Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 43

Gu Qing didn’t know where Qi Siyu lived, so she decided to take her back to her own place.

Eight years ago, the housing market in Jiang City wasn’t nearly as hot as it is now. But Gu Qing already had some savings, and since she often filmed in the area, she figured it would be better to have a small place of her own. So she took out a loan and bought a modest 60-square-meter apartment.

She used to stay there quite often in the beginning. But once her career took off, she spent most of her time living in hotels arranged by production teams. Meanwhile, real estate prices soared, and the value of that little apartment had multiplied five or six times over. From an investment perspective, it was a goldmine.

The reason Gu Qing happened to be in Jiang City now was because she had a layover here before flying to Country H the next morning. Gao Li had arranged for an old classmate—now a specialist—to squeeze in a facial consultation to help plan her recovery from the disfigurement.

There were plenty of places she could have chosen for a layover. Yet somehow, she had picked Jiang City. And it just so happened that here, tonight, she ran into a very drunk Qi Siyu.

Gu Qing couldn’t help but wonder—was this fate’s doing?

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“She reeks… and she’s heavy as hell. Gu Qing, with a CEO like Qi Siyu, there must be dozens of people throwing themselves at her. Why are we the ones picking her up?”

Gu Xiaoling complained as she and the driver struggled to get Qi Siyu into the car.

As a female Beta, Gu Xiaoling couldn’t detect the increasingly potent pheromones radiating off Qi Siyu—only the overwhelming stench of alcohol.

Gu Qing looked at Qi Siyu. Her usually radiant and smiling face was now tightly furrowed in pain, her forehead beaded with sweat, and her breathing rapid and erratic.

Her skin was flushed an unnatural red, and every breath carried a burning heat—her whole body radiating like fire.

It was somewhat like what had happened two nights ago, but also clearly different.

The biggest difference was that this time, Qi Siyu wasn’t throwing herself at her. She was… restrained.

Even while believing it was all a dream, she still held herself back.

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Qi Siyu’s head was spinning, her stomach turning. The nausea from the car ride helped her realize this wasn’t some hazy fantasy—this was real. She had truly run into Gu Qing on a street in Jiang City, at night, in this ridiculous state.

Feeling so pathetic in front of Gu Qing made her squirm inside. But then she reminded herself: Gu Qing doesn’t care about me anyway. Whether I’m disheveled or poised, it makes no difference to her.

With that thought, Qi Siyu relaxed and slumped back into the seat, trying her best to fight the dizziness, the heat, and the discomfort from the alcohol.

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Who knew how long had passed—maybe not long at all. Qi Siyu had lost all sense of time, too overwhelmed by nausea.

Eventually, the car stopped.

Gu Xiaoling and the driver came to help her out.

“I—I’m fine. I can walk myself,” Qi Siyu mumbled, swaying unsteadily but managing to stay upright.

And then she bolted straight for the trash bins downstairs.

She squinted hard to make sure she was aiming for the non-recyclables, then leaned over and vomited violently.

Gu Xiaoling wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, Gu-jie, see? Alphas—never any good. If it’s not smoking, it’s drinking themselves stupid.”

Gu Qing could only sigh. Xiaoling had always been sharp-tongued, black-and-white in her judgments. She gently patted the younger girl’s hand.

“Go upstairs first. Make a warm cup of honey water and find the hangover meds.”

“Fine…” Xiaoling pouted, glancing back several times as she reluctantly went upstairs.

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“How are you feeling?” Gu Qing wheeled over beside her.

“Terrible,” Qi Siyu groaned, her face contorted. She honestly couldn’t understand how those novels managed to make post-drugged, drunken hook-ups sound so romantic. Right now, her body was burning up, but her head was splitting apart!

“G-Go away,” she muttered, still retching, now dry-heaving. “It smell bad…”

“Mm. Let’s go inside.” Gu Qing’s expression barely shifted. She herself could only smell a rich, sweet lemon-candy scent.

That overpowering citrus sweetness completely blocked out other odors—it didn’t cling to Gu Qing, nor let any other scent invade her space.

Qi Siyu only started walking again after Gu Qing had gone a fair distance ahead.

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But elevators are small. No matter how she tried to shrink into a corner, the distance between them was still less than two meters.

Feeling awkward, Qi Siyu leaned into the corner, hand over her forehead. But soon, the weightlessness of the ride made her nausea worse, leaving no room for further thought.

The elevator stopped on the 17th floor.

“Let’s go,” Gu Qing said.

“…Okay.”

Qi Siyu’s steps were shaky. As soon as she exited, she squatted down again.

“Give me a second…”

“Alright.” Gu Qing nodded.

She looked like a stray puppy, pitiful and hunched on the floor. Gu Qing’s gaze drifted past her to the window outside, but before long, her eyes returned to Qi Siyu.

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Gu Xiaoling, getting impatient, had rushed out to find them. But when she saw the scene before her, she slowed to a stop.

Why does it feel like Gu-jie’s looking at her so gently?

She rubbed her eyes hard. But by the time her hands came down, Gu Qing had already returned to her usual calm, looking straight at her.

