The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 39 - Capturing Brother Cheng's Heart

In response to Yu Zhaoning’s tantrum-like outburst, Cheng Muye remained calm, her eyes steady and unshaken. She whispered, “So… you really did say something.”

So, it had all been a trick?

Yu Zhaoning burst into tears, covering her mouth as she choked out, “Yes… I did. I told her a lot of your secrets, even your despicable intentions.”

Despicable?

Cheng Muye looked at her, a flicker of understanding crossing her eyes. So, that’s how she saw her.

Her so-called love—viewed through the eyes of others—seemed despicable.

Song Qiluo probably thought the same, which was why she refused to let Tang Anhe get close. And Tang Anhe herself? She must have been disgusted by the idea that Cheng Muye’s affection had ulterior motives. That was why she ignored her calls and didn’t reply to her texts.

Suddenly, Cheng Muye’s gaze softened, tinged with both irony and sadness.

“Yu Zhaoning, my relationship doesn’t endanger anyone else’s interests, and it has nothing to do with you. You have no right to interfere.”

“If you think this is my fault, then we are simply incompatible and cannot work together.”

“I don’t need a friend who only brings me trouble.”

With that, she pulled out her phone and called her assistant, Lin Yue.

“Bring me some loose clothes—”

The words had barely left Cheng Muye’s mouth when her phone was snatched away and powered off.

Yu Zhaoning half-knelt before her, offering a gesture of both apology and humility. “Muye, I never meant to hurt you. It’s true I told Tang Anhe about your intentions, but I was trying to help. I don’t want you to get entangled with someone who can never reciprocate.”

Cheng Muye’s expression was cold. She reached for her phone and murmured, dripping with sarcasm, “Don’t act so self-righteous.”

Yu Zhaoning fell silent. She knew she was indeed being self-righteous. She understood Tang Anhe’s character better than anyone: gentle, sentimental, and easily swayed, someone who could be manipulated but also easily shaken.

For someone like Cheng Muye, with her family background and a same-sex relationship, the future was bound to be fraught with challenges. Tang Anhe wasn’t built to withstand such storms. Yu Zhaoning was well aware of these hidden dangers, but love had long blinded Cheng Muye, leaving her indifferent to them.

Even so, she could do nothing but offer repeated apologies. “I’m sorry, Muye. Please forgive me.”

Cheng Muye looked down at her, her gaze heavy and unreadable. She didn’t truly want Yu Zhaoning to be so contrite, but love had a way of making people humble, and she remained silent.

After a long moment, her heart softened. She reached out, helping Yu Zhaoning to her feet. “Zhaoning, help me find something to wear outside.”

Yu Zhaoning eagerly agreed, but as she stood, she swayed slightly, a hint of dizziness crossing her face.

“I’ve been a little anemic lately. Squatting too long probably cut off oxygen to my brain,” she explained with a smile once she steadied herself, her face a little pale.

Cheng Muye frowned, casting a glance at her pale complexion, and mockingly said, “Eat more fruits and vegetables every day, and you wouldn’t be anemic.”

Yu Zhaoning knew Cheng Muye was mocking her about her vegetarian diet. Bitter in her heart, she still smiled brightly. “I’ll pay more attention to a balanced diet from now on.”

“Not just a balanced diet. You should take better care of yourself too.”

Yu Zhaoning understood the deeper meaning behind her words and returned a smile. “Okay, I’ll remember that.”

Cheng Muye nodded and, without another word, asked her to fetch some clothes.

Yu Zhaoning quickly returned, carrying several skirts of different styles. “Your leg is injured, and it’s inconvenient to wear pants. A skirt would be easier.”

Cheng Muye frowned. “I haven’t worn a skirt since I became an adult. Find me something that’s looser.”

Yu Zhaoning shook her head. “Even looser clothes won’t fit. Look at how your legs are wrapped, they’re bulky. No pair of pants would fit comfortably, and even if they did, it wouldn’t look right. Are you sure you want to go out dressed so awkwardly?”

Her reasoning was solid. Cheng Muye frowned, considering it, but didn’t argue further. She spent a long while choosing a skirt before finally settling on a white pleated one, paired with a blue shirt and a windbreaker. The outfit was stylish and elegant. Her hair was a little short, and her chest a little flat, but otherwise, she looked like a striking woman.

Yu Zhaoning pushed Cheng Muye in front of the dressing mirror and praised, “Muye, this outfit suits you perfectly!”

Cheng Muye, however, looked at herself and remained unconvinced. She was accustomed to masculine clothing, and suddenly dressed in such a feminine outfit, she felt awkward. But with her leg injury, skirts were the only practical option. After a moment of thought, she came up with a solution. “Find me some sunglasses and a hat.”

It would help cover her up a little.

She sighed inwardly.

Hearing this, Yu Zhaoning could only comply, finding her a pair of sunglasses and a navy-blue foldable bucket hat.

Satisfied with her disguise, Cheng Muye pulled out her phone and called her assistant, Lin Yue, to come and drive her.

Yu Zhaoning, however, looked slightly displeased. “If I’m here, there’s no need for your assistant. I’ll drive you wherever you want to go.”

She was going to see Tang Anhe.

With Yu Zhaoning present, it inevitably felt like a third wheel. Perhaps Yu Zhaoning realized this and simply wanted to insert herself into the situation.

Cheng Muye frowned at Yu Zhaoning’s feigned concern and said coldly, “You have your own matters, and I have mine. Zhaoning, it’s fine for friends to be close, but don’t cross the line. Do you understand?”

How could she not understand?

This was clearly a case of “burning bridges”—a pointed way of showing that she was in the way and unwelcome.

