang Wangyue said softly.

Yun Chuxian sat down beside her. You made this?

Mm-hmm.

Yun Chuxian’s lips curved into a smile. She had already heard from Bai Yu that Tang Wangyue had brought the food, but she hadn’t expected it to be homemade.

Let me try it.

Yun Chuxian picked up her chopsticks, took a shrimp, and nodded. Not bad.

Hearing those two words, Tang Wangyue’s eyes narrowed with a smile. Sister, you can have more.

Afraid I’ll get low bl00d sugar again?

Yun Chuxian had Tang Wangyue completely figured out, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

Yun Chuxian hadn’t anticipated the low bl00d sugar incident herself. She considered herself to be in good physical condition, but the hectic filming schedule had disrupted her meal times. Moreover, to maintain her figure, she had been eating very cautiously, consuming almost no carbohydrates and thus lacking energy.

Tang Wangyue nodded, pushing the rice closer to Yun Chuxian. Eat more. I’ll make more tomorrow.

That won’t do, Yun Chuxian said with a smile, picking up a piece of braised pork and holding it to Tang Wangyue’s lips. Seeing her eat it, she nodded in satisfaction. If you eat this every day, your face will get puffy, and you won’t look good on camera.

Then I’ll try to make it lower in calories, Tang Wangyue persisted.

Yun Chuxian was genuinely too thin. She had to be suspended by wires every day, and if she fainted mid-air, it would be terrifying.

I’ll eat properly, Yun Chuxian promised.

To be honest, Tang Wangyue’s cooking wasn’t bad at all.

Yun Chuxian was just thinking that they were here with the production crew for work, and her meal allowance was quite generous. She could order whatever she wanted.

Of course, she was deeply touched and loved that Tang Wangyue was cooking for her.

She just felt that Tang Wangyue, having just recovered from her illness, should be resting properly.

Afraid of disappointing Tang Wangyue, Yun Chuxian reached out and gently pinched her ear. A Yue, you need to rest properly when you’re sick, okay?

I’m fine now, Tang Wangyue murmured.

Take a nap here this afternoon, and we’ll go back to the hotel together tonight.

Yun Chuxian’s words meant that Tang Wangyue could stay in the RV to sleep today, and they would leave work together.

Tang Wangyue readily agreed. Okay.

Good girl.

After lunch, Yun Chuxian washed up and returned to her room. She stood facing the wall, her feet on an acupressure mat, while a large-screen tablet embedded in the wall played a movie.

Maintaining their figures is a constant struggle for celebrities. They never sit or lie down immediately after eating. Even if strenuous exercise is off-limits right after a meal, they’ll engage in light activities to burn calories before taking a nap.

Tang Wangyue sat on a single sofa, leaning back and tilting her head to watch Yun Chuxian’s focused posture. Before long, her mind began to wander.

In that moment, she couldn’t hide her infatuation with Yun Chuxian. Time flew by as she gazed at her, with no intention of looking away.

Yun Chuxian stepped off the acupressure mat and approached her. Tang Wangyue suddenly snapped out of her reverie, watching in stunned silence as Yun Chuxian settled onto her lap.

The single sofa dipped slightly under their combined weight as they nestled together, pressed tightly against each other.

Yun Chuxian raised her hand, slowly and deliberately tracing Tang Wangyue’s eyes, cheeks, and lips, causing her to instinctively swallow.

In the next moment, Yun Chuxian lowered her head, meeting her gaze, and slowly leaned in for a kiss.

Tang Wangyue felt her lips being held, gently kissed, the contact remaining confined to her lips—soft, teasing, and tantalizing.