The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 1 - A National Beauty, Alas Short-Legged

Your body makes me want to commit a crime.

One day, I swear, I’ll play with you so wildly you won’t be able to stop moaning!
——MY.C

Tang Anhe had received yet another threatening letter.

Was she frightened?

No.

Was she thrilled?

Yes! Absolutely, deliciously thrilled.

Tang Anhe practically bounced to the full-length mirror in the dressing room, eager to admire her dangerously stunning figure.

The emerald, green cheongsam clung to her in all the right places, tracing the curves of her flawless body, jade-white, slender legs, a waist so narrow it could be encircled by a fist, and two soft, proud mounds that made her silhouette irresistibly alluring. Every inch of her radiated a beauty that effortlessly outshone the foxtail flowers outside by ten streets.

So incredibly captivating.

After marveling at her figure, Tang Anhe turned her attention to her face. Delicate brows that could convey a thousand emotions, eyes shimmering with liquid warmth, a fair, elegant nose, and rosy lips that deepened into enchanting dimples whenever she smiled.

Unable to resist singing her own praises, she picked up the recently received threat letter and, with all the flair of a dramatic performance, began to recite it aloud:

“Ah! Tang Anhe, beautiful one, you were born with a primal sin!

Even that unknown stranger kneels before you~

Please grant a glimpse of your attention~

It would be the greatest redemption in the world…”

Knock knock.

A sharp rap on the door shattered her daydream. Tang Anhe quickly covered her mouth, slipped off her ten-centimeter heels, tossed them into the closet, straightened her posture, and sat with perfect poise. Naturally, she didn’t forget to slide the threatening letter into the drawer of her vanity table.

Her agent and older cousin, Song Qiluo, entered, glancing around the usually immaculate dressing room. Her gaze landed on Tang Anhe’s upright posture. Today’s vibrant green cheongsam hugged her curves, making her silhouette even more striking. Her upturned backside drew the eye, and then, following the line of the split skirt, Song Qiluo noticed her delicate white feet.

She was a beauty of the land, no doubt, but those legs were short.

Song Qiluo sighed inwardly, cleared her throat, and asked, “Anhe, I heard you got another package today.”

Even the smallest thing could not escape her notice.

Tang Anhe, pretending to be doing her nails, instantly turned her head. Her gaze was steady as she declared, “It’s a love letter, but I’m not handing it over.”

Song Qiluo could only freeze, momentarily at a loss for words. The moment Tang Anhe spoke, reality hit like a splash of cold water.

Song Qiluo: “…”

Of course, Tang Anhe had spoken casually, offhand.

Over the years, the little girl had grown up, and naturally, thoughts of dating had begun to stir. But in the dazzling chaos of the entertainment world, where could one even find sincerity? As her cousin and agent, Song Qiluo had been strict, perhaps too strict. And yet, the girl was now almost obsessed with romance. A few days ago, she had written herself a love letter and flaunted it, causing a commotion. And today, she was at it again.

Sigh. Truly, girls grow up far too fast.

Seeing the look of doubt on her cousin’s face, Tang Anhe knew she wasn’t convinced. She furrowed her delicate brows and declared, “Don’t think that just because you’re pretending not to care, I’ll fall for it. I’m telling you, no matter what, I’m not letting you see my love letter. I’m an adult now, no, I’ve long been an adult. I deserve my privacy, and I deserve my own love life.”

What a great play of imagination!

Song Qiluo almost felt like kneeling down in admiration.

She had no interest in dealing with a love letter confession. She had come solely to urge her to get ready. Having just won the Best Actress award for Crazy Motherhood, she was about to be interviewed by the journalists from Weekly Star Talk. And yet, as always, she couldn’t resist adding a touch of drama to herself, truly living up to the reputation of an actress.

“Alright! Hurry up, the journalists are waiting outside to interview you!” Song Qiluo lost her patience, grabbed Tang Anhe’s arm, and was about to drag her out.

Tang Anhe refused, shaking her hand, then spoke with a hint of concession, “Alright, this time, you’ve got guts. If you want to see, I’ll show you.” Without waiting for a response, she pulled the “love letter confession” from the drawer of her vanity table.

It was a plain white card, with no extra decorations.

Song Qiluo glanced at it, unwilling to actually take it. If Tang Anhe weren’t a film queen with her status as a top actress, she would have kicked her out ages ago. Wake up! Daydreaming in broad daylight. When will this ever end?

But Tang Anhe was a film queen. Intelligence might not always be her strong suit, but her acting skills were undeniable. She had entered the entertainment industry at age four, honed her craft for 18 years, and by 22, she had ascended to the throne of Best Actress. With accomplishments like that, Song Qiluo could tolerate a little occasional foolishness just a little longer.

Song Qiluo took the so-called love letter from Tang Anhe, trying to console her.

What a shock it was. Heavens! This wasn’t a confession at all. It was clearly a threat from some pervert.

“I’m still quite popular, Sister Qiluo, aren’t I?” Tang Anhe continued, blissfully unaware. “This person is truly sincere; they’ve confessed to me multiple times. I think it’s time to show some appreciation, so…”

Unaware, Tang Anhe continued babbling, still lost in her own daydreams. Suddenly, a furious shout cut through her thoughts: “Enough! Have you lost your mind? These are all insulting words. How could you possibly take them as a love confession? Has a pig gnawed on your brain? Can’t you see the malice seeping from every line?”

