Why Does the Seductive Film Queen Keep Flirting with Me? - Chapter 9

After the group photo, Tang Wangyue’s gaze unconsciously drifted toward Yun Chuxian.

Yun Chuxian smiled distantly, as if they were strangers, the photo merely a formality.

Mo Lai approached with a grin. Let’s go, A Yue. We should greet the director.

Since the director had requested to see Tang Wangyue, they couldn’t make him come looking for her.

Teacher Yun, we’ll head over now. You must be busy, Mo Lai said, then reached for Tang Wangyue’s wrist again.

Sensing a piercing gaze from behind, Tang Wangyue glanced back and caught Yun Chuxian’s eyes fixed on her wrist.

A sudden, inexplicable guilt washed over her, and she pulled her wrist away. It’s so hot.

Tch, Mo Lai rolled her eyes. Are you afraid Yun Chuxian will misunderstand our relationship?

Tang Wangyue remained silent, trailing behind her.

So you are, Mo Lai tilted her chin. A Yue, once we’ve achieved success—when I become a renowned director and you become a celebrated screenwriter—you two might have a chance. But without equal status, even if you got together, it wouldn’t last.

Having navigated the cutthroat world of fame and fortune, she understood the importance of status better than most. She had witnessed too many mismatched couples crumble into tragedy.

Tang Wangyue’s heart clenched. What are you talking about? I don’t think that way.

Alright, just consider me worrying for nothing.

Mo Lai knew her younger sister well. Tang Wangyue was a detached person, indifferent to most things. She could spend a month at home writing scripts without stepping outside.

If it weren’t for the family running out of food or Mo Lai and Aunt Tang dragging her out, she would happily remain a recluse.

Tang Wangyue appeared normal on the surface—chatty and cheerful when appropriate—but at her core, she cherished solitude, finding contentment and fulfillment within her own mental world.

At home, she might binge-watch dramas or catch up on girl group variety shows, but she never truly obsessed over anything. Even when following her favorite band, the Jägermeister Electric Wave Band, she never showed any fanaticism.

She loved their music and the spirit it conveyed, not the celebrity worship.

That’s why, when Mo Lai saw the way Tang Wangyue looked at Yun Chuxian, she knew something was amiss.

Tang Wangyue’s expression was complex, words hovering on her lips but never spoken. How had Mo Lai figured out she was infatuated with Yun Chuxian?

It’s not that bad, is it? she thought.

The two approached the director, who had just finished speaking with the media representatives.

Mo Lai, this must be Little Tang, said Sun Ran, the director, a woman in her forties.

The number of female directors in the industry is steadily increasing, and Sun Ran is one of the most outstanding among them. Her debut work became a massive hit, and every project she’s directed since has been at least a modest success, if not a blockbuster.

As a result, many people are eager to collaborate with her.

Director Sun Ran specializes in historical dramas and xianxia dramas—not the fluffy romance kind, but the kind where the protagonist’s mind is solely focused on achieving immortality. This approach delivered a major shock to audiences accustomed to the typical xianxia romance dramas. Is this what a heartless Daoist sect’s senior sister is like?

After watching the series, Tang Wangyue concluded that Director Sun Ran was one of the rare staunch supporters of female-lead dramas in the industry, resolutely sticking to directing only such projects.

Director Sun, it’s an honor to finally meet you, Tang Wangyue said with a soft chuckle.

Mo Lai raised an eyebrow in surprise. When did this girl learn to make small talk?

Tang Wangyue simply disliked socializing it didn’t mean she was incapable of it.

Sun Ran smiled. Little Tang, your work is excellent. I enjoyed it very much. I hope we can collaborate again in the future.

I’m also looking forward to continuing our collaboration, Director Sun.

Alright, you two get back to work. I have other matters to attend to. Sun Ran patted Tang Wangyue’s shoulder and turned to leave.

Mo Lai looked at her in astonishment. Does this mean Director Sun wants to work with you again?

A Yue, you’ve sold all the rights to your novels. Could she be looking to commission a screenplay from you? It’s possible. Why don’t you show the director your scripts?

Tang Wangyue’s novels had never struggled to sell. Ever since the adaptation of her first novel became a hit, the rights to her subsequent works had been highly sought after.

