The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 5 - Don’t Be Too Jealous of Me

When Cheng Muye went to wash her hands in the restroom, she overheard people in the stalls talking about her.

The conversation went like this:

Stall A: “I heard Sister Qiluo hired a bodyguard for Anhe.”

Stall B: “Yeah, and it’s a female bodyguard.”

“Then she must be a tough girl, heroic and striking. She must be really cool, right?”

“She’s definitely cool. Tall, handsome even. But she’s too much like a guy. Just look at her build, so solid. And the way she talks and acts is no different from a man.”

“Then wouldn’t it be hard for her to find a partner? Who likes tomboyish girls these days?”

“She’s attractive, so no doubt someone would be interested.”

“Anhe’s been thinking about love lately. Could she get desperate and set her sights on this bodyguard?”

“Stop talking nonsense! Hey, Zhang Ting, I didn’t realize it, but you’re actually into that kind of romance too, huh?”

What seemed like idle chatter in the restroom stalls held more meaning for the listeners than for the speakers.

Cheng Muye withdrew her damp hands, grabbed a few sheets of tissue, dried them off, and tossed them into the wastebasket. Her reflection in the sink’s mirror showed tightly furrowed brows, pressed-thin lips, and a taut, striking face.

Rumors spread fast. If these two got the idea, it would soon reach the whole studio.

She had to nip it in the bud.

Cheng Muye stepped out and leaned against the restroom doorway, pulling out her phone. When she heard the sound of the flush inside, she dialed a number and put on a coy, high-pitched voice: “Oh, darling, is that you? Coming to pick me up? Meeting tonight? Mm-hmm, okay, bye-bye, love you…”

Just as she finished speaking, two women, both of similar height, stepped out of the restroom.

Cheng Muye recognized the one in the red dress as Li Ru from HR, the same person who had guided her to Song Qiluo’s office when she first arrived. Based on their earlier restroom conversation, the other woman in the black A-line dress had to be Zhang Ting.

“Hello, hope I’m not disturbing you.”

She deliberately put on a shy expression, as if she’d been caught chatting on the phone, and gave a small, embarrassed smile. Then, she nodded slightly and started walking away.

She walked slowly enough to catch the murmured comments behind her.

“Is that the bodyguard they hired? Wow… so tall and handsome! If she were a guy, she’d drive everyone crazy!”

It was Zhang Ting’s voice, full of surprised admiration.

“Even a girl can be so captivating. Didn’t you hear her whispering to her boyfriend just now?”

“I wonder what kind of man could handle her.”

“Probably in bed. Haha, why are you curious about that?”

“I actually think she’s the dominant one, haha. Nowadays, women can overpower men too.”

“Zhang Ting, I need to stay away from you. You’re way too dirty-minded!”

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Cheng Muye had listened in on their entire conversation. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she returned to the lounge.

Tang Anhe had grown impatient waiting for her. The moment she appeared, a stream of complaints tumbled out: “I thought you fell into a hole or something! How can washing your hands take so long?”

Cheng Muye ignored the remark and asked instead, “Do you need anything?”

Tang Anhe nodded eagerly. “Hmm, let me play with your phone for a bit. I want to see what that gossiping dog-tailed weed said about me this time.”

“Yours?”

“I don’t have one. My sister won’t let me use it.”

“Why not?”

“I once replied to a few posts on Weibo. She saw it and nearly scolded me to death. Since then, my phone’s been confiscated.”

Tsk. She really was being treated like a child.

Cheng Muye felt a twinge of displeasure at how obediently she followed Qiluo’s rules. She handed her own phone to Tang Anhe. When Tang Anhe gratefully thanked her with a bright smile, Cheng Muye’s heart softened. She appreciated that Tang Anhe was well-behaved, but at the same time, she disliked how excessively obedient she was. Too much compliance made her seem dull and stripped of charm.

Perhaps a little intentional “re-education” was in order.

Tang Anhe scrolled through Weibo, and when she realized that Cheng Muye actually followed her account, joy lit up her face. She turned to Cheng Muye and asked, “Hey, bodyguard, so you’re a fan of mine too?”

“Sort of.”

“Besides me, do you like any other celebrities?”

“No, I don’t follow anyone else.”

“Really?”

“If you don’t believe me, you can check for yourself.”

“Okay.”

Tang Anhe gleefully climbed onto the single bed in the lounge, sitting on her hips as she scrolled through her Weibo. Her childlike energy shone through, and when she got excited, she twisted her waist and swayed her hips, radiating a pure, innocent charm.

Cheng Muye watched, her mouth dry and her palms itching uncontrollably. She thought it was that perfect curve, so rounded, so full, and how the cheongsam accentuated every contour so seductively, that left her utterly defenseless against her.

