The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 33 - Don't Try to Control Me

In the hospital ward.

Yu Zhaoning bowed respectfully to Cheng Letian, her earlier tension replaced by a humble demeanor. “Mr. Cheng, you’re here.”

Cheng Letian’s gaze was fixed on his granddaughter lying in the hospital bed. Before he could speak, a bald, middle-aged doctor hurried in, slightly out of breath. “Miss Cheng sustained a serious bite wound on her left calf, but it’s been sutured and she’s received the necessary injections. It doesn’t appear critical, and she’ll only need a month or two of rest.”

“Can she be transferred to another hospital?” Cheng Letian asked, his words carrying authority.

The doctor blinked, startled. “Huh?”

Cheng Letian’s brow furrowed slightly as he repeated himself. “I want to transfer her to another hospital.”

“Where to?” the doctor asked cautiously.

“Home.”

The doctor didn’t dare protest. He only nodded, ready to comply, when a cold, low voice cut through the air. “I don’t want to go home!”

Cheng Letian didn’t care about her opinion at all. He turned to Shen Si and said, “Ah Si, go with the doctor to handle the discharge paperwork.”

“Stop!” Cheng Muye’s eyes darkened, her tone fierce and unyielding. “Master Cheng, you have no right to interfere with my personal freedom. I must stay in the hospital!”

She refused even to say “Grandpa,” her bond with Cheng Letian painfully distant.

Cheng Letian’s frown deepened, his expression unreadable, as he glanced sternly at Shen Si.

Shen Si had no intention of upsetting Cheng Muye, so he obediently stood still. At that moment, her gaze fell on him, making his body shiver. He quickly bowed in greeting and then stepped toward the exit. Seeing him leave, the doctor followed suit.

Everything was progressing smoothly.

Shen Si felt quite pleased with himself. As he passed by Tang Anhe, he wasn’t surprised by her eavesdropping. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You think Cheng Muye is just a lowly bodyguard?”

Tang Anhe knew Cheng Muye was no ordinary bodyguard. She was exceptional—calm, composed, a woman who seemed unshaken by the world’s chaos.

Tang Anhe imagined she must have once been a leading figure in the bodyguard world, perhaps serving under a notorious boss, charging into danger amidst hailstorms of bullets. That wealth of experience, shaped by society’s dangers and trials, explained her unshakable composure.

Yet, Tang Anhe had never imagined the truth: Cheng Muye was the granddaughter of the wealthiest man, the daughter of the legendary Cheng family, one of Changqing City’s most formidable dynasties.

Covering her mouth in shock, Tang Anhe watched the heated confrontation unfold. Cheng Muye, who had never lost her temper in front of Tang Anhe, was now like a cornered cat. Her voice rose, slightly shrill with fury. “Don’t touch me! Get out of here!”

Before the bodyguards could intervene, she grabbed a nearby pillow and flung it at Cheng Letian. Her eyes blazed as she shouted, “My father wouldn’t dare challenge your authority. Do you think I’m him? Master Cheng, since my father passed away, I’ve been an orphan without parents. You have no right to dictate my life.”

The words hung in the air, and the room fell into an eerie, suffocating silence.

Cheng Letian’s face turned cold, and he couldn’t restrain himself, pointing a finger at her as he scolded, “I thought your mother came from a family of scholars, and that you’d grown up with her, inheriting some of that noble elegance. But what happened? You’re a complete scoundrel!”

“Isn’t that exactly what you wanted? Didn’t you wish I were a boy?” Cheng Muye shot back, her voice sharp.

“You—how dare you! Listen to yourself! How could our Cheng family raise such an unfilial descendant!”

“Then expel me from the family! Anyway, you’ve never truly considered me a member of the Cheng family!”

Her words carried years of bitterness.

He and Old Madam Cheng’s rigid, feudal ways had driven her mother to her death and destroyed her father. They had torn her happy family apart with their own hands.

And now, he thought he could use his status as an elder to ruin her life again?

Not a chance.

Rage surged through Cheng Muye, her eyes blazing with unwavering determination. “I’m staying in the hospital. If you dare force me out, you’ll regret what happens to these legs!”

