The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 16 - Finding Her Endlessly Adorable

Tang Anhe seemed unaware of the heaviness lingering in her voice. Instead, she spoke in a bright, almost playful tone. “So… are you going to tell me why you’re angry? What did I do to upset you?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course. If I did something wrong, I’ll change it. You’re my bodyguard, and I want us to get along.”

Cheng Muye had not expected such empathy from her. For a moment, she could not decide whether to feel irritated or moved. A wry smile tugged at her lips before she waved a hand dismissively, unwilling to explain further. Instead, she turned and motioned for Zhao Fenfang to fix her makeup.

Tang Anhe, watching those handsome features shadowed with melancholy, felt a pang in her chest—like biting into a sour green plum that left her heart aching, or like choking on food stuck in her throat, suffocating her with frustration and the urge to cry.

“If you won’t say it, fine—I don’t want to know either.” She turned her head, stormed onto the car, and slammed the door shut.

Zhao Fenfang stood frozen for a moment before muttering under her breath, “This girl’s temper is getting worse by the day.”

Cheng Muye said nothing, arms crossed as she leaned against the car door. She wasn’t exactly known for a gentle temper either; otherwise, she wouldn’t have lost control and nearly exposed herself when dealing with Shen Si’s antics. But even if she managed to keep it under wraps for a while, how long could she truly keep it a secret?

Tang Anhe heart was set on that young man. Would she ever be able to win that heart?

Perhaps she had been mistaken from the very beginning. Just as Yu Zhaoning once said, she should have simply gotten her drunk and indulged in a reckless, fleeting night. In this world, sincerity was the most perilous gamble—and she was never worthy of Tang Anhe’s genuine heart.

But humans were stubborn, greedy creatures; the harder something was to obtain, the more desperately one longed for it.

Tang Anhe’s innocence and goodness had long since become an addiction. She loved the way she sweetly called her “Brother Cheng,” loved her reliance and vulnerability, and even her clumsy moments seemed endlessly adorable.

She liked her— plain and simple.

Yet she didn’t realize that this kind of affection was a secret crush.

And secret crushes were the most torturous of all.

Tang Anhe, sitting in the car, puffed out her cheeks in frustration, determined to give Cheng Muye the cold shoulder.

Zhao Fenfang worked carefully, touching up her makeup, smoothing her hair, and finally placing the veil upon her head. Three meters of sheer tulle and lace cascaded around her, exquisite in its elegance. Yet even clothed in such beauty, Tang Anhe had no heart to admire it.

When she stepped out, veil fluttering and gown trailing behind her, her gaze immediately fell on Cheng Muye. Not far away, she stood with Liu Wei, the two of them speaking in low voices, sharing laughter, their atmosphere warm and easy.

A knot of emotions twisted in Tang Anhe’s chest, sharp and unnameable. Before she could think, she marched straight toward them, wedding dress sweeping along the ground. With a cold glance over her shoulder, she snapped, “Cheng Muye, what are you standing there for? Aren’t you going to help me carry this?”

Cheng Muye frowned at her words. Though her expression darkened with displeasure, she still did as she was told.

Only then did Tang Anhe feel a flicker of satisfaction. She lifted the heavy gown in her hands and made her way toward the shooting location.

On the long stretch of red carpet, Zheng Ye was already speaking with the photographer. The man behind the camera was young, not particularly tall, with delicate features that seemed only to emphasize Zheng Ye’s height and striking presence. Every movement the actor made carried a charm that drew the eye without effort.

Tang Anhe’s heart thudded like a drum, heat flooding her cheeks until they glowed crimson. She let out a careful breath, trying to steady herself. Stay calm. Stay calm. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

But the harder she tried to stay composed, the more flustered she became. Her steps faltered, made even trickier by the four-centimeter crystal heels she wore today. Though modest in height, they tested her balance, and she stumbled twice within the first few steps on the red carpet.

“This isn’t your wedding, Tang Anhe. Try to act sensible.”

Cheng Muye steadied her just in time, leaning close to her ear to whisper a warning.

Tang Anhe felt the brush of warm breath against her ear, and in an instant her face flushed crimson, heat surging all the way down her neck. She felt like she was about to faint! Her steps faltered, slowing more and more, and she clutched Cheng Muye’s arm, whispering, “Huff… Brother Cheng, I… I’m so nervous, I might pass out—”

Cheng Muye glanced at her flushed face, her ears scarlet with tension, and a faint trace of worry flickered in her chest. Still, her expression remained cold. She gave a mocking smile. “Then faint. Collapse right at Zheng Ye’s feet. I’ll just tell him, ‘Sir, you’re so impressive that even our actress bowed down at your suit pants.’”

