Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 44

Gu Qing didn’t sleep particularly well that night, but at least the incident she had feared—being pounced on and gnawed awake by Qi Siyu like the night before—didn’t happen.

The Alpha suppressant she had been holding onto was left unused.

Qi Siyu, however, didn’t fare as well.

Perhaps the sobering medicine had been too effective, but by the middle of the night, all traces of drunkenness were gone. What remained was a burning fire inside her, scorching her nerves and clouding her mind.

Qi Siyu would, of course, never do anything to Gu Qing. Now that her gland repair treatment had concluded, she was ready to give up temporary marking altogether. From now on, she’d earn her lottery chances with hand-holding alone.

There was no way she’d disturb Gu Qing just to satisfy her own urges.

So, when the heat became unbearable, she simply took a cold shower. When the heat returned, she got up and took another one. Again and again.

It wasn’t very effective. The cold only helped briefly, and rest was elusive.

As dawn broke, Qi Siyu quietly got out of bed, planning to go find a clinic or pharmacy for some medication.

She looked down at her camisole, trying to recall where her clothes were. Then she went to the bathroom—and found her shirt and trousers still sprawled on the floor like two limp rags.

Ugh—how was she supposed to leave like this?

Carefully and silently, Qi Siyu washed her clothes, doing her best not to make a sound.

But when she tried using the dryer, it suddenly made a loud noise, scaring her into immediately yanking the plug.

Left with no choice, she hung them up to air-dry.

But what could she wear in the meantime?

She tiptoed back into the bedroom and opened Gu Qing’s wardrobe. Grabbing two pieces of clothing at random, she snuck out again.

Once changed, Qi Siyu couldn’t help but gasp—now she was wearing a crop top and capri pants.

Maybe it was because her parents were the health-conscious type, but Qi Siyu had always believed belly buttons needed to be kept warm and covered.

So, she went back to borrow a jacket from Gu Qing. Since it was too tight to wear properly, she tied it around her waist like an apron. That finally felt somewhat decent.

Gu Qing had been awakened several times during the night—every cold shower Qi Siyu took had roused her.
Now that Qi Siyu was up again, pacing in and out, Gu Qing naturally woke too. But she kept her eyes closed and silently listened to Qi Siyu bustling around.

Once she felt well-rested, Gu Qing got out of bed and opened the bedroom door—only to see Qi Siyu standing there with a jacket tied like an apron around her waist.

Qi Siyu was standing sideways, so Gu Qing could see both her exposed abdomen and the bare sliver of back revealed where the sleeves failed to cover.

What kind of fashion statement was this?

No—it was just clothes that didn’t fit.

Their eyes met. Gu Qing’s smoky gray eyes were still a little hazy from sleep, but her surprise was evident.

Qi Siyu felt a surge of embarrassment. She instinctively straightened her clothes. “My clothes are still wet, so I borrowed yours. I just wanted to go out and grab some medicine.”

“Check the wardrobe again. See if there’s anything that fits. I’ll get ready and take you to the clinic,” Gu Qing replied calmly.

Her composed demeanor instantly soothed Qi Siyu’s shame. In moments like this, she truly appreciated Gu Qing’s temperament.

Qi Siyu almost wanted to crawl into the wardrobe. Even after Gu Qing had finished getting ready, she still hadn’t found anything that fit well.

Most of the tops were quite snug—clearly Gu Qing preferred a sleek, tailored look. There were no oversized pieces to speak of.

“What about borrowing something from Xiaoling? She likes wearing baggy clothes,” Gu Qing suggested.

“No, no, no. Let’s just make a quick trip and come back. No one’s on the streets this early. My clothes will be dry soon anyway.” Qi Siyu had never worn anyone else’s clothes—well, except Gu Qing’s.

She’d touched pretty much every inch of Gu Qing already. Wearing her clothes felt natural. But anyone else’s? Just the thought made her shiver. No way.

Later, when reflecting on her behavior, Qi Siyu came up with a fitting explanation: She was simply being a faithful wife.

Gu Qing couldn’t quite understand Qi Siyu’s logic—but she respected it.

Outside, Gu Qing got into her wheelchair. She could tell Qi Siyu was in a hurry—so much so that once they exited the building, the wheels nearly sparked from speed.

Gu Qing calmly gave directions. Luckily, the clinic was nearby, or she might have gotten motion sick.

“Zhenxing Clinic. It’s open 24 hours,” she said.

Qi Siyu glanced at the massive signboard and twitched the corners of her lips. Well, that’s a bold name.

As soon as they stepped in, they saw an elderly doctor practicing Baduanjin exercises.

Elderly folks rise early and sleep lightly—it made sense she was on the early shift.

