Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 5

A suitor? Tang Wangyue was speechless for a long moment before angrily getting to her feet.

Who would want to be your suitor?

To be honest, Yun Chuxian had countless admirers—the kind with over twenty million followers across three platforms.

But Tang Wangyue had never considered becoming one of them.

Yun Chuxian picked up a slice of bread, tore off a small piece, and popped it into her mouth, her eyes brimming with affection.

That gaze sent a shiver down Tang Wangyue’s spine. This woman is radiating her charm again.

Your things are all on the table. Have someone pick you up as soon as possible.

Tang Wangyue tucked sausage, eggs, and lettuce leaves into her bread. Silently, she pushed the other, slightly undercooked egg toward Yun Chuxian.

Her gaze drifted to Yun Chuxian’s pale neck, flinching at the scattered red marks there before discreetly looking away.

Yun Chuxian glanced at the egg in front of her, a flicker of tenderness in her eyes. You… you want to be my suitor, don’t you?

She lifted her gaze to Tang Wangyue, her cool voice making it sound like she was discussing something trivial.

Tang Wangyue didn’t bother answering, instead asking, I’m curious, Miss Yun, when did you start investigating me?

Tang Wangyue studied Yun Chuxian’s expression, intrigued by how well this woman seemed to know her.

Yun Chuxian lowered her gaze and chuckled softly. Who would agree to a blind date without first thoroughly researching their potential partner?

That made sense. Could it really be Mom?

Then Miss Yun doesn’t know I’m unemployed? Tang Wangyue’s family was of modest means. After her parents’ divorce, her mother received only an old house. When it was later demolished, they were allocated two new apartments and some cash.

Her mother, a retired head nurse, received a decent pension, but they were still only a middle-class family. Yun Chuxian, on the other hand, earned nearly 200,000 yuan per episode for a single drama, not to mention her endorsement deals and other commercial ventures.

Aside from the connection between their families, Tang Wangyue secretly wondered if Yun Chuxian had told her family she liked her, or if Mom had fabricated the message.

I’ll support you, Yun Chuxian said with a smile, taking a sip of milk. A drop lingered on her lip, and her tongue darted out to lick it away.

Little liar! You’re clearly a screenwriter for the production team, yet you claim to be unemployed.

The scene stirred Tang Wangyue, her gaze burning with intensity as memories of the previous night replayed in her mind.

She picked up her milk and drained it in one gulp, suppressing the strange feeling stirring within her.

I wonder how many people Miss Yun has said that to.

Yun Chuxian rose, walked to the sofa, picked up her phone, and sent a message. Only you.

Her words hung in the air, neither entirely true nor entirely false, leaving Tang Wangyue unable to discern the truth.

Her phone buzzed rapidly. She glanced down to see a message from Mo Lai

The production schedule is confirmed—two weeks from now. I’ve already submitted your name. Just pretend to be the screenwriter for my team, please, A Yue! Save my ass! This is the most crucial moment of my career. Whether I become a great director and get to film your scripts later all depends on this.

If you agree, I’ll cover all the tickets for Jägermeister Wave’s tour this year.

Jägermeister Wave was a cutting-edge all-female band known for their cool, fierce, and wild style. Tang Wangyue loved their music. Though not mainstream, their tour tickets were notoriously difficult to secure.

Tang Wangyue lowered her gaze and smiled, taking her time to respond.

Yun Chuxian scanned the smile on her face. The Eldest Princess starts filming in two weeks. I should see Writer Tang on set, right?

The script for The Eldest Princess had been greenlit long ago, with filming scheduled to begin in the summer and last six months. The exact start date would depend on the lead actress’s availability, requiring careful calculation to determine the specific day within that period.

Mo Lai had already informed her that her name had been submitted, so Yun Chuxian must have seen her listed as the writer.

Tang Wangyue was about to say she wouldn’t be going when the doorbell rang. She frowned, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.

That must be my assistant, Yun Chuxian said with a smile before going to answer the door.

The moment the door opened, Yun Chuxian froze, staring at the woman outside who looked to be about her mother’s age. Then recognition dawned. A… Aunt?

Aunt? Tang Wangyue leaned forward to peek. Mom?

Panic surged through her. No, why is Madam Tang here now?

Tang Rong’s expression shifted from confusion to sudden recognition. Chu Xian? You’ve grown so much! The last time I saw you, you were only…

She gestured to her chest, then corrected herself, pointing to her nose. About this tall.

Tang Wangyue was utterly bewildered. How had she never met the daughter of her mother’s friend before?

Yes, Aunt Tang, it’s been a while, Yun Chuxian replied, subtly signaling her assistant outside.

Bai Yu understood immediately. Boss, here are your clothes.

Clothes? Tang Rong’s gaze shifted to Yun Chuxian’s outfit. Wasn’t that her own daughter’s… idiotic—no, childish—clothes?

Her eyes moved from Yun Chuxian to Tang Wangyue. They…?