“Ahem—Gu-jie, I was wondering why you two weren’t back yet. Thought maybe something happened, so I came to check. You’re already at the door—why not come in?” Xiaoling rambled, trying to cover her awkwardness.

“We’re coming now.” Gu Qing turned to Qi Siyu. “Can you walk?”

“I can!”

Qi Siyu sprang up, only to stumble right into the wall. Xiaoling hurried over to steady her.

“I’m fine.” Qi Siyu brushed her off. “Let’s go.”

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After much stumbling, Qi Siyu finally made it to Gu Qing’s apartment and sat on the couch.

The place was tiny—just two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, and bathroom. But it felt… cozy. Not at all like what Qi Siyu expected from Gu Qing.

She looked down at the pink-yellow patchwork floral couch cover beneath her. Then up at the cloud-shaped coffee table, which held a little vase with a few small daisies.

The wallpaper behind the TV was a soft pinkish-purple, decorated with clouds, stars, and moons. On the wall behind her hung embroidered chibi-style animals, and even the clock was shaped like a giraffe.

And there—a whole photo wall of Gu Qing’s drama stills.

The original novel had never revealed much about Gu Qing’s private life. Qi Siyu had always assumed her home would be as cold as her personality—at the very least, all grayscale minimalist.

This aesthetic was probably Gu Xiaoling’s doing, but it must’ve had Gu Qing’s approval.

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“Once you’ve recovered, rinse your mouth, drink the honey water, and take the hangover medicine,” Gu Qing instructed.

Qi Siyu turned back toward the cloud-shaped table. There was an open pack of wet wipes, a glass of plain water, a glass of honey water, a strip of hangover tablets—even a trash bin with mouthwash prepared.

Gu Xiaoling’s skills as a personal assistant were impeccable—thoughtful and meticulous.

“…Thank you,” Qi Siyu murmured, nodding to both Gu Qing and Xiaoling.

The meds would take time to kick in, but the honey water brought instant relief to her stomach, and her mind felt a bit clearer—though the heat coursing through her only intensified.

“How come you’re here?” she asked, wiping her face with a cool wet wipe that helped ease the burning.

“We’re on a layover. Heading to Country H to have Gu-jie’s face evaluated,” Gu Xiaoling replied, her tone immediately flaring with anger.

Her Gu-jie, born stunning—beauty unmatched across time—now had half her face ruined. Who knew if it could even be restored?

Qi Siyu froze. Oh no. She hadn’t yet found the right moment to tell Gu Qing about the face restoration pill—and now they were already on their way to Country H?

She immediately sat up straighter, restless. I have to tell her tonight. If I don’t, this whole trip to Country H will be a total waste of suffering.

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“Xiaoling, go wash up and rest. We’ve got an early morning.” Gu Qing could see something was off with Qi Siyu, so she gently dismissed Xiaoling.

“For breakfast, I want shrimp wontons.”

“Got it!” Gu Xiaoling shot one last glare at Qi Siyu before turning to leave. “Goodnight, Gu-jie~”

After she left, Qi Siyu made no move to speak. Gu Qing broke the silence.

“Get some rest. I’ll go make up the bedroom.”

Once Gu Qing was gone, the living room was quiet again, with only Qi Siyu left.

The small apartment didn’t have great soundproofing. Qi Siyu could hear the cupboard doors opening and closing in the bedroom.

She wanted to think, but the more she tried, the more miserable she felt. Her mind was like mush—completely incapable of coherent thought.

Fine. I’ll just think it through tomorrow morning.

Qi Siyu gave herself a mental pass. Worst case, she will fly to Country H with Gu Qing—more time to think on the plane.

After Gu Qing changed the bedsheets, she came out and saw Qi Siyu still sweating profusely, dazed and out of it. So, she headed to wash up first.

When she came out of the bathroom, Qi Siyu had shifted positions—now lying facedown on the couch, her long legs dangling off the edge in a rather uncomfortable posture.

“Think you can shower?” Gu Qing asked.

“Ah, yeah!” Qi Siyu scrambled upright, stumbling a bit as she made her way toward the bathroom, the heat muddling her thoughts.

Gu Qing followed a few steps behind. As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, she saw Qi Siyu had already turned on the shower and was now soaking wet from a blast of hot water.

“Ah! Ah! That’s hot!” Qi Siyu yelped, hopping under the scalding stream.

Gu Qing pressed her fingers to her forehead in frustration, hurried over, and turned off the water. She grabbed the detachable showerhead and directed it into the drain as she adjusted the temperature.

“Undress first, then shower.”

Even Alphas in heat know to take their clothes off before bathing—how did she get dumber when drunk?

“Oh, right.” Qi Siyu quickly started stripping, eager to correct her mistake.

Water splashed continuously from the showerhead, steam quickly fogging up the small bathroom. When Gu Qing turned back after adjusting the temperature, she saw Qi Siyu’s shirt already on the floor, and the woman was bent over, working on her pants.

Even Gu Qing, usually calm and unflappable, felt a moment of awkwardness seeing that pale, rosy-tinged skin.