Cheng Muye swallowed hard and edged closer. She mirrored Tang Anhe by climbing onto the bed, draping an arm over her shoulders. Tang Anhe tensed for a moment, then relaxed with a smile and said, “I checked. I’m the only celebrity you follow, huh? Well, good. I’m satisfied.”

Since you’re satisfied, shouldn’t I get to be satisfied too? Cheng Muye thought, reaching toward the spot she had longed to touch.

“Ouch!” Tang Anhe yelped, springing up in pain, eyes wide with anger. “Cheng Muye, why do you always pinch me?”

It was the first time Tang Anhe had called her by name. Though the tone carried irritation, it sounded oddly sweet. Cheng Muye raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and steady.

Tang Anhe’s heart skipped a beat under that look, her anger slightly fading. Pouting, she asked, “Why are you staring at me? Why do you always act like this?”

Act like what? She hadn’t done anything.

Cheng Muye’s lips curved slightly as she replied coldly, “A mosquito? There was a mosquito just now.”

Tang Anhe’s gaze unconsciously lingered on her pretty, delicate lips, almost making her giddy. But the ache in her lower backside persisted, reigniting her anger. She pointed at her and shouted, “That’s nonsense! This is the seventeenth floor, dozens of meters up, no mosquito could possibly fly here. Stop lying! You pinch my hand, then my leg, you—you…”

Cheng Muye’s heart skipped a beat, worried Tang Anhe might see through her thoughts. Fortunately, her experience kept her composed. Her expression hardened, and her gaze became sharp and commanding. “What about me?”

Seeing her assertive demeanor, more imposing than her cousin or aunt, Tang Anhe dared not say more and muttered softly, “You… you’re clearly jealous because my figure is better than yours.”

Huh! What a peculiar way of thinking.

Cheng Muye immediately played along, lowering her gaze and speaking softly, “I’ve heard that many celebrities’ bodies in the entertainment industry are photoshopped or surgically enhanced. So seeing that your figure is nice, I couldn’t help but verify… see if it’s real.”

No woman dislikes receiving compliments, especially when they come sincerely from another woman.

Tang Anhe, enchanted by her sweet words, ignored the lingering pain and smiled. “I know my figure is good, but you can’t hurt me just because you’re jealous.”

Cheng Muye, noticing her letting it slide, replied indifferently, “Mm, noted.”

“Actually, you shouldn’t be too jealous either. You have a few parts that are really appealing too.”

“For example?”

“I like your lips, and… your long legs.”

Cheng Muye felt a wave of unexpected joy and couldn’t help but say, “You like my figure too? I have eight-pack abs.”

It’s rare for ordinary men to have eight-pack abs. Not to mention a woman.

“Abs?” Tang Anhe’s eyes sparkled with astonishment. “Really? Girls can have abs? I’ve only heard of six-packs, and even those are difficult to get through training.”

Cheng Muye nodded, her voice curling slightly at the tail. “Want to see?”

Tang Anhe nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Next time then.”

“Huh? Why?”

Seeing disappointment flicker in those eyes, Cheng Muye unconsciously added, “It’s a new place, I’m embarrassed to take off my clothes.”

Tang Anhe leaned in, her bright eyes gleaming with mischief. “Actually, you don’t need to take them off. Just a little feel.” Her whisper was playful, like a little kitten teasing a game.

Cheng Muye’s mind raced. If they weren’t in the lounge, she would have pinned her down, devoured her completely, savoring every bit.

“Can I? Hmmm??”

With her pitiful expression and soft, coaxing voice, Tang Anhe left Cheng Muye unable to refuse.

Cheng Muye removed her blazer, revealing the crisp white shirt underneath. She tugged lightly at the hem, lying on her side on the bed, watching Tang Anhe’s small white hand reach out.

“Your body is so cold and stiff,” Tang Anhe murmured.

It was an entirely new sensation. Curiosity sparked within her, mixed with a secret excitement.

Cheng Muye felt it too. Her eyes half-closed as the touch from those delicate hands sent shivers through her. Her body warmed, cheeks flushed, and her breathing grew heavier.

Tang Anhe was puzzled by Cheng Muye’s unusual reaction, but sensing it might be caused by her own hand, she instinctively tried to pull back.

“Don’t move!” Cheng Muye’s eyes snapped open, and that sudden, piercing gaze, like a flash of starlight, made Tang Anhe’s heart skip a beat and her cheeks flush.

“You—you…” Tang Anhe stammered, noticing the narrow almond-shaped eyes and the lazily elegant, slightly flushed face resting against the thin blanket, radiating a subtle, intoxicating charm.

Cheng Muye was just starting to enjoy the sensation of her touch and wasn’t about to end it immediately, so in a soft, teasing voice, she coaxed, “Count them, see if there are really eight.”

Tang Anhe obeyed, her small fingers tracing along the firm contours. Within seconds, she exclaimed in delight, “Wow, really eight!” But amidst her excitement, she frowned in curiosity. “What about your chest? Did the abs take over?”