Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 7

Tang Wangyue cradled the honeysuckle grapefruit tea in her hands, feeling a gentle current flow through her heart, nourishing her spirit. She inexplicably sensed Yun Chuxian’s tenderness.

The others nearby observed the scene.

Yue Qing had initially assumed Tang Wangyue was following in her teacher’s footsteps, but now it seemed Yun Chuxian might also have some connection to her.

Lu Zhan and Liu Cheng, veterans of the industry, understood the unspoken implications. What appeared to be a simple cup of tea was actually Yun Chuxian subtly declaring her intricate ties to Writer Tang.

Otherwise, there would have been no need to order a single honeysuckle grapefruit tea, worry about it being mixed up, and have Bai Yu personally deliver it to her.

Tang Wangyue lowered her gaze. The tea felt icy cold in her hands, undoubtedly chilled with ice. She wondered if this was meant to promote her health or undermine it.

Please thank Teacher Yun for me, she said.

Bai Yu smiled. You’re too kind, Teacher Tang.

Then she addressed the other two writers Teacher Yun needs a writer to discuss the script. Which of you three has time?

Lu Zhan and Liu Cheng exchanged glances with Tang Wangyue, their meaning clear of course, it’s her.

Few screenwriters were willing to discuss scripts with celebrities, viewing it as casting pearls before swine. If the star demanded script changes, the director wouldn’t scold the lead actor—wouldn’t they just pass the blame onto the screenwriter?

Besides, Yun Chuxian’s relationship with this newcomer was clearly more than just professional. They weren’t about to get involved in that drama.

Liu Cheng immediately smiled. Xiao Tang, can I call you that?

Yes, Teacher Liu, please go ahead, Tang Wangyue replied, fully aware they were trying to avoid the task.

In a production crew, the lead actor often wielded more influence than the director, who had to cater to their whims. With Yun Chuxian’s star power and the crew’s hierarchy, even the director had to consider her reputation.

Liu Cheng suppressed his annoyance. As the screenwriter, you must be familiar with the script. Go discuss it with Teacher Yun.

This wasn’t a request it was a direct assignment.

Alright, Tang Wangyue agreed.

The entertainment industry operated on seniority. As a newcomer, Tang Wangyue understood that refusing a task assigned by her seniors would be unwise.

Besides, she didn’t mind discussing the script with Yun Chuxian.

Tang Wangyue followed Bai Yu toward Yun Chuxian’s RV.

As soon as they left, Lu Zhan turned to Yue Qing, eager for gossip. Yue Qing, what’s the deal with Tang Wangyue?

Yue Qing, representing Assistant Director Mo Lai and now appearing to be close to Yun Chuxian, could influence how the crew treated Tang Wangyue in the future.

Yue Qing shook her head. I don’t know. The Boss only said Teacher Tang is her friend.

Friend?

Assistant directors wield considerable power. Though the production crew had several assistant directors, Mo Lai was different. She independently managed Group B, a position unmatched by her peers.

Yue Qing was curious too, but she genuinely didn’t know. Even if she did, she wouldn’t reveal it. An assistant’s most crucial duty was maintaining confidentiality.

A film school graduate herself, Yue Qing had secured her internship under Mo Lai through Teacher Liu’s recommendation. Mo Lai was essentially her mentor.

Regarding her mentor’s friends, Yue Qing would remain silent, regardless of what she knew.

Still, she needed to inform her mentor about this.

Meanwhile, Tang Wangyue followed Bai Yu to the RV. Bai Yu knocked on the door. Boss, Teacher Tang is here.

Tang Wangyue stood silently beside her, lost in thought. Bai Yu had said, Whichever writer has time can come, claiming they weren’t being picky. Yet Tang Wangyue sensed that Yun Chuxian knew it would be her.

The RV door immediately swung open. Come in, a cool, clear voice greeted her, like her ears had been purified by a divine spring.

Tang Wangyue stepped inside. The interior was meticulously organized. As she entered, the sharp, icy scent of roses washed over her, momentarily disorienting her.

The RV’s exterior resembled a military-green truck, taller than a standard truck and fully enclosed. At first, she had assumed it was for cargo.

The enchanting fragrance inside was a stark contrast to the vehicle’s rugged exterior, almost making her lose herself within its confines.

Near the driver’s seat was a small lounge, resembling a cozy cafe booth with partial partitions. The sofas were plush and comfortable, separated from the driver’s area by a large screen.

