Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 111 EXTRA 11

Gu Qing had always been known for her aloof image—exceptional acting skills, a long list of works, multiple awards.

Most of her fans were career fans or “wife” fans.

After she started dating Qi Siyu, her fanbase gained a new group—CP shippers.

But in the rare interactions between her and Qi Siyu, it was always Qi Siyu taking the initiative.

This lack of “human warmth” became the main criticism her haters latched onto.

To boost her public favorability, both their managers agreed—Gu Qing needed to show a more down-to-earth side.

So, they suggested that she and Qi Siyu take part in a lighthearted reality show.

This show featured two couples living abroad together and running a small street food stall.

Coincidentally, Qi Siyu had also been thinking Gu Qing needed a break—working at high intensity for so long wasn’t healthy—so she persuaded her to join.

Gu Qing didn’t object. They cleared their schedules and went to film the program together.

Unlike Carefree Vacation, which looked relaxing on the surface but was exhausting in reality, Love’s Little Shop was exactly what it promised.

It wasn’t high-pressure, and they could promote Huaguo’s snack culture while enjoying some romance.

The first episode was set in a major city in Country X.

The production team rented a three-story building—first floor for the street-facing restaurant and kitchen, second and third floors as living quarters for the guests.

Qi Siyu and Gu Qing slept almost the entire trip. They only woke briefly during the car ride from the airport before dozing off again, and didn’t fully wake until they reached the location.

The other pair were two singers: Alpha Tang Lingxiao and Omega Niu Wenrui. The four of them were well acquainted—many of Gu Qing and Qi Siyu’s works had theme songs or inserts sung by this duo.

“So many flowers!” Niu Wenrui immediately lit up at the sight of the garden in the courtyard, flitting from plant to plant like a butterfly, sniffing and admiring them.

Tang Lingxiao, hand firmly clasped in hers, let herself be pulled along.

Qi Siyu looked from them to Gu Qing’s calm, expressionless face and chuckled.

“If you were as lively as Niu Wenrui, Meng Changyao and Weng Qiaoning would be overjoyed.”

“No,” Gu Qing said coolly, “they’d just think the world had gone mad.”

“Hahahahahaha—” Qi Siyu laughed until tears welled in her eyes.

“Since we’re here, let’s not waste the chance. Show everyone your down-to-earth side!”

Neither of them, however, had a clear idea of what “down-to-earth” was supposed to look like.

After all, Gu Qing had never exactly floated above the clouds in her daily life.

Gu Qing gave Qi Siyu a sidelong glance, then gently wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye—her movements tender and deliberate.

The director, who happened to witness this, lit up in excitement.

“I know exactly what you should do! Miss Gu, just show more of how you take care of Little Qi. If we capture your everyday moments, everyone will see how gentle and attentive you really are.”

Gu Qing’s fingers paused mid-motion.

If it wasn’t for these pesky cameras, she would have kissed away Qi Siyu’s tear instead.

“Alright, alright, then I’ll just be the delicate, helpless one for this show!” Qi Siyu laughed at her own joke.

Gu Qing hummed an acknowledgment. “Got it.”

They divided up the bedrooms—second floor for Tang Lingxiao and Niu Wenrui, third floor for Qi Siyu and Gu Qing.

The director handed them their scripts and told them to relax until filming began in earnest the next morning.

They agreed to meet at six for dinner and headed off with their luggage.

Between the two of them, Qi Siyu and Gu Qing had three suitcases. Aside from essentials, they’d packed half a case of snacks and half a case of games—prepared by Gu Xiaoling, who said they could give them to customers and play together.

“Playing games together counts as being down-to-earth!”—Gu Xiaoling’s logic.

They quickly unpacked and began exploring their floor.

Aside from the bedroom, there was also a media room.

Their own room wasn’t large, but the balcony it opened onto was spacious—lined with potted plants, with a swing set in the middle.

“A double swing! Gu Qing, come here, quick!” Qi Siyu called, patting the empty space beside her as she sat down with the script in hand.

Gu Qing first inspected the swing’s ceiling mount, then checked the railing and glass enclosure of the balcony.

Once she was sure it was safe, she sat down right beside Qi Siyu—so close their arms pressed together with no room to move.

And she did it with complete composure, no hint of embarrassment.

Qi Siyu was used to this kind of closeness—and liked it.

One arm went around Gu Qing’s waist, while the other held the script for them to read together.

“Tomorrow morning we’ll decide our menu with Tang Lingxiao and the others, then go shopping. In the afternoon we’ll learn snack-making from the chef, and hold the opening ceremony that evening. The stall opens the next day,” Qi Siyu summarized.

“We’ll do egg burgers and starchy sausages,” Gu Qing decided, choosing one simple and one moderately difficult option from the production team’s snack list.

