Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 8

Tang Wangyue had barely stepped out of the car when Mo Lai pulled her aside.

What’s going on between you and Yun Chuxian?

Her friend had just joined the production crew and was already in Yun Chuxian’s RV. Not even the director had been invited inside.

Normally, discussions took place in the tent with the whole group present. Not just anyone could enter the superstar’s RV.

Mo Lai scrutinized Tang Wangyue. Is there something you’re not telling me?

What do you mean? Teacher Yun needed a screenwriter, but Teacher Lu and Teacher Liu refused to go. Tang Wangyue shrugged. She was merely one of the options, which proved nothing.

Mo Lai’s eyes held a knowing glint. The Honeysuckle Pomelo Tea—you’re the only one who got it. There were only two cups. Yun Chuxian kept one for herself, and the other went to you.

Sharing something she liked… Yue Qing had mentioned that Bai Yu had personally handed the pomelo tea to Tang Wangyue.

Before her friend could reply, Mo Lai whispered urgently, Yun Chuxian is the kind of woman who leaves a lasting impression. Whether you’re male or female, it’s hard not to fall for her after meeting her. I heard from a director who worked with her before that she rarely loses her temper and treats everyone with gentle kindness. The last time she blew up was when the production crew tried to drastically alter the script. She immediately quit, had her lawyers ready, and the crew eventually backed down.

Overall, Yun Chuxian is a highly professional actress who takes her craft seriously and is genuinely kind. Whether she’s interacting with the director or the extras, her attitude remains consistent. Don’t be fooled by her gentle demeanor she’s not being particularly kind to you.

Mo Lai wanted to warn her friend that some people were simply beyond their reach.

Yun Chuxian’s public persona might be gentle and polite, but that was her standard behavior toward everyone, not something special.

As for the Honeysuckle Pomelo Tea, Mo Lai suspected it was more of a casual gesture than a deliberate act.

After all, why would Yun Chuxian know A Yue? The milk tea and coffee orders had been placed before A Yue even joined the production crew.

It couldn’t be that they knew each other beforehand.

The two had grown up together, and Mo Lai knew everyone Tang Wangyue knew. During college, their roommates often gathered for meals together.

Since they hadn’t known each other before, this incident was likely accidental. A Yue couldn’t afford to fall for it.

Tang Wangyue nodded. I get it. You’re being such a nag.

Mo Lai huffed. The entertainment industry is full of temptations. You used to have Teacher Liu guiding you, but now you don’t. Of course I need to keep a close eye on you.

Many people, dazzled by the industry’s glitz and glamour, easily lose themselves, only to emerge battered and bruised.

Mo Lai trusted A Yue’s self-control, but she trusted Yun Chuxian’s allure even more.

Having worked in the industry for so long, Mo Lai was still stunned by Yun Chuxian’s beauty when she first met her, remaining speechless for a long moment.

Yun Chuxian had a good reputation within the industry. After working with her, Mo Lai found her to be kind and cooperative, always accommodating the production crew’s arrangements as long as they were reasonable.

She was the most agreeable co-star Mo Lai had ever worked with at her level. No, not just at her level—many newcomers with even a hint of fame acted high and mighty, bossing around the crew and flaunting their superiority.

Yun Chuxian was wonderful, but Mo Lai worried about her friend succumbing to temptation.

Is everything settled with the director? Tang Wangyue quickly changed the subject. She could lie to anyone else, but not Mo Lai. A few more questions and she’d likely give herself away.

And if she did, Mo Lai would relentlessly dig for the truth.

Where does this girl get her sense of responsibility? Tang Wangyue wondered. Just because she’s older and entered society earlier, she thinks she needs to protect me.

Not quite. We’re burning incense and praying to the gods now. The leads are up front, so I, as the assistant director, get a moment’s peace.

Mo Lai glanced at the group of actors before her. Today was their day—the female leads dominated this drama. A sea of beautiful women filled the scene, surrounded by several media photographers.

The filming of The Eldest Princess had begun, generating a wave of publicity.

Mo Lai pressed a mint candy into Tang Wangyue’s hand. Don’t leave yet. The director wants to see you in a bit.

Okay.

Tang Wangyue frowned. Did you tell the director about me?

Do you think he wouldn’t find out? Mo Lai retorted.

She had a point. When the rights were transferred, they’d needed a copy of Tang Wangyue’s ID.

Tang Wangyue gazed at Yun Chuxian in the crowd. Her crimson robes flowed like liquid fire, her hair bound in a crown, her face small and exquisite, her bearing heroic and upright—she resembled a legendary female general from the frontier.

In the novel, the Eldest Princess was indeed decisive and ruthless, leading armies on the battlefield. Yun Chuxian’s appearance made the character leap from the page to life.

As the original author, Tang Wangyue couldn’t have been more pleased with Yun Chuxian’s portrayal of the female lead.

Stop staring, Mo Lai warned. Your eyes are practically glued to her.

Chu Xian for Chu Yue, Wangyue?

Tsk, who knows if this is a destined romance or a karmic entanglement.

Tang Wangyue shot her a wordless glance. Go busy yourself.

Honestly, she’s been hovering around me all day, as if she’s afraid I’ll fall for Yun Chuxian.

So what if I did? A life without unrequited love is incomplete.

Besides, once this drama wraps up, Yun Chuxian will be so busy with work, we’ll hardly ever see each other again.

Tsk, you’re actually annoyed with me.

Mo Lai tugged Tang Wangyue’s wrist, pulling her forward. In this production crew, besides the director and the main actors, only a few respected senior members remained. She had to show them proper respect everyone else would address her as Director Mo with utmost deference.

Since A Yue liked Yun Chuxian, Mo Lai assumed it was a fondness for beautiful things, or perhaps the kind of admiration a fan might have.

Just a signature and a photo—they could seize this moment to walk over and snap a couple of pictures.

Tang Wangyue looked puzzled. What are you doing?

Your eyes have been glued to her! Don’t you like her? I’m taking you for a commemorative photo. I’ll print it out for you later.

Seeing that the incense offering was about to end and the crowd was dispersing, Mo Lai immediately pulled Tang Wangyue forward. Teacher Yun, may we take a photo with you?

Yun Chuxian’s gaze fell on their clasped hands—or rather, Mo Lai’s grip on Tang Wangyue’s wrist.

A faint smile curved her lips, yet despite the smile, it sent a chill down one’s spine.

Next, she put her arm around Tang Wangyue’s shoulder and casually steered her to the other side, separating their hands.

Come on, let’s take a group photo.

Mo Lai felt her hand was empty, a nagging sense that something was off, but as long as her goal was achieved, that was all that mattered.

After the photographer snapped a few shots, Yun Chuxian spoke again, her voice slightly cold. I’d like individual photos with Writer Tang and Director Mo.

That’s fine, Mo Lai agreed, thinking it was best to avoid having a third person in these photos.

But then Yun Chuxian wrapped her arm around Tang Wangyue’s waist, the wide sleeves of her Hanfu seeming to envelop Tang Wangyue entirely.

Despite Tang Wangyue being half a head taller, she looked almost petite and dependent beside Yun Chuxian.

Tang Wangyue’s heart fluttered slightly. The memory of their time in the RV flashed through her mind. Just like in the vehicle, she was enveloped by Yun Chuxian’s presence, her nostrils filled with the cool, refreshing scent of roses.

They were standing far too close.