Tang Anhe froze, stunned by the scolding. With a dumbfounded expression, she asked, “Um… what? Really?”

Upon hearing this, Song Qi Luo’s face turned pale with anger: “How could there not be? Look for yourself!”

“I’ve seen it… isn’t it just praising my figure?”

“There’s more! What’s the next line?!”

“There’s… another line?” Tang Anhe blinked, utterly clueless.

Only then did Tang Anhe realize something was wrong. She snatched the letter back and examined it again, and this time, cold sweat drenched her. The words were far too blunt! Her pretty face flushed crimson, and she could barely form a coherent sentence, stammering, “Sister… Sister Qiluo… what’s… what’s happening? This… this… what’s going on?”

Song Qiluo frowned irritably, unable to hold back a low, sharp shout. “What’s going on? I should be asking you what’s going on!”

“I… I don’t know… maybe some fan’s prank?” Tang Anhe offered weakly.

“You call yourself my sister?” Song Qiluo’s worry over her younger cousin’s judgment sharpened her voice. “Can’t you be a little more careful? Saying things so recklessly. How could that be a normal fan? Half a month ago, the Ice and Snow Jade Maiden, Lin Xue, was kidnapped by a male fan. Have you forgotten that?”

Tang Anhe hadn’t forgotten the incident with Lin Xue, but it had been clarified later. She whispered defensively, “But didn’t it turn out she staged it herself to attract attention?”

“True or false isn’t always easy to tell,” Song Qiluo shot back sharply. “Have you seen her at all over the past half month?”

“So… that means it really was true?” Tang Anhe’s voice wavered.

“Watch your mouth. Don’t spread rumors. I’ll handle this.”

Song Qiluo took the letter from her hand and studied it carefully. Written in elegant, free-flowing strokes with a fountain pen, the handwriting suggested the owner was educated. And that was exactly what made it terrifying. Wasn’t her foolish little cousin really being targeted by a pervert?

Tang Anhe, oblivious to the weight of Song Qiluo’s worry, blinked her big, watery eyes and asked, “Sister… maybe we should call the police?”

“Call the police? What are you, some celebrity? Afraid you’re not famous enough?”

“Isn’t that exactly why you call the police when you’re in trouble?” Tang Anhe protested.

“So you’re saying it’s an honor to be noticed by a pervert?”

“No, no!” Tang Anhe shook her head frantically, desperate to avoid another scolding. She quickly changed the subject. “So… how are we going to deal with this? Have you thought of a solution?”

She had. Unfortunately, it was the simplest method.

Song Qiluo held the piece of paper and said slowly, “Anhe, don’t be afraid. I’m planning to hire a few bodyguards for you, just in case.”

At the mention of bodyguards, Tang Anhe immediately brightened, nodding eagerly. “That’s perfect! That’s perfect! So, sister, find me some handsome ones to protect me. I like tall and good-looking…”

As Song Qiluo listened, her expression darkened, and she couldn’t help but shout, “Don’t even think about it! Absolutely impossible!”

Indeed, it was impossible!

Song Qiluo certainly wouldn’t go as far as hiring male bodyguards.

Tang Anhe was in the throes of puberty, surrounded by a sea of hormonal boys. Who knew what could happen? She might even get pregnant. She couldn’t risk her falling into a whirlwind of emotions at such a young age. Besides, even if she wanted to, the elders at home would never agree. After all, hadn’t she been hired as Tang Anhe’s agent to supervise her and prevent her from going astray?

So, the one protecting Tang Anhe would have to be a female bodyguard.

Yes, a female bodyguard with a heroic and spirited demeanor.

The person was very tall, about 1.8 meters, with a well-built frame, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. The face was striking, with clear eyes, well-shaped eyebrows, and a high nose bridge. Yet what captured Tang Anhe’s attention most were the lips, thin and naturally rosy, slightly upturned at the corners, the perfect shape she adored, instantly making her heart flutter with the urge to kiss.

Yes, Tang Anhe was a lip enthusiast, especially drawn to handsome men with irresistible lips.

Moreover, this handsome man radiated an aloof, high-class aura. When the sharp, subtly piercing gaze fell on her, her heart raced, and her voice trembled: “Wow… such a handsome young man. What’s your name?”

The attractive person rarely smiled, lips slightly parted, voice calm and detached. “Cheng Muye, gender female, but you can call me gege.”

Thunderbolt!

The little guy had turned into a little girl, or no, a woman!

Tang Anhe’s worldview shattered, her eyes wide with disbelief. “How… how could this be?”

This figure, this face, this gaze, this presence, surely it should belong to a cool, aloof handsome guy!

Cheng Muye seemed to read her thoughts. Her thin lips curved slightly as she said slowly, “A real woman. Though born as a daughter, I have a man’s heart. I don’t mind you calling me ‘gege.’”

No! Not!

Her voice was clear and bright, so lovely that Tang Anhe couldn’t believe it. How could she be a woman?

Tang Anhe, refusing to give up, stared intently at her chest, forcing a pitiful smile. “Where’s your chest? What about your chest?”

Cheng Muye shook her head calmly, expression serene as a lake.

Tang Anhe, nearly in tears, asked, “There’s… none?”

“Hmm, nothing.”

“How could there not be? That’s not how it’s supposed to be! Girls all have it.”

“Honestly, there isn’t. Not on top, and not… down there either. Would you like to see?”