Yu Zhaoning flushed with anger but knew she had no choice. Feeling rebuffed, she turned and left, retreating to her room to wash up before going to the dining room for breakfast.

Half an hour later, assistant Lin Yue arrived.

Spotting her, Cheng Muye pushed the bowl aside and wheeled herself forward to meet her.

“Muye!” Zhaoning called, springing to her feet, her voice rising urgently. But Cheng Muye ignored her, climbing into the car with Lin Yue’s help. Watching her rush away made Zhaoning’s chest tighten with pain. In a burst of frustration, she swept the dishes off the table.

The maid quietly knelt to gather the mess, gently reminding her, “Miss, please take care of your body.”

Body?

Thinking of her frail body and the dangers lurking within, she sank dejectedly into a chair and whispered, “He Qi… I’m really going to lose her.”

Lose her care, lose her protection, lose her affection.

He Qi, always the devoted protector, thought further ahead than she did. “Miss, your health matters most right now. If you’ve already decided, you should be hospitalized as soon as possible. I heard that early treatment—”

“Shut up!”

Yu Zhaoning cut her off with a cold dismissal, then rose and went back to her room. She changed into her taekwondo uniform before heading into the exercise room.

Facing the sandbag, she unleashed blow after blow, each one sharp and aggressive. But barely ten minutes in, sweat was already streaming down her face. Once, she could train for half an hour without breaking a sweat.

She was sick after all.

Her body was growing weaker.

Panting heavily, Yu Zhaoning tugged off her boxing gloves and slid down against the wall. Tears welled in her eyes, her nose stung, and despite trying to hold them back, they finally spilled down her cheeks.

Life was unpredictable. Some bore only worry, while others rejoiced.

Lin Yue was overjoyed, smiling as broadly as a two-hundred-jin girl. Of course, she wasn’t fat in the slightest—slender and willowy, the very picture of a literary young woman. Her loose linen dress with a round collar and wide skirt lent her a soft, feminine grace.

But that illusion never lasted. The moment she opened her mouth, it crumbled. A natural chatterbox, she had barely settled into the driver’s seat before launching into a nonstop stream of words.

“Wow, Brother Cheng looks amazing today, so stylish, so handsome, so striking!”

“But… could it be that Brother Cheng’s fallen in love? Why else would she dress up so femininely?”

“Which lucky boy has captured Brother Cheng’s heart?”

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Cheng Muye was irritated by her barrage of questions, but she didn’t lose her temper. She only frowned and shifted the topic. “How’s the company doing these days while I’ve been away?”

Although Lin Yue always updated her on urgent matters, she still wasn’t familiar with the day-to-day situation. But the tactful way she asked instantly lit up Lin Yue’s gossipy spirit.

“To be honest, Brother Cheng, everyone’s been missing you like crazy while you’ve been gone.”

“Manager Han from Finance has learned a new grappling move and keeps wanting to challenge you.”

“HR just recruited a new batch of bodyguards, and they’re all super energetic.”

“And with Qixi Festival coming up, the whole company’s waiting for your holiday gifts, Brother Cheng. Just saying, red envelopes won’t cut it this time!”

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Cheng Muye’s mouth twitched. What was all this nonsense? Didn’t she know she hated trivial chatter? She pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stay silent. This time, she said nothing at all, keeping quiet until they reached Ming Cuixuan Residential Complex.

Outside the community stretched a long avenue, lined with residents’ cars on both sides. She spotted it immediately—Song Qiluo’s car. A black limousine, parked right at the intersection, clearly not yet on its way out.

Lin Yue hit the brakes and glanced around curiously. Just as she was about to ask where they were, Cheng Muye lifted her index finger in a silencing gesture, then pulled out her phone to make a call.

Of course, she was calling Tang Anhe.

Anhe didn’t pick up the call. She was focused on persuading her aunt to return to the hospital.

But An Shanghua shook her head, firm in her refusal. “My chemotherapy has been going well these days. I can be discharged for a short while. Qiluo already spoke to the nurse last night. She’ll come today. Don’t worry.”

“The hospital has more professional—” Tang Anhe began, but Song Qiluo cut her off. “Enough. We’re meeting the Emperor of Acting today. Stop dragging it out with all these trivial matters.”

Helpless, Tang Anhe could only compromise for now. She returned to her room to fetch her phone and bag.

From outside the door, Song Qiluo called out, “Tang Anhe, hurry! You’re about to be late for your appointment.”

Hearing this, Tang Anhe shoved her phone straight into her bag without even glancing at the new message and hurried out. Song Qiluo was already downstairs, and she trotted after her. “Sister, let’s come back early tonight, okay? I’m worried about Aunt being home alone.”

“Alright, alright.”

The two went down in the elevator and headed directly for the chauffeured van.

Beside the van stood two women—one short, with a soft artistic look, the other tall, sharp, and striking. The taller one wore sunglasses and a navy-blue bucket hat, which hid her features. A white pleated skirt billowed lightly in the breeze, and from a distance, her figure was effortlessly elegant.

Tang Anhe glanced at her and felt an odd sense of familiarity, though she didn’t recognize her. Of course, she hadn’t really studied her face. Instead, her gaze paused on those long legs beneath the skirt, then drifted upward… only to stop at the chest. Flat. Completely flat. Such a tall, graceful frame—wasted.

A flicker of envy and regret passed through her, and she found herself wanting to look a little longer, when Song Qiluo’s voice snapped her out of it. Already in the driver’s seat, she shouted impatiently, “What are you staring at? Get in the car!”

“Oh—coming!” Tang Anhe answered, reluctant but obedient, and opened the car door.