The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 15 - I Know Your Heart Is Warm Beneath That Cold Face

The June sky stretched endless and blue, the sea breeze carrying a salty freshness. Against the backdrop of the waves and the open horizon, the scene unfolded like a painting. A romantic proposal by the shore.

This was the scenery Tang Anhe had long dreamed of.

But happiness came too quickly, and she couldn’t quite handle it.

Was this stranger here to play a joke? Did he think that just because he was rich, handsome, and tall, she couldn’t reject him? Did he really assume she was easy to flirt with?

Frowning, Tang Anhe stepped past him and peeked into the car. “Hey, is the real male lead inside? You should get out. We still have an ad to shoot.”

Ignored, Shen Si remained half-kneeling on the ground, enduring everyone’s curious stares. Not long after, he calmly stood and walked to the car, tapping on the window. “Zheng Ye, get out here. The leading lady is calling­­—”

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Muye seized him by the collar and dragged him away. Her movements were swift, filled with urgency. Shen Si made no attempt to resist. He simply fixed his gaze on her stern, striking face and let out a cheeky whistle.

Cheng Muye’s expression stayed cold as she forced her temper down. Only when they had put enough distance between themselves and the luxury car, far from prying ears, did she release him and give him a sharp kick. “Had your fun? Then get lost.”

The kick landed on Shen Si’s leg, but it caused him no pain. He only grinned with mischief. “Impressive, sis. I haven’t seen you in a few days, and you’ve grown even more manly. Seems those testosterone shots are really doing their job.”

Cheng Muye despised the frailty of a female body. At fourteen, when her figure first began to change, she secretly injected herself with male hormones. Her strong, masculine frame was the result, shaped by years of those injections. She had guarded this secret carefully—until Shen Si uncovered it.

Shen Si was the son her stepmother had brought into the family, four years younger, outwardly gentle and harmless. But when he stumbled upon her secret, he revealed it to others, and nearly paid with his life.

That was the beginning of the hatred between them.

Cheng Muye despised him, and upon hearing him expose her vulnerability, she didn’t hesitate to act. She was strong and skilled in legwork, and in no time had pinned Shen Si to the ground, unable to get up.

“Sis… it hurts, it hurts! Sis, you’re really… really cruel!” Shen Si curled up, clutching his chest, teeth gritted in pain, completely losing the princely composure he had before.

“Shut up! I don’t have a brother like you!” Cheng Muye turned away in disgust, unwilling to look at his pitiful state. Once she had steadied her breath, her eyes narrowed. “What do you want? Speak.”

Shen Si’s gaze darkened, but then a tremor of a smile touched his lips. “Sis… that wedding dress… it cost me six million.”

Money?

Cheng Muye shot him a look, brimming with sarcasm and disdain. “Fine, I’ll give you ten million—just so you stay the hell away from me.”

Shen Si let out a wry laugh the moment he heard her. “Sis, it’s just a loan. I borrowed it. I’ve got the IOU.”

Cheng Muye raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic smirk tugging at her lips. “Round it up, and you basically owe me a hundred million. And not a single penny has been paid back yet.”

“Then why don’t I offer you… myself instead?”

“Get the hell out! Disgusting!”

Her patience snapped, and with a muttered curse she turned to leave. Yet after a few steps, she paused, glancing back at Shen Si lying on the sand. His dark eyes, lit with a fleeting gleam of fascination, made her frown.

“Shen Si, don’t be stupid, and don’t ruin my plans!”

His act of weakness fell away, and he looked at her with a fool’s longing. “And what if I insist on ruining them?”

“Then—” Cheng Muye strode back, crouched beside him, and pulled him into a sitting position. She brushed the sand from his clothes with deliberate care, her touch deceptively gentle, her smile sharp with cruelty. Her voice was low, laced with threat. “If you ruin my plans, I will end your life.”

“You already ended it long ago,” he replied, his voice full of bitterness.

Cheng Muye stiffened, but only for a moment. Rising to her feet, she left him with two cold sentences. “Don’t even think about making a move on her. I know all your little tricks.”

Without the slightest mercy, she walked off. But before she could take more than a few steps, Song Qiluo appeared before her.

“What happened? Did you two fight?”

Cheng Muye had already prepared an excuse while dragging Shen Si away. With a faint smile, she said, “Sis, didn’t you mention that Anhe had been receiving threatening letters? I thought his behavior seemed odd, so I pulled him aside to ask about it.”

Song Qiluo had suspected as well that Shen Si might be some deranged fan, which was why she had followed them. Hearing Cheng Muye’s explanation, her doubt eased, and she asked, “So… was he?”

Cheng Muye shook her head. “He denied everything, even after I roughed him up a little. Let’s not dwell on it. Since he came with the Emperor of Acting, I may have overreacted.”

Song Qiluo gave it some thought, and when she found nothing strange, she nodded. “Very well, just confirm his identity with Zheng Ye later.”

The words had barely left her lips when Zheng Ye appeared behind them, his voice calm and clear. “You two have misjudged Mr. Shen. He’s my friend, and one of the investors in Lanxin Diamonds.”