Her mind flashed to that night—not the drunken haze of it, but the vivid memory of those pink-tipped breasts pressed against her back like brushstrokes painting fire. Qi Siyu’s body was stunning—slim waist, faintly defined abs, sharply visible hip lines. Her legs were long, smooth, toned—

Realizing where her thoughts had drifted, Gu Qing abruptly turned away.

“Don’t touch the controls. Just shower like this. Let me know when you’re done.”

She left the bathroom quickly.

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Outside, she stood by the bathroom door, listening to the sound of running water. Gradually, her heartbeat calmed.

Appreciating beauty is human nature, she reminded herself. But you can’t let it cloud your judgment. No indulgent thoughts.

After a mental reset, Gu Qing returned to her calm, composed self.

She rummaged through the wardrobe and found some disposable undergarments but couldn’t locate any unworn clothes. Eventually, she settled on a loose-fitting nightgown. Qi Siyu was only about ten centimeters taller than her, but a good thirty pounds heavier—it might be a little snug.

Gu Qing walked to the bathroom door with the nightgown in hand. But after ten minutes, the water was still running. She called softly:

“Qi Siyu?”

No answer.

Gu Qing hesitated for a few seconds, then opened the door and stepped inside.

Qi Siyu was covered in suds but wasn’t even standing—she was slumped on the toilet lid, head tilted, half-asleep.

Gu Qing pressed her lips together, picked up the showerhead, and gently rinsed her off from a distance.

The warm water snapped Qi Siyu to attention. Her foggy mind cleared a little.

Her eyes flicked around—and the moment she realized her situation, she instinctively covered her chest.

“I—I can do it myself.”

She didn’t dare look up. Her gaze fixed on the ground—specifically, Gu Qing’s feet in slippers.

They were cute—fluffy rabbit slippers—and the feet inside were small, elegant, and smooth, with a pearly sheen. Her toes looked like soft flower petals, the nails a healthy pink. As water droplets splashed down, they shimmered like silver blossoms blooming across creamy skin.

So beautiful, Qi Siyu swallowed hard.

Then immediately chastised herself for being so creepy, forcing her eyes away.

But Gu Qing didn’t budge.

She didn’t comment. They were both women—there was nothing so scandalous about the body. It wasn’t worth being squeamish over.

She stepped closer, gave Qi Siyu a light pat on the shoulder.

“Stand up. Turn around.”

Hearing Gu Qing’s cold, commanding tone, Qi Siyu didn’t dare disobey. She stood, arms crossed over her chest, shoulders hunched, and turned her back.

The hunch in her posture made her shoulder blades stand out in sharp relief. Her back was slender, the wing-like contours of her scapulae as sculpted as an artist’s masterpiece.

The water flowed down her smooth, porcelain-white back, carrying the foam along with it. When it reached her curves—round and perfectly lifted—it hesitated, momentarily dammed up by the soft slope before continuing downward.

Gu Qing’s eyes flicked away quickly from that shapely, distracting sight.

“You’re done. Dry off,” she said, turning off the shower.

Some water had splashed onto her legs, so she picked up a towel and stepped out to dry off.

Qi Siyu let out a long breath, cheeks flushed bright red—not just from the heat, but from embarrassment.

Still, she couldn’t help but think—her body’s not bad, right?

She gave herself a quick once-over.

Did Gu Qing think so too…?

No! No! What does it matter what Gu Qing thinks?!

She scolded herself mentally while drying off.

When she finished, her eyes fell on the nightgown Gu Qing had left.

Simple design—pure white, spaghetti straps, very loose-fitting.

Qi Siyu lifted it to her nose and sniffed. It only smelled like laundry detergent… which left her feeling just a little bit disappointed.

Her perfume was still in her system’s inventory. She hadn’t used it yet.

After a moment’s hesitation, she pulled it out and gave the gown a light spritz.

It’s totally normal for Gu Qing’s clothes to carry a hint of chocolate and red wine, right?

She felt a bit guilty, hurriedly stashed the perfume back in the inventory, and slipped on the gown.

It was a little short—barely reached mid-thigh. On her, it looked like an adult squeezed into a kid’s pajama set.

She rubbed her temples. Maybe it was the hangover medicine, but she felt drowsy now. The heat wasn’t nearly as unbearable.

The medication dulled her senses—enough that she didn’t notice her forehead starting to bead with sweat again.

Slowly, she made her way to Gu Qing’s bedroom and gently shut the door behind her.

“Goodnight,” Qi Siyu said softly as she tiptoed to the other side of the bed and lay down.

Gu Qing had been watching her since she entered. The nightgown really was too short—when she walked, it rode up high enough to nearly reveal the tops of her thighs.

But it’s just for one night, Gu Qing thought. She turned off the lights, letting the room fall into darkness.

Still, she couldn’t sleep.

The lemon-candy sweetness of Qi Siyu’s pheromones had clung to her since the moment they met—and now, it only grew stronger as the other woman drifted into slumber, filling the room without restraint.

Eventually, Gu Qing sat up and pulled open the drawer in her nightstand, taking out an Alpha pheromone suppressant.

Clutching the injector in her hand, she finally felt a little more at ease.