The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 29 - I Must Have a Bunch of Fake Fans!

A short caption appeared beneath a selfie—her eyes rimmed red, as though she had just endured some great injustice. The sleepless nights had left her pale and haggard, her expression fragile enough to stir anyone’s sympathy.

But sympathy was a double-edged sword. It could soften hearts, yet just as easily ignite suspicion.

Soon, the fans began quarreling among themselves, while the haters seized the chance to let their imaginations run wild.

What a manipulative bitch! Already playing the victim card!

The Emperor of Acting and our Xiaoxiao are the real deal, you homewrecker! Go to hell, get out of the entertainment industry! Get out of the entertainment industry!

Playing the sympathy card won’t get you anywhere. Better show off your big boobs and act the seductress! Heh heh heh!

I see right through it. Tang Anhe truly lives up to her reputation as a “master actor.” Hats off to her!

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One comment after another arrived, all with hostile intent.

But this time the loyal fans came out swinging, their words fierce and unreserved:

Damn it, who hired these trolls to trash our sweetheart?

Goddamn it, we’ve always upheld our queen’s graceful, lady-like image. And now, just because we ignore you, you think you’re something special?

Always yabbering nonsense online. If you’ve got the guts, meet us at Changqing Mingzhu Plaza for a showdown. We’ll beat the crap out of you!

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Tang Anhe’s loyal fans declared all-out war, and the haters eagerly rose to meet the challenge. Their clash raged first across the internet, then spilled into the streets as real-life altercations and confrontations broke out among supporters.

The media, ever hungry for scandal, quickly caught wind of the chaos and began tailing the fans’ covert skirmishes.

As the situation escalated, word finally reached Song Qiluo. She could no longer stand by. The last thing Tang Anhe needed was to be branded with accusations like “the leading actress inciting fans to violence.” In haste, she rushed to intervene.

But the moment they stepped outside, the sight that met them was overwhelming. The street below the studio was already packed tight with crowds.

Loyal supporters held their banners high: Tang Anhe, we stand with you!

The haters shouted back, brandishing their own signs: Shameless homewrecker, get out of showbiz!

Security guards scrambled to keep order, but the frenzy only worsened. Soon, water bottles and hats went flying through the air, followed by rotten eggs.

The scene unraveled into chaos.

Tang Anhe followed Song Qiluo outside. The moment she saw the sea of people, her breath caught and her face drained of color. In all her years as an actress, she had never faced such a hostile crowd. Yet even with fear tightening in her chest, she clenched her fists, steadied herself, and stepped forward. Waiving her hands high, she called out, her voice firm despite the tremor in it.

“Everyone, please calm down! Let me say a few words.”

The loyal fans immediately hushed, hanging on her every word, but the haters only grew louder.

“Homewrecker, you owe Xiaoxiao an apology!”

“That’s right! Apologize publicly!”

“Admit it! Confess and apologize!”

The jeers rose into a deafening chorus, fraying tempers on both sides.

Tang Anhe frowned, lifting her hand again, her voice ringing out clear and steady. “Everyone, please. Listen. I’ll explain my relationship with the Emperor of Acting. First of all… I admit that I have a good relationship with the—”

Before she could finish, Song Qiluo caught her firmly by the shoulder, stepping in.

“Our Anhe has always admired the Emperor of Acting,” she said quickly, voice carrying over the noise. “Honestly, which female celebrity in the industry doesn’t? But admiration alone doesn’t mean anything more. Anhe has always been devoted to her craft and has hardly interacted with male celebrities at all. When it comes to romance, she’s practically a blank page. That night, she really was just going to fetch the script.”

“Lies! Lies!”

“Liar!”

“We don’t want excuses from her manager. We want Tang Anhe herself to speak! We want her explanation!”

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The crowd erupted again, voices rising like a wave of fury. Tang Anhe had no choice but to step forward. She bowed low, her expression grave, her voice steady with sincerity.