Tang Anhe’s heart dropped. She shivered, shaking her head desperately. “No, no, that would be too humiliating!”

But Cheng Muye ignored her protest and continued to scare her, her voice deliberately sharp, mercilessly teasing. “And tomorrow’s headlines will be even juicier… ‘Actress collapses during ad shoot—secretly in love with the actor, faints from excitement!’ Or, ‘Shocking! The true reason for the actress’s sudden collapse is—‘”

“Stop it!” Tang Anhe burst out, eyes turning red as tears welled up. She stopped in her tracks, looking up at her pitifully. “Good brother don’t scare me. I’m already nervous, and the more you talk, the worse it gets…”

“Mm.” Cheng Muye’s reply was flat, her face still composed.

That calmness, that icy composure, only made Tang Anhe feel more stifled, as though her chest were caught in a tight grip. She pouted, unable to stop herself from asking, “Brother Cheng, aren’t you nervous?”

“No.”

“Why aren’t you nervous?”

“Why should I be?”

Tang Anhe was struck speechless for a moment. Then, with her lips pursed into a pout, she declared stubbornly, “You should be nervous! You’re my fan, and… well… I’m obviously your goddess. You’re walking down the aisle with your goddess, and on a wedding red carpet, no less! Isn’t that enough to make you nervous?”

For a heartbeat, Cheng Muye thought it did make sense.

She lowered her gaze. Bathed in sunlight, Tang Anhe truly looked like a fairy. The wedding gown cascaded around her in layers of white, and the sea breeze teased the veil so that it drifted like a cloud behind her. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, her bright eyes fixed solely on Cheng Muye and in that moment, Cheng Muye’s heartbeat lurched violently, her body trembling as though it could no longer obey her will.

If Tang Anhe were really her bride. Heavens, just the thought alone sent a rush of thrill through her veins.

Tang Anhe had no idea what storm of emotions Cheng Muye was feeling. nxiously, she whispered, “Ah, Brother Cheng, I’m so nervous. I’ve never stood so close to the actor before. It’s so excit—” Her voice suddenly rose, breathless with urgency. “Oh no, he’s looking at me, looking at me. Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, I’m about to faint! What should I do? Hurry, hold me—”

Cheng Muye’s racing pulse crashed into cold reality. She stared at the soft, pale hand gripping her arm, and for a fleeting instant, she wanted nothing more than to pull Tang Anhe into her embrace, to hold her close and let her feel the warmth burning in her chest.

I like you very much, Tang Anhe. So… could you stop thinking about anyone else?

Cheng Muye sighed inwardly, then gently freed her arm, her expression cool and detached. “It’s simple. Just tell yourself in your head: he’s nothing but trash, trash, trash. Keep repeating it for three minutes, and you’ll calm down.”

Tang Anhe didn’t actually repeat it, yet somehow her nerves settled. She blinked at Cheng Muye in disbelief. “Brother Cheng… saying something that vicious, how can you? Be honest. Are you jealous because the actor is more handsome than you?”

“And what if I am jealous?”

“Uh, Brother Cheng, one moment you’re jealous of my figure, the next moment you’re jealous that the actor is handsome. Your jealousy is really intense—” Tang Anhe stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Cheng Muye’s increasingly cold expression.

Startled, she hurried to correct herself, forcing a nervous laugh. “No, no, forget what I said. Anyway, you two are completely different types. Hehe… don’t worry, Brother Cheng, you’re definitely the most handsome lady here!”

Too bad you don’t even like ladies.

Cheng Muye sighed again, though this time her gaze softened, and she asked in a low voice, “Still nervous?”

Tang Anhe thought for a moment, then whispered, “Not really…”

“Mm, then let’s keep walking.”

Suddenly, Tang Anhe’s eyes lit up as if she had uncovered a great secret. “So, Brother Cheng, you were actually trying to calm my nerves just now?”

Cheng Muye’s expression faltered for a beat before hardening again, her voice frosty. “You’re imagining things. I wasn’t.”

As if!

Tang Anhe’s heart swelled with warmth, and she stole a quick glance at her, lips curling into a radiant smile. “Brother Cheng really is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.”

Cheng Muye: “…”

When she received no reply, Tang Anhe leaned over, nudging her shoulder with a playful grin. “So… does this mean we’re even now?”

“No.”

“Brother Cheng, you always say one thing but mean another.”

Cheng Muye lifted a hand to cover her face: “…”

Sometimes, she couldn’t help but marvel at Tang Anhe’s uncanny talent for jumping to conclusions.