You little minx, Tang Wangyue! Yesterday you were telling me she wouldn’t even look at you, and now you’re sleeping together!

Tang Wangyue felt the sky collapsing. I’m done for. I could jump into the Yellow River and still never clear my name.

Mom…

Don’t call me Mom! Tang Rong snapped, her voice sharp enough to startle the other three in the room.

Facing Yun Chuxian, Aunt Tang immediately switched to a warm smile. Chu Xian, are you busy today? I bought some groceries. Why don’t you join us for lunch?

Yun Chuxian was about to accept when she caught Tang Wangyue’s pleading glance out of the corner of her eye. She cleared her throat. Aunt Tang, I have work to do.

Yun Chuxian had returned to Xifu City for a vacation. After a few days of rest and getting herself organized, she would be joining a film crew. The main purpose of her vacation, however, was to plan Tang Wangyue’s blind date.

She could have used this opportunity to solidify her relationship with Tang Wangyue and pressure her through Aunt Tang, but she had no intention of doing so.

Tang Rong, knowing Yun Chuxian was a busy celebrity, didn’t press the matter. Alright, alright, work comes first. I’ll tell your mother we’ll bring Tang Wangyue over to visit in a couple of days.

Now that she knew her pig had rooted up someone else’s tender cabbage, she had to pay a proper visit. It was a matter of courtesy.

Mom! Tang Wangyue protested, speechless. What’s going on?

Yun Chuxian took her clothes and entered the room, moving with familiar ease, as if she had been there many times before.

Tang Rong smiled at Bai Yu, who, having worked as an assistant for years, knew exactly when to disappear. Um, Aunt Tang, Miss Tang, I’ll head downstairs now.

Good girl, go get back to work, Tang Rong said, her smile instantly vanishing as soon as Bai Yu left and closed the door. She grabbed her daughter by the ear. Tang Wangyue, Tang Wangyue! I told you to go on a blind date, not bring her home! Unmarried and already… I don’t even know how to explain this to Aunt Yun!

Mom, it’s not what you think! Tang Wangyue protested weakly.

Then why is Chu Xian here? Did nothing happen between you two last night?

Tang Wangyue fell silent. Something had happened, but not everything. How could she explain? No matter what she said, it seemed impossible to prove her innocence with Yun Chuxian.

Tang Rong saw through her hesitation immediately. Hmph, she snorted. Let me tell you, Chu Xian is a good girl. She’s already told her family she likes you. And after all this, you’d better treat her right.

Tang Wangyue pressed her lips together, refusing to answer.

Tang Wangyue, did you hear me?

Tang Wangyue nodded reluctantly. You used to call me ‘Moon Treasure’ when I was little.

Get out of my sight! Tang Rong snapped angrily. Moments later, Yun Chuxian emerged.

Dressed in a modern Chinese ensemble, she wore a white, modified qipao with a short-sleeved top featuring frog closures and a knee-length qipao skirt embroidered with bamboo leaves.

Her appearance exuded gentle elegance with a hint of resilience—the kind of woman elders adored.

Hmm… Tang Wangyue liked it too.

Auntie, I’ll be going now, Yun Chuxian said softly.

Alright, dear. Whenever you have an event, Auntie will be there to support you, Tang Rong replied, beaming with satisfaction at her future daughter-in-law.

Yun Chuxian nodded with a smile, her gaze drifting to Tang Wangyue. She caught a fleeting flicker of anticipation in her eyes. A Yue, see you on set.

On set? Tang Rong looked at them both, puzzled.

Tang Wangyue was already regretting her foolish hope that Yun Chuxian might say something to her—and feeling like Yun Chuxian had noticed.

Before she could speak, Yun Chuxian chimed in, Yes, Auntie. I was surprised to find A Yue on the writing team for my new drama.

It’s all Mo Lai’s fault for signing her up! Now Mom keeps nagging her to go to work, especially since it means working with Yun Chuxian.

Great. If she doesn’t go, she might never be able to come home again, unless she actually marries Yun Chuxian.

Under Tang Rong’s approving gaze, Tang Wangyue escorted Yun Chuxian downstairs. The actress was already wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a mask.

At the bottom of the stairs, Yun Chuxian pulled out her phone. Thanks for walking me down. Let’s add each other on Jianxin.

Tang Wangyue scanned Yun Chuxian’s QR code. Her Jianxin name was…

Huh? Just a dot? What a unique name.

Meanwhile, Tang Wangyue’s Jianxin name was—Iron-Blooded Big Round Plate.

Realizing her own name, Tang Wangyue’s face flushed crimson. Crap, I forgot to change it!

A hint of amusement flickered in Yun Chuxian’s eyes. See you on set.

Okay. Wait, why did she just agree?

Tang Wangyue looked up at the sun. But they wouldn’t see each other for two weeks. That’s so long…

Author’s Note

Tang Wangyue Crap, I’m bewitched!

Yun Chuxian Little liar.