“Good morning, Granny Zhang. Could you help take a look at her?” Gu Qing’s usual cool demeanor softened slightly, becoming more respectful in front of the elderly doctor.

“Sure thing. Where do you feel unwell?” Granny Zhang stopped the background music, sat behind her desk, and gestured. “Sit down and give me your wrist. I’ll check your pulse first.”

Qi Siyu obediently sat and extended her wrist. “Feeling overheated. I drank a bit last night.”

“Hmm… a mix of hot and cold signs. Took a lot of cold showers, didn’t you?” Granny Zhang felt her pulse for a while. “This isn’t just alcohol.”

She ordered a quick blood test—a finger prick that would yield results in ten minutes.

“This heat is most likely due to a combination of medication and alcohol. Traces suggest minor usage over two or three days. If not for the alcohol, it wouldn’t have flared up like this. I’ll prescribe something; drink it for three doses and it should clear up,” she said as she scribbled on a pad. “But if you want to know exactly what it was, you’ll need a gland biopsy at a larger hospital. I don’t have the facilities here.”

“Thank you, Granny Zhang,” Qi Siyu said politely.

“Do you want it as a powdered infusion or raw herbs to cook?”

“Powdered, please.” Qi Siyu answered instantly. She couldn’t brew medicine and wouldn’t dream of troubling Gu Qing.

“Alright,” Granny Zhang packed the medicine into a bag and added instructions. “Drink more chrysanthemum tea to cool the fire. Bottling it all up isn’t good for your health.”

“You young people these days—when it’s time to do something, just do it. Don’t be shy if you’re already dating.”

Realizing what Granny Zhang was implying, Qi Siyu’s face turned crimson. “Oh—no, no! You misunderstand—we’re just friends.”

“Hmph, can’t keep up with you youngsters. Your pheromones are already mingled to this degree—must’ve temporarily marked each other dozens of times, and you’re still calling it friendship?” Granny Zhang shook her head. “Back in my day, we had to be engaged before we could even hold hands!”

“It’s because of my glands,” Gu Qing offered an explanation when she saw Qi Siyu nearly sweating from panic.

“Hmm? But you look rosy and strong—your glands seem just fine. Come here, let me check your pulse.” Granny Zhang motioned to Gu Qing.

Since she was already here, and had originally intended to seek Granny Zhang’s advice anyway, Gu Qing extended her wrist onto the cushion.

Granny Zhang took her pulse for a few minutes, then narrowed her eyes at her. “You little rascal, there’s nothing wrong with you at all. You’re perfectly fine! Don’t make me go scold your grandmother in the afterlife. I know you celebrities like to keep your romances hush-hush, but don’t joke about your health. I’m just an old woman, I won’t spill your secrets. If your grandma knew you had a partner, she would be smiling down from heaven.”

“Mm…” Gu Qing looked genuinely startled. “Granny Zhang, I wouldn’t dare lie to you. You and Grandma were always closest to me—I will never fool you. I have the full diagnosis and test reports. I’ll show you the digital copies now.”

Granny Zhang put on her glasses and carefully reviewed the reports on Gu Qing’s phone.

Qi Siyu grew a little anxious. The gland repair treatment had just ended, and she hadn’t yet gotten Gu Qing tested because she’d been too focused on recovering from her own public humiliation.

What if Gu Qing starts getting suspicious? After all, she was the most likely person involved.

And indeed, Gu Qing was suspicious—but not in the way Qi Siyu feared.

She was beginning to wonder about the powder Qi Siyu had been giving her to drink every day. It was the only consistent factor.

Gao Li was still obsessively researching that mysterious formula—becoming more and more amazed the deeper she dug.

So, Gu Qing believed that if her glands had truly returned to normal, it must have been thanks to the powder Qi Siyu had secretly been giving her.

Because of this key detail, all the scenarios Qi Siyu had imagined—Gu Qing probing her, questioning her—never happened.

Gu Qing’s attitude was: since Qi Siyu had gone to such lengths to secretly help her, there was no need to expose it. Whatever Qi Siyu was planning, she would eventually reveal her intentions on her own.

Granny Zhang set the phone down on the table, stared at Qi Siyu for a moment, then removed her glasses and raised her hands in reverence to the heavens. “If this report is accurate, then you’ve had a stroke of immense fortune recently,” she said solemnly. “Your grandmother must really be watching over you from above.”

Then she looked at Qi Siyu again. “You too—if you want more precise information, you’ll need to get thoroughly examined at a major hospital. Take your medicine and go on. I’m heading to the temple to have a word with your grandma.”

She wiped the corner of her eye and waved them off.

In Granny Zhang’s view, with pheromones so deeply entangled and Gu Qing’s gland status in excellent condition, it could only mean