As she spoke, everyone noticed her left calf bleeding from her struggles. Tang Anhe instinctively rushed forward, holding out her hands like a protective shield. “I’ll take care of Brother Cheng. Please respect her wishes and let her stay in the hospital.”

Her face flushed, her eyes wide with concern, but there was also a trace of timidity. After all, she had been pampered and protected her whole life so facing someone like Cheng Letian was daunting.

Cheng Letian’s gaze flicked to her, displeased, his brow furrowed. “Brother Cheng? She’s my granddaughter, the young lady of the Cheng family!” He turned back to Cheng Muye lying on the bed and barked, “Look at you! Neither male nor female—what a mess!”

Cheng Letian had long been dissatisfied with Cheng Muye. He hadn’t spoken out before because he simply didn’t care. But now, seeing her newfound value, he couldn’t ignore her any longer. A calculating gleam appeared in his eyes as he looked at his granddaughter, softening his tone. “Muye, you’re a sensible child. Don’t upset Grandpa.”

“I don’t have a grandfather,” Cheng Muye shot back mockingly, her voice unmoved. “Using your age or seniority to boss me around won’t work at all.”

A blatant slap in the face.

His face froze at her words, the tension in the room thickening. Yet Cheng Letian held his temper and turned to Tang Anhe, forcing a friendly smile. “Miss Tang, right? I heard you recently won the Best Actress award. You’re so young, and your future is limitless!”

Tang Anhe blushed at the unexpected praise and lowered her gaze, responding humbly, “Mr. Cheng, you’re too kind.”

Unexpectedly, the moment she finished, Cheng Letian’s tone shifted, blending praise with a hint of admonition. “A young and beautiful girl like you must be careful in choosing her companions. With the right friends, success is certain, but with the wrong ones, even a phoenix can tumble to the level of an ordinary chicken.”

Those words clearly carried a deeper meaning.

Tang Anhe, however, didn’t fully grasp it, nodding respectfully. “Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Cheng.”

Cheng Letian always spoke directly and deliberately. How could he have anticipated that Tang Anhe might sometimes act foolishly?

For instance, at that moment, Tang Anhe furrowed her brows and asked innocently, “But I really don’t understand what that means. How can a phoenix, once it has landed, be inferior to a chicken? Could it have changed because the air on the ground was bad? If it hadn’t changed, shouldn’t a phoenix still be able to fly again?”

Her expression was earnest, her tone serious, as if she truly didn’t grasp the meaning.

The bodyguards wanted to chuckle, but under Cheng Letian’s imposing presence, their faces flushed with restraint.

Cheng Letian’s brows knitted tightly, his face flushed with anger. He pointed at Tang Anhe, his gaze full of disdain. “They say people in the entertainment industry have low education levels and it’s true!”

Tang Anhe had no way to argue and simply lowered her head, pretending to take the lecture seriously.

Seeing her act as if she were fearless, Cheng Letian’s dislike for her grew even stronger. He had no time to waste here, so with a wave of his hand, the bodyguards stepped forward once more.

The lead bodyguard, Cheng Wu—a dark, burly man with a gruff, commanding voice—spoke up. “Miss Tang, please step aside. We need to escort you out.”

Tang Anhe hesitated but, intimidated by his imposing figure, extended her hand and took two cautious steps back. “Don’t act recklessly. Cheng Ge’s leg is still injured and shouldn’t be moved.”

Cheng Muye watched coldly, remaining silent the entire time.

Yu Zhaoning, observing from the side, grew impatient and leaned over, whispering, “Miss Tang, this is a Cheng family matter. It’s best if you don’t interfere.”

“Brother Cheng and I are like sisters, and her problem is—” Tang Anhe started but froze mid-sentence. Suddenly, someone from behind pulled her gently onto the bed, resting her chin on her shoulder in a surprisingly intimate gesture. Her heart skipped a beat, cheeks and ears burning red, and she quickly turned to look at her “Brother Cheng?”

Cheng Muye’s face was pale, sweat beading her forehead. “My leg hurts. Go get a doctor.”

Tang Anhe remembered the bleeding wound and hurriedly nodded, trotting out of the room.

As she left, Cheng Muye’s gaze shifted to the stern-faced elder before her. She had no interest in exchanging pleasantries—she wanted answers. “Tell me, what do you want me to do?”