Currently on a break, the collaboration Director Sun mentioned seemed to align with Mo Lai’s suggestion a commissioned project.

Whether it would be a commissioned novel or a screenplay remained to be seen.

However, Tang Wangyue was seriously considering Mo Lai’s words. Her submitted scripts had all vanished without a trace. Film and television companies likely ignored unsolicited submissions.

In recent years, few original screenplays had gained traction most popular dramas were adaptations of novels.

Even if she submitted under a pseudonym, there was no guarantee her work would be noticed.

Published novels had already been market-tested, while the success of an original screenplay remained uncertain until filmed.

For aspiring screenwriters without connections, breaking into the industry was incredibly difficult.

Even scripts written by authors who had sold the rights to their novels weren’t always well-received.

Tang Wangyue wasn’t exactly lazy she simply disliked navigating social niceties. Yet stepping outside her home inevitably required engaging in such interactions.

Teacher Yun, look at me!

Teacher Yun, over here! Look this way!

The commotion drew Tang Wangyue’s attention.

She saw Yun Chuxian surrounded by admirers, like the moon goddess being revered by the stars. Her radiant light shone equally upon each person.

Status? Tang Wangyue suddenly recalled Mo Lai’s words.

It’s a harsh reality those of lower status shouldn’t fall for those of higher status. The higher-status person can withdraw unscathed at any moment, while the lower-status person will be crushed.

Unless their statuses are relatively equal.

Tang Wangyue’s annual salary didn’t even amount to a fraction of Yun Chuxian’s spare change.

Her expression grew complex as she murmured, You’re right. I need to work harder.

What do you mean I’m right? Mo Lai looked puzzled.

Submitting my script.

See? I told you! A script you don’t submit is as good as unwritten.

Tang Wangyue smiled silently. Some scripts were written as practice, not necessarily meant to be filmed.

Submit to Director Sun?

Let’s wait a bit. Tang Wangyue grinned. Or… I might just invest in it myself.

Over the years, she had accumulated some savings. She could find a low-budget script and test the waters.

After all, she was still young. Young people should have the vigor and ambition of youth.

Mo Lai raised an eyebrow. It had been a long time since she’d seen that aggressive spark in Tang Wangyue’s eyes—not since the last time she’d decided to audition for drama school.

Alright, I’ll be your director.

Mo Lai smiled, glancing at Yun Chuxian standing nearby. Could A Yue’s sudden burst of motivation be because of her?

Yun Chuxian happened to look over, her gaze meeting Mo Lai’s. She lifted her chin slightly, offered a brief smile, and casually let her eyes drift over Tang Wangyue.

They’re standing too close.

Then she turned to her assistant and spoke a few words. Moments later, Bai Yu approached the pair.

Director Mo, Teacher Yun has something she wants to discuss with you.

Mo Lai ?

She wasn’t in charge of the production crew’s logistics. If Yun Chuxian had any requests, she could simply address them to the director. What use was there in involving her?

Tang Wangyue also looked puzzled as Yun Chuxian strode over.

Ignoring Tang Wangyue completely, as if they were strangers, Yun Chuxian addressed Mo Lai directly Director Mo, let’s talk.

With that, Yun Chuxian turned and left.

Mo Lai, unable to refuse, called out to Yue Qing, Yue Qing, please take Teacher Tang to the hotel.

Yes, Director Mo.

Mo Lai gave Tang Wangyue a meaningful look before hurrying after Yun Chuxian.

Tang Wangyue watched Yun Chuxian’s aloof figure retreat, as if all the tenderness she had perceived had been nothing more than her own illusion.

Yun Chuxian, who had been walking away, suddenly stopped. Seeing that Tang Wangyue had already left with Yue Qing, a distant smile appeared on her face. Director Mo, there’s one more thing. A car will be arriving tomorrow. I’d appreciate it if you could arrange for its arrival.

Is that all? Mo Lai was speechless. Did a major star really need to personally request such a trivial matter? She had been bracing herself for something significant, already planning to stall and consult the director first.

Yet she smiled and replied, Of course. I’ll handle it personally.

Meanwhile, Yun Chuxian’s peripheral vision remained fixed on Tang Wangyue’s retreating figure until she disappeared around the corner.