Egg burgers would serve as the main food; the sausages were just for snacking.

“Perfect!” Qi Siyu readily agreed—she was hopeless in the kitchen and could only manage frying sausages.

“What fillings for the egg burgers?” she asked, already hungry.

“Pork, chicken, beef, and vegetarian—” Gu Qing began, but before she could finish, the swing started moving.

She turned to see Qi Siyu grinning mischievously.

“Hehehe, we’re already on a swing, might as well make it swing.”

Swinging on the balcony, with the ground far below visible through the glass, brought a rush of adrenaline.

Gu Qing let go of the rope with one hand, pulled Qi Siyu’s face to hers, and kissed her—fierce, as if she wanted to devour her whole.

The wine-and-chocolate scent of her pheromones followed, wrapping Qi Siyu in a heady, breathless cocoon.

Qi Siyu nearly lost herself in it, but quickly rallied and fought back, the wet sound of their kiss loud in the stillness.

When they finally parted, both were breathless—and even closer than before.

It dawned on Qi Siyu belatedly—Gu Qing must like heights.

Some themed hotels had swing beds… if they ever tried that, Gu Qing’s reaction would be interesting indeed.

After they showered, it was nearly time for dinner.

Tang Lingxiao and Niu Wenrui had arrived first, dressed in fresh clothes.

Qi Siyu caught Tang Lingxiao’s eye, and they exchanged knowing smiles.

“What snacks are you two picking?” Qi Siyu asked.

“Wedge-cut fries! Mine are amazing!” Niu Wenrui beamed. “And my sister will do fried skewers—they’re foolproof. You?”

“Egg burgers and starchy sausages. I can at least fry a sausage,” Qi Siyu said.

“All my favorites! I can eat three egg burgers in one go!” Niu Wenrui chattered happily.

She was a textbook extrovert—endlessly starting conversations, yet always respectful of boundaries, making the atmosphere light and pleasant.

They chatted so much that by the next day, when it came time to discuss the menu on camera, they had nothing new to say—just a dry repeat of yesterday’s answers.

“Hahahaha, should’ve saved some for today, now we’ve got nothing!” Niu Wenrui laughed. “Director, can we just go shopping instead of wasting time?”

The director sighed, regretting not sending more cameramen to follow them last night.

The crew drove them to a local wholesale food market.

“Your budget’s already loaded—buy what you need.”

Naturally, everything was in the local language.

“I know, I know! Miss Gu’s foreign language skills are top-notch!” Niu Wenrui grinned at her. “We’ll be counting on you!”

Gu Qing nodded formally. “We’ll help each other.”

“I’m not bad either,” Tang Lingxiao chimed in, plugging her new album. “Two of the songs in Mirror are in a foreign language.”

“Oh, I know that one,” Qi Siyu teased. “Didn’t you wear out two English tutors just to get the pronunciation right? Took you over three months to record those songs.”

Tang Lingxiao clutched her chest in mock injury. “Straight to the heart…”

Laughing and chatting, they entered the market.

Gu Qing handled bargaining and price comparisons with ease—but no matter how she worked, she never gave off the slightest “common folk” vibe.

Even if she were knee-deep in a rice paddy or harvesting corn, she still wouldn’t look like a farmer.

The more Qi Siyu watched, the more she decided—showing off their affection was the best way to make Gu Qing relatable.

Of course, she had her own private reasons for that, too.

But how to control the level, and how the footage would be edited—those needed careful thought.

“What are you smiling at? You look like a cat that just stole cream,” Gu Qing asked softly after paying, coming to stand beside her.

Qi Siyu flushed immediately—Gu Qing’s deadpan flirting always got to her.

She loved it, which was probably why Gu Qing never stopped.

“Your face is so red,” Niu Wenrui noticed before Qi Siyu could answer. “Are you feeling unwell from the climate change?”

“No! Just hot. Let’s go help the shopkeeper carry goods,” Qi Siyu blurted, flustered.

Niu Wenrui’s gaze flicked between them, noting their closeness—and suddenly, she understood.

Ah… shy. Got it.

Qi Siyu strode ahead, sometimes overtaking the shopkeeper, then stopping to wait.

Once inside the cold storage, the chill finally cooled her flushed cheeks, but her emotions were still unsettled. She threw herself into moving boxes like a diligent worker.

The villa had its own cold storage, so aside from fresh vegetables, they bought enough for half a month—plus drinks and mints.

On the ride back, Qi Siyu ended up pressed close to Gu Qing again.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Gu Qing murmured, draping an arm over her shoulder, fingers twirling her hair.

Dark strands wound around her pale fingers, the ends rubbed gently between her fingertips.

Qi Siyu swallowed hard—it felt less like her hair was being played with, and more like Gu Qing was teasing one of her sensitive spots.