She had always been candid within the Cheng family, and the bond with her grandparents had always been distant. Now, having been bitten by a dog and with Cheng Letian appearing in person, she didn’t believe his visit was without motive.

Cheng Letian’s intent, however, was subtle, almost unspoken. He merely glanced at Cheng Wu and said calmly, “Do it.”

Immediately, Cheng Muye found herself being lifted. Her long legs flailed wildly, her struggles making her look utterly ridiculous.

“Don’t touch me!”

“I don’t want to go back!”

“Cheng Letian, don’t try to control me!”

Cheng Muye’s roar had reached its limit. Ignoring the pain from her wounds, she lashed out, sinking her teeth into the arm of the bodyguard on her left. As he recoiled in shock, she swung her other fist at the one on her right. With a flurry of resistance, she freed herself from the men restraining her, then staggered upright, pointing and shouting, “I told you, I’m not going back!”

The moment she finished, her body could bear no more. With a heavy thud, she collapsed to her knees.

Blood poured from the wound on her left calf, soaking through her sky-blue hospital pants. The rich metallic scent of blood quickly filled the room.

Yu Zhaoning, unable to tolerate it any longer, stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Mr. Cheng, since Muye refuses to return, why not let her stay at my seaside villa? The air is fresh, the surroundings are beautiful, and it’s ideal for recovery. I’ll personally see to her care and ensure she regains her health as quickly as possible.”

Cheng Letian hesitated for a brief moment, then gave a nod of approval.

Cheng Muye had no objections. Her injuries were severe, and if the bodyguards pressed the issue, she couldn’t have resisted. Staying at Yu Zhaoning’s villa was far preferable to returning to the oppressive Cheng residence.

Seeing the nod, Yu Zhaoning swiftly helped her settle into a sitting position on the hospital bed. Her calf still bled, the vivid scarlet cutting through the pale hospital sheets.

Deep down, she understood why Cheng Muye had resisted leaving the hospital. It was for Tang Anhe. At the prestigious Cheng residence, Tang Anhe wouldn’t be allowed, and Muye would be denied the opportunity to see her.

“Muye, does it hurt?” She clenched her fists, her gaze fixed on the blood spreading across Cheng Muye’s leg.

“Yeah… a little,” Cheng Muye replied flatly, her tone carrying a trace of gloom.

Yu Zhaoning felt a pang of anguish, her eyes reddening. Unlike Tang Anhe, she wasn’t delicate in showing concern, though tears threatened to spill, she held them back. It hurts too, Muye, she murmured silently to herself, regaining her composure when she looked up again, calm as ever.

Tang Anhe had brought the bald doctor along, and Shen Si had come with her to handle the discharge procedures. Seeing the blood still flowing from Cheng Muye’s leg, Shen Si hurriedly pushed the doctor forward, his voice urgent. “Check it immediately! Is the wound open?”

The doctor focused intently as he approached, carefully unwrapping the white gauze to examine Cheng Muye’s leg.

The wound was badly red and swollen, likely aggravated by her earlier struggles, causing a severe secondary injury. Thankfully, the sutures held firm, so no new stitches were needed. He exhaled in relief, pressing a cotton ball against the bleeding area. “The wound isn’t in great shape. You need to avoid moving for the next few days.”

Damn! It hurts!

Cheng Muye gritted her teeth as the doctor rebandaged her leg. Though his movements were gentle, the pain was relentless, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Tang Anhe’s brows knitted with worry as she stepped forward, taking her hand with a mix of guilt and tenderness. “Don’t look, Brother Cheng. It’ll be over soon.”

Cheng Muye’s eyes welled with tears, the pain radiating from her leg to her nerves and up into her brain, each pulse unbearable.

Tang Anhe’s heart ached at seeing her like this. She pulled her close. Since Cheng Muye was sitting and she was standing, the embrace pressed intimately against her chest and abdomen, a closeness that was almost overwhelming.

“Brother Cheng—” She sensed something was off, a heat spreading through her as she contemplated pushing her away, but she didn’t. She held her tightly at the waist, her head resting against her chest. It was the kind of embrace that felt protective and warm, like a child nestled against a caring mother—clinging, comforting, and heartfelt.