The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 42 - Tang Anhe, You’re Asking the Impossible

Cheng Muye, however, hadn’t set her sights on anyone. She had simply returned to Changyu Island and was enjoying the sea breeze.

The endless blue of sea and sky stretched before them, a gentle breeze ruffling the waves, casting a serene calm over Cheng Muye. She left her phone in the car, letting Lin Yue guide her wheelchair along the beach to unwind.

She recalled the excitement and thrill Tang Anhe had shown the last time she came here to film, especially when she saw Zheng Ye, and thought of her admiration and respect for him. A bitter feeling rose in her chest. In the end, she could never be the person Tang Anhe truly wanted.

Lin Yue, ever lively, bent down to collect pretty shells and smooth stones. She loved these small treasures, keeping the shells and offering the pebbles to Cheng Muye with a bright smile. “Brother Cheng, do you know how to skip stones?”

Cheng Muye shook her head. “Huh? What’s that?”

Lin Yue grinned. “It’s simple! Find a thin, flat stone with a slight curve, then throw it just right so it skips across the water, making little splashes. If you’re skilled, you can get it to bounce several times in a row.”

Perhaps Cheng Muye was feeling bored, because she picked up the pebbles and began tossing them. At first, it was just one or two, then three or four at a time, and before long, she even managed to send seven skipping across the water.

Lin Yue clapped excitedly. “Brother Cheng, that was amazing! Try again. How many splashes can you get in a row?”

Intrigued, Cheng Muye tried again, first scoring one or two skips, then three, four, and finally seven in a row.

Lin Yue, full of admiration, envy, and excitement, kept exclaiming, “Brother Cheng, you must be a natural at skipping stones! Come on, let’s try to break a Guinness World Record. I heard the highest number of skips is eighty-eight!”

“Guinness records are boring anyway,” Cheng Muye rolled her eyes, losing all interest in tossing stones.

“Come on, try again!” Lin Yue urged.

“Not interested.”

Cheng Muye refused curtly, but Lin Yue persisted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She placed the pebbles she had collected into her hand, pouting and batting her eyelashes. “Brother Cheng, please… just try one more time, okay?”

If Tang Anhe had been this delicate, she’d probably be completely helpless, right?

Cheng Muye’s thoughts wandered to Tang Anhe just as she happened to arrive. She tried calling, but no one answered, so she asked Song Qiluo to drive them over. Surprisingly, Song Qiluo didn’t object, and within minutes they arrived.

As Tang Anhe glanced out the car window, she noticed the commotion on the beach.

So there really is a little beauty!

She instructed Song Qiluo to stop, then hurried toward Cheng Muye. Wearing high heels on the soft sand proved disastrous, she slipped and fell flat on her face, a thoroughly humiliating moment.

“Brother Cheng… Cheng—” Tang Anhe groaned, lying sprawled on the sand, her voice tinged with grievance.

Cheng Muye heard it and looked up, her gaze sharpening. Instinctively, she started pushing the wheelchair herself. But recalling her earlier coldness, she slowed down even more, and a short stretch of road took her four or five minutes to cover.

Tang Anhe remained on the ground, and seeing her slow approach made her even more aggrieved. “Brother Cheng, it hurts! I fell!”

Cheng Muye’s heart softened at once. Ignoring the tears and plaintive look in her eyes, she reached out and helped her to her feet.

Her knee was scraped and red, though not bleeding, and the pale contrast of her skin made it stand out even more.

“Why are you walking so recklessly?” Cheng Muye asked, her tone softened but carrying a hint of reproach.

Tang Anhe sensed the concern in Cheng Muye’s tone and felt a faint sense of relief. Quietly, she defended herself, “I wasn’t paying attention to my steps. I was looking at you.”

Her eyes flicked toward Lin Yue, noting that she wasn’t as graceful or imposing—hardly someone to be feared.

Still, a small pang lingered in her chest. She pursed her lips and asked, “Brother Cheng, who is this young lady? Why isn’t Sister Yu taking care of you?”

Cheng Muye, ever inscrutable, found her question odd. She didn’t answer immediately but instead asked coldly, “Do you need anything from me?”

Tang Anhe hadn’t expected such a question and froze briefly. After a moment, she put on a self-righteous expression. “Of course I’m here to take care of you.” She strode forward, pushing Lin Yue aside with her shoulder and gripping the wheelchair handles.

Cheng Muye’s eyes flickered with a hint of understanding, yet she remained silent.

“Brother Cheng, let me push you over there to check your injury,” Tang Anhe suggested, pointing toward a quieter spot farther down the beach. Cheng Muye said nothing, allowing her to lead.

Lin Yue moved to follow but froze under a sharp glance, staying back. Cheng Muye, meanwhile, watched with curiosity, wondering about Tang Anhe’s intentions.

Tang Anhe didn’t have any real plan—she just noticed Lin Yue’s hostility.

Hmph. Daring to steal Brother Cheng’s attention? She must be asking for trouble.

Jealousy still burning in her heart, she pushed Cheng Muye quite a distance before stopping. She stepped in front of her, facing her directly, lifted her skirt to reveal her injured little leg, and pitifully said, “Brother Cheng, it hurts… blow on it for me.”

Cheng Muye leaned over, her gaze flicking to the bright red spot, eyes calm and unreadable. “Tang Anhe, do you realize what you’re doing?”

She had to speak to her frankly and directly. As someone interested in her, exposing her thigh was essentially a form of seduction.

“You already know my sexual orientation, don’t you?” she said, locking eyes with her. “You know what I want from you, right? Like a man, I want to hold you down, to love you fiercely.”