It was essentially a rising and lowering television screen. When raised, it separated the main driver’s seat and provided soundproofing, allowing for television viewing. When lowered from the ceiling, it transformed into a large bed equipped with privacy curtains.

Yun Chuxian sat inside, a script covered in annotations spread before her.

Boss, Teacher Tang is here, Bai Yu announced before exiting the vehicle. As someone who had been involved in everything from start to finish, now was the perfect time to leave.

Teacher Yun, Tang Wangyue greeted her.

In other settings, calling Yun Chuxian by her full name wouldn’t raise eyebrows. But on set, addressing someone by their given name was considered disrespectful.

Please, sit, Yun Chuxian said with a faint smile.

No wonder everyone online called her a gentle goddess. Her soft features paired with a cool, clear voice were enough to captivate both visual and auditory enthusiasts alike.

Tang Wangyue settled on the other side of the L-shaped sofa, pulling her own script from her bag. Would you like to discuss character development or the story?

Yun Chuxian chuckled. This little trickster is quite clever. Talking about character development or the story, but avoiding the script itself—was she afraid Yun Chuxian would rewrite it?

Yun Chuxian had already reviewed the script for The Eldest Princess. It was decent enough. She’d heard Liu Cheng wanted to make changes and add filler, but she’d told the director it was unacceptable.

As an adaptation of an existing IP, it’s crucial to respect the original work. The source material isn’t flawed in terms of plot or character development it’s already well-crafted and doesn’t require alterations.

Yun Chuxian remained silent, her gentle gaze fixed on Tang Wangyue, causing the latter’s heart to flutter involuntarily.

Tang Wangyue awkwardly averted her eyes, taking in the layout of the RV.

Stepping out of the living area, one immediately encountered a vanity table, flanked by a wet bar, refrigerator, and floor-mounted air conditioner. Beyond that lay an open kitchen, followed by a bathroom and toilet. At the far end, a door stood ajar, revealing the bedroom.

Inside, a staircase led to a second level.

Tang Wangyue knew this was the rooftop terrace, which could be raised to create a perfect camping spot.

When she was writing her post-apocalyptic novel, she had researched various RV models extensively. She knew this particular RV had a hidden feature the rear compartment could open to accommodate a motorcycle.

Combining her knowledge of the exterior and interior, she immediately identified the RV’s model and its spatial configuration, recognizing it as a mobile apartment.

For ordinary families, a motorhome might seem impractical. But for an actress like Yun Chuxian, who often filmed outdoors, it was indispensable—her second home, in fact.

She spent even more time in it than in her actual house.

If she had the means to make a space where she spent so much time more comfortable, why wouldn’t she?

Perhaps her evasiveness amused Yun Chuxian, as a soft chuckle reached Tang Wangyue’s ear.

The cool, clear sound of her laughter was like mountain stream water flowing gently, inexplicably calming.

Writer Tang, would you mind sharing your understanding of the script and the character I’m playing?

Writer Tang?

Tang Wangyue’s newly calmed heart suddenly raced. She paused for two seconds to steady herself before replying slowly.

When she first wrote the female lead, she had created a detailed character biography. As the plot developed, the character’s personality became increasingly refined.

Thinking back, she shared all her insights from writing the female lead.

Yun Chuxian was surprised. Have you read the novel?

She had read it too, but she hadn’t grasped the deeper nuances as well as Tang Wangyue. The little con artist was even more impressive than she’d imagined.

Mm.

Tang Wangyue had just nodded when Bai Yu knocked on the door from outside. Boss, the director says the ceremony is about to begin.

Alright. Yun Chuxian lowered her gaze, concealing the mischief in her eyes, and lightly tapped Tang Wangyue’s calf with her toe—a touch as light as a tickle. If you’re not getting up, do you expect me to step over your legs?

No…

Tang Wangyue was about to deny it when a fragrant breeze brushed her face, and her vision darkened. Yun Chuxian had placed her hands on Tang Wangyue’s shoulders.

Her gaze landed squarely on something soft and yielding.

Yun Chuxian was dressed in ancient robes, her entire body veiled in sheer silk. The alluring fragrance, the translucent veil, and the hazy crimson fabric framed a pair of captivating eyes that met Tang Wangyue’s through the veil.

As if struck by a pressure point technique, Tang Wangyue froze, afraid to move even an inch.

Deliberately, Yun Chuxian let strands of her hair fall across Tang Wangyue’s face along with the crimson veil. Tang Wangyue instinctively inhaled deeply.

The next moment, the hair and veil brushed past, a dreamlike and provocative caress that sent her bl00d surging.