Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 6

On the first day of filming for The Eldest Princess, Tang Wangyue arrived at the gate on her mountain bike and was stopped by security.

Hello, the production crew is filming inside. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed entry.

Mo Lai had been waiting for her at the gate and rushed forward at the sound of her voice. Officer, she’s the screenwriter for the production crew. Here’s her ID.

Mo Lai showed the security guard the ID before hanging it around Tang Wangyue’s neck.

It’s best to wear this at all times during your first few days on set. Once everyone recognizes you, you won’t need it anymore. Or you could take a photo of it and keep it on your phone.

Got it, Tang Wangyue replied, picking up the ID to examine it The Eldest Princess Production Crew, Screenwriting Team, Tang Wangyue.

The photo was flattering, and she was quite pleased with it.

Want a ride? Tang Wangyue patted the mountain bike.

Mo Lai rolled her eyes. Ride on the tire?

The mountain bike had no rear seat Tang Wangyue had just bought it and hadn’t even considered adding one.

Haha, I’ll head in then!

Tang Wangyue laughed cheerfully, pushed off with her foot, and pedaled into the production set.

Moments later, Mo Lai caught up on an electric scooter. You think you’re the only one with wheels?

The film and television city wasn’t large all the buildings were concentrated in a single town, easily navigable by an electric scooter.

As soon as Mo Lai arrived, she bought an electric scooter and declared with a hearty laugh, If you can’t catch me, you’re buying dinner!

Tang Wangyue shot her friend a speechless look. She was riding a mountain bike, and when she really got going, it might not be any slower than the scooter.

Mo Lai then called out loudly, A Yue, will tickets to Jägermeister Wave that aren’t for the inner circle be okay?

Absolutely not, Tang Wangyue replied. Or you could give me two of your figurines instead.

Tang Wangyue didn’t know the way, so she followed behind Mo Lai.

Mo Lai rejected the offer without even turning her head. Impossible. Let’s stick with the inner circle tickets. But if you agree to give up one ticket, I’ll take you to get a photo with Yun Chuxian.

I’m telling you, Yun Chuxian is ten times more beautiful in person than on TV. You won’t regret it.

Tang Wangyue hesitated, unsure how to explain that she had already met the great beauty and superstar Yun Chuxian.

It was true, as Mo Lai said, that Yun Chuxian was far more stunning in person than on screen.

Their secret—whatever it was—couldn’t be revealed to anyone. Tang Wangyue didn’t mind, but it would be detrimental to Yun Chuxian’s reputation.

No.

Tang Wangyue’s refusal was blunt. Tickets for the Jägermeister Wave weren’t just expensive they were practically impossible to get.

Mo Lai winced, imagining the frantic scramble she’d have to go through with multiple devices just to secure tickets.

Damn it, Tang Wangyue!

Tang Wangyue ignored her and followed Mo Lai to the production crew’s location.

Oh, right, where am I staying tonight?

A hotel. I upgraded you to a suite, all on my own dime. Happy? Mo Lai parked her electric scooter, her face practically begging for praise.

Tang Wangyue chuckled softly, then snorted. Tell the truth.

There’s only one single room left. You’re not going to share with someone else, are you? Just say your sisters love you. Mo Lai rolled her eyes. Why can’t I ever fool you?

Tang Wangyue burst out laughing. In our mom’s words, ‘One look at your mouth and you know exactly what you’re up to.’

Mo Lai’s mother was Tang Wangyue’s godmother. The two families had forged a deep friendship by helping each other through tough times.

In truth, Mo Lai’s family was quite wealthy. Her godmother was a CEO, and when Tang Wangyue’s mother divorced, the godmother hired the lawyers to handle the property division and everything else.

Without her godmother’s help, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

Tang Wangyue suddenly bumped Mo Lai’s shoulder. Sis, do you think Group B will get to see the actors from Group A?

Don’t call me ‘sis’! It scares me, Mo Lai said, taking a step back in mock fear. She’d been a mischievous child, often disciplined by Tang Wangyue.

Still, if it hadn’t been for Tang Wangyue and Aunt Tang, her mother would never have made the decision to leave, and they might still be stuck in that quagmire.

Faced with Tang Wangyue’s expectant gaze, Mo Lai asked curiously, Weren’t you uninterested in Yun Chuxian?

Tang Wangyue coughed lightly. Never mind.

No, tell me! Since you asked, I’ll definitely answer. Mo Lai grinned. Later in the story, Yun Chuxian will be filming with my group. You’ll still have a chance to see him.

This was also part of Mo Lai’s excitement. Directors who had worked with Yun Chuxian would have a significant boost to their resumes.