Every word grew more revealing. Tang Anhe’s face flushed, body and soul aflame. Her gaze, like electricity, swept over her from head to toe. She stepped back instinctively, yet propelled her wheelchair forward, eyes piercing, “And you? You knew all of this, yet you still came here? Did you tacitly accept my pursuit?”

Tang Anhe nodded, then shook her head, body quivering with heat, words stumbling: “I… I—”

She was too inexperienced, overwhelmed by such a raw, unrestrained confession, unsure how to respond.

Cheng Muye understood immediately and suddenly snapped, “Speak!”

Tears welled in Tang Anhe’s eyes. “I… I don’t know.”

“Naughty girl, that’s not the answer I wanted,” she sneered, reaching out and pulling her onto her lap.

Tang Anhe cried out, startled and flustered, trying to stand. But Cheng Muye held her firm, every ounce of her strength locking her in place.

“Cheng… Brother Cheng, your legs!” Tang Anhe exclaimed, panic threading her voice.

“Don’t move, and it won’t get hurt,” she replied coldly.

Tang Anhe didn’t dare move, her heart raced, face flushing, trembling from both fear and anticipation. “Brother Cheng, don’t… people are watching!” she stammered.

The beach was quiet but not deserted; a few tourists wandered nearby, their presence amplifying her anxiety.

Cheng Muye, aware of her celebrity status and the risk of scandal, casually removed her hat and placed it on her head. Then, with a teasing malice, she murmured against her ear, “Protect yourself. If someone photographs us… I won’t care.”

Tang Anhe, genuinely frightened, quickly tugged the brim down over her face, hiding herself.

Seeing her shy, wary reaction, Cheng Muye felt an unexpected rush of tenderness. She wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, pressing her face lightly to her back. “Tang Anhe, I was just teasing. Don’t be afraid,” she whispered.

Afraid? She couldn’t help it. Her grip was bold, intimate, and her fingers occasionally grazed the soft curve of her waist. The sensation was electric, sending her heart hammering in her chest.

“Cheng… Brother Cheng, please… let me go. This isn’t right,” she pleaded.

“Then what should I do?” Cheng Muye asked.

She tilted her head closer, lips brushing her earlobe, kissing and nipping gently. The tiny, tender flesh flushed crimson under her touch, igniting a heat she had never felt before.

She was unbearably sensitive, caught completely off guard by the intensity of the moment.

Cheng Muye felt Tang Anhe trembling in her arms, a mixture of fondness and sadness stirring within her. Her innocence, like a pristine sheet of paper, stirred thoughts she dared not act on. She was far too sentimental. Slowly, she loosened her hold, helped her steady herself, and whispered, “Anhe… go now.”

Suddenly, the passion that had burned so fiercely cooled.

The warmth and tenderness that had enveloped them vanished in an instant.

Tang Anhe looked up at her, confused and hesitant. “Brother Cheng… did I make you angry?”

“Hmm,” she replied curtly.

“I’m… sorry,” she murmured.

“Hmm,” she repeated.

“Brother Cheng… can we still be friends?”

She clenched her fists tightly, her voice low and tense. “…Yeah.”

Tears welled in Tang Anhe’s eyes, her nose twitching as they streamed down her cheeks. “Then… when I’m gone, will you find another woman? Like the one from just now?”

“She’s my assistant.”

“Is it an unspoken rule?”

“That’s none of your business anymore.”

Her sobs grew heavier, her voice trembling. “You’re a jerk! You only care about my body! You’re obsessed with lust… you can’t have any real feelings!”

Tang Anhe cried and screamed, wiping tears from her cheeks as she tried to get up. She was so lost in her sobs that she stumbled again, this time falling even harder. Her ankle throbbed, and sand filled her mouth. She lay on the ground, utterly frustrated, murmuring through her tears, “I always thought you were a good person. I have no siblings, and I thought of you as my brother… but you treat me like this. You’re a bad person!”

The moment she fell, Cheng Muye wheeled over and reached out. “Stop crying. Get up,” she urged.

Tang Anhe, still furious, slapped her hand away, glaring up at her with reddened eyes. “Leave me alone! You don’t even want to be my friend, so why are you still bothering me? Go take care of your assistant!”

Was she jealous?

Cheng Muye’s face tightened in helplessness. She extended her hand again, more insistently this time. “Get up first! It doesn’t look good lying there.”

Tang Anhe shook her head stubbornly, swatting her away and pouting. “Why do you care if I look good? I didn’t ask you to look!”

Her behavior was completely unreasonable, but Cheng Muye couldn’t ignore her. Seeing her pale face and the sand clinging to her, realizing how hard she had fallen, she felt a mix of anger and worry. “Don’t be stupid! Get up quickly so I can see where you hurt yourself,” she scolded.

Tang Anhe twisted her right ankle, the pain radiating sharply up her leg and tingling in her nerves. She winced, tears brimming in her eyes. “Brother Cheng… I twisted my ankle. It hurts, it hurts so much…”

Seeing that she wasn’t pretending, Cheng Muye’s brow furrowed. “Get up quickly, let me see,” she said, her tone sharp.

Tang Anhe shook her head, refusing to get up, her voice sweetly stubborn, “Then you have to be friends with me. Let’s keep being friends.”

Cheng Muye’s expression turned cold. “Tang Anhe, you’re asking the impossible.”

“I don’t care. I want to be friends with you. If not, I won’t get up.”

She was acting like a spoiled little brat.

Cheng Muye’s eyes narrowed, her gaze heavy and unreadable.