Wait… did they just mess with the actual investor?

Song Qiluo’s gaze fell on Zheng Ye, dressed immaculately in a tailored black suit. The man, born of Chinese and British heritage, carried with him the cultivated refinement of a gentleman. Yet the warmth of his smile was as bright and approachable as sunlight. His lean, well-defined features blended Western allure with Eastern grace, and his eyes, vast and luminous as though holding both stars and sea, made him seem like a figure stepped straight from Greek mythology.

It was no wonder Tang Anhe adored him. The thought came to both Song Qiluo and Cheng Muye at the same time.

“Seems it was a misunderstanding. My apologies, Mr. Zheng,” Song Qiluo said politely.

“It’s my fault as well, Mr. Zheng. I’m sorry,” Cheng Muye added, bowing her head.

Zheng Ye only shook his head, stepping forward to help Shen Si to his feet before turning back with a gentle smile. “Since it was a mistake, then you’ll just have to make it up to Mr. Shen with a drink once the shoot is over.”

His tone was light and teasing, yet no one dared to treat it as a joke.

Cheng Muye shot Shen Si a glance and gave a small nod of assent. “Okay.”

“What do you mean, ‘okay’?”

Tang Anhe appeared, struggling beneath the weight of her elaborate wedding gown. Zhao Fenfang followed closely behind, lifting the heavy skirt, though the hem still dragged across the floor.

Cheng Muye frowned when she saw the beads of sweat glistening on Tang Anhe’s forehead, but she said nothing. In this sweltering heat, such thick clothing could easily make her overheat, and the thought unsettled her.

Song Qiluo, on the other hand, showed no such concern. Her eyes swept over Tang Anhe’s attire before she urged briskly, “It’s fine. Go and get ready, it’s almost time to film.” Then, turning to Zhao Fenfang, she added, “Touch up her makeup and fix her hair.”

Zhao Fenfang quickly replied, “Yes, Sister Song.”

“Tang Anhe, however, showed no intention of leaving. Her cheeks flushed pink as she reached out her hand, a shy, uncertain look in her eyes. ‘Zh–Zheng… Mr. Zheng, I’m Tang Anhe. It’s such an honor to work wi—’”

Before she could finish, Cheng Muye caught her by the arm and pulled her aside. “Just look at you. You’re sweating so much your makeup is ruined.”

“Ah?” Tang Anhe cried out in alarm, immediately covering her face with both hands. Abandoning her attempt to draw closer to the actor, she scurried toward the van in tiny, hurried steps. Her voice dropped to a panicked whisper. “Brother Cheng, is it really ruined? That’s impossible… the makeup is supposed to be waterproof.”

Cheng Muye, still simmering with irritation after dealing with Shen Si, felt her temper spike at the sight of Tang Anhe making a fool of herself in front of Zheng Ye. With a cold expression, she pointed at the girl’s delicate face. “Ruined here, and here as well. Your blush has turned you into a little spotted cat. It looks awful.”

“No! My image!” Tang Anhe wailed, throwing her head back dramatically before breaking into sobs. Still, a sliver of reason remained. She quickly turned to Zhao Fenfang and pleaded, “Sis Fenfang, is it really that bad? Why didn’t you warn me?”

Good heavens! If her makeup really had been ruined in front of the actor, she would not have had the courage to face the camera, let alone shoot the advertisement.

Zhao Fenfang couldn’t help but laugh at Tang Anhe’s look of utter despair. “Anhe, don’t you trust my makeup skills? Your makeup isn’t ruined, and you still look beautiful. Relax.”

Relief washed over Tang Anhe at once. She tried to smile, but before the expression could fully form, she froze, her brows drawing together in displeasure as she looked at Cheng Muye. “Brother Cheng, why did you scare me like that?”

Cheng Muye’s expression was cold. “No reason.”

“What do you mean by that? Did you actually enjoy scaring me?”

“Yes.”

“Brother Cheng, you’ve gone too far!”

In a sudden motion, Cheng Muye’s hands clamped down on her shoulders. Her gaze sharp, and her voice rose. “I can be even more extreme. Wanna find out?”

Tang Anhe pressed her lips together, her gaze falling on the hand gripping her shoulder. Her eyes turned faintly red as she whispered, “Brother Cheng, you always protect me no matter where we go. Even with that cold expression of yours, I know your heart is warm beneath it. I don’t have an older brother, so I’ve always treated you like one. I thought you truly cared for me, but you’re always bullying me instead. This morning you lashed out at me for no reason, and now you’re frightening me again, raising your voice at me like that.”

Her voice was soft and delicate, carrying just enough grievance to stir something uneasy in Cheng Muye’s chest.

She wasn’t wrong. Cheng Muye was always the one who bullied her. She wanted Tang Anhe’s eyes fixed solely on her; the moment anyone or anything else caught her attention, jealousy rose like a tide. Selfishly, she wanted to monopolize every bit of Tang Anhe’s gaze. It was all her fault, her own weakness, her own lack of restraint.

Slowly, Cheng Muye withdrew her hand and lowered her eyes. Her voice was cold, tinged with unyielding stubbornness. “So… what now?”