When she first enrolled in film school, her mother had disapproved and refused to provide any resources, forcing her to rely on her own efforts. Now, she had finally made a name for herself.

Tang Wangyue lowered her gaze in thought. Mo Lai tugged at her sleeve. Come on, let’s attend the launch ceremony. Then I’ll have someone take you to the hotel.

We’re not filming today?

Having only worked on one production crew before, she wasn’t very familiar with the process.

The director’s shooting today, so I’ll be with you today as the assistant director. Tomorrow, I’ll be with Group B.

They arrived at the production crew just as the opening ceremony was about to begin. The moment Mo Lai appeared, someone immediately called out to her.

Director Mo, hurry over! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!

Director Mo, the director wants to see you!

Mo Lai quickly said, I need to get to work. Don’t leave the production crew area. I’ll introduce you to the other writers later.

Okay, Tang Wangyue nodded, finding a quiet corner where she wouldn’t be in the way. Like an observer, she watched the crew members bustling around.

She loved standing in corners, observing life’s myriad forms from an outsider’s perspective—almost like a god looking down.

It reminded her of her childhood, sitting on the bluestone steps with a small yellow dog nestled beside her, the two of them watching people come and go at the alley entrance.

It wasn’t that she wanted to be there her mother had told her to stay outside until the opposite shop lit its lantern after her father had been drinking.

Since then, she had grown accustomed to observing people, her mind filling with countless little stories. Perhaps that was why she had chosen to become a writer.

Hello, Writer Tang, right?

A sweet-looking girl interrupted Tang Wangyue’s thoughts.

Hello, Tang Wangyue replied, rising to her feet and nodding.

I’m Yue Qing, Director Mo’s assistant. You can call me Xiao Qing.

Alright.

Tang Wangyue offered a polite smile. Where’s Director Mo?

Director Mo is busy right now. She asked me to take you to the writers’ room first. I’ll take you to the hotel after the filming ceremony.

Yue Qing studied the writer. She was strikingly beautiful, dressed in straight-leg trousers, a black sleeveless top, and an unbuttoned military green shirt. A baseball cap completed her effortlessly cool and clean look. Her sharp features exuded a natural, unmade-up elegance—a wild yet gentle charm.

Yue Qing wondered if such a lovely woman would be driven to tears by the two writers in the writers’ room.

The writers’ room currently housed two writers, a man and a woman, who argued daily. The female writer insisted on sticking closely to the original novel, resisting any major plot changes, while the male writer stubbornly insisted on injecting his own ideas into the story.

When the cameras started rolling today, the two screenwriters glared at each other, as if trying to burn holes through each other with their eyes.

Now, with the arrival of a third screenwriter—though assigned to Group B—no one could predict whether this would stabilize the triangular dynamic or simply leave both sides feeling resentful.

Tang Wangyue, oblivious to the young woman’s thoughts, smiled and replied, Let’s go.

The Eldest Princess had a substantial budget, allowing the production crew to set up tents for the screenwriters. This was to provide a better creative environment for them. In less well-funded productions, screenwriters were lucky to even have a chair to sit on.

As soon as she stepped inside, she felt the cool air conditioning wash over her, a welcome relief from the sweltering heat outside. However, it seemed the tent wasn’t exclusively for the screenwriters’ use.

Yue Qing led her to a desk, a smile spreading across her face. Perfect timing! Both screenwriters are here. This is Writer Tang, who will be working with you both from now on.

Writer Tang, these are Writer Liu Cheng and Writer Lu Zhan.

Tang Wangyue offered a perfectly polite smile, its curve just right. Hello, Writers Liu and Lu. I’m Tang Wangyue.

Lu Zhan, one of the screenwriters, looked up and smiled. Nice to meet you.

Liu Cheng turned to Yue Qing and asked, Has the director seen her yet?

The director is busy right now, Yue Qing replied. He said he’ll meet with her when he’s finished.

Liu Cheng was probing the director’s attitude, as the director’s opinion would determine Tang Wangyue’s status within the production crew.

Yue Qing’s ambiguous answer made it difficult to gauge whether the director valued Tang Wangyue or not.

Hello everyone, I’m Assistant Bai Yu, Mr. Yun Chuxian’s assistant. He bought milk tea and coffee and asked me to deliver it.

Bai Yu walked over with the drinks, placed them on the table, and then pulled out a honeysuckle grapefruit tea, handing it to Tang Wangyue.

Writer Tang, this is yours.

The only honeysuckle grapefruit tea among the coffee and milk tea, Bai Yu had specifically handed it to her.

Tang Wangyue’s heart stirred. Had Yun Chuxian instructed her to do this?