“I want to add something to what Manager Song just said. First of all, I truly admire and respect the Emperor of Acting. You might say I have feelings of admiration for him, but I have never once thought of disturbing him. To be honest, in my view of love, a girl should remain reserved…”

Her words carried a quiet weight, sincerity shining through. Gradually, the fans exchanged uncertain looks, and the shouting subsided into uneasy silence.

Taking in the hushed crowd, Tang Anhe straightened and pressed on. “Secondly, Night Rain is directed by the Emperor of Acting. Our relationship is nothing more than professional collaboration. I believe everyone here is an adult, so you should understand that romantic entanglements are taboo in the workplace.”

The fans stayed silent, but the sudden clicking of camera shutters broke through the stillness. Reporters who had slipped in unnoticed were now at the front, firing off questions with ruthless precision.

“It’s widely known you’ve been at odds with Gu Zixiao for a long time. Did you intentionally try to sabotage her relationship with the Emperor of Acting?”

“Exactly, how else did you get hold of his script and land the leading role? Can you guarantee you didn’t use other means?”

“Seduction, lust, temptation. Did you resort to underhanded tricks to win the part?”

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A flood of slander rained down on Tang Anhe like filthy water. She wanted to defend herself, but her mind felt heavy and dizzy from the accusations. All she could do was shake her head helplessly, her lips parting without a sound.

Tears threatened to spill when a sharp, commanding voice suddenly rang out, so loud it seemed to pierce her eardrums.

“Well said!”

It was her.

Cheng Muye.

Was she here just to make a fool of her?

Tang Anhe’s eyes widened in disbelief, but before she could react, chaos broke out around them.

“Snake! There’s a snake!”

“Run, hurry, a snake!”

“She’s holding a snake in her hand!”

The crowd of fans, mostly young girls, screamed in terror and scattered in every direction. Their faces drained of color at the sight of the emerald-green serpent coiled around Cheng Muye’s wrist.

Little Wood twined itself securely around her, its triangular head lifted high, red eyes glinting as its tongue flicked in and out.

Using the panic to her advantage, Cheng Muye strode unbothered through the commotion until she stood firmly at Tang Anhe’s side. Tang Anhe instinctively shrank back, her delicate face pale.

Heavens! She was terrified of snakes too.

But Cheng Muye wasn’t about to let her retreat. She slipped her left arm around Tang Anhe’s shoulders. Leaning close, her fingertip brushed against the trembling girl’s earlobe as she whispered with tender warmth, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Tang Anhe’s pallor flushed into pink, shame and fear mixing until her chest felt tight. She could only cry silently in her heart.

Brother, I’m afraid of snakes!

Completely unaware of Tang Anhe’s turmoil, Cheng Muye lifted her right hand. The little snake obediently coiled upward, resting proudly against her chest. With a graceful bow, she presented the gesture like a knight, elegant, and controlled.

The display only sent the fans stumbling back further.

Noticing their fear, Cheng Muye’s lips curved into a faintly mocking smile. She raised her head slowly, her sharp gaze cutting across the crowd until it locked onto a familiar reporter.

“This gentleman,” Her voice dripped with icy sarcasm. “Long time no see.”

The male reporter’s expression darkened, and without realizing it, he took a step back.

Cheng Muye didn’t spare him another glance. Instead, she turned toward the fans, her voice calm and steady. “Hello, everyone. I’m Miss Tang’s bodyguard. I’m sure you’ve seen me before.”

Of course they had. Just a few days ago, photos of her standing by Tang Anhe’s side had made the rounds online, sparking nicknames like the most handsome bodyguard and bodyguard god.

Naturally, the loyal fans erupted on cue:

“Brother bodyguard is so handsome!”

“Brother bodyguard is mighty!”

“Wow, a hero saving the damsel in distress. Banzai! Banzai!”

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Cheng Muye raised her hand in a casual wave. Instantly, the cheers cut off, silence falling as if someone had pressed a mute button.

So obedient. So perfectly in sync.

Tang Anhe stared blankly, her thoughts collapsing into chaos. A thousand wild horses seemed to thunder through her mind as she cried out inwardly.

I must have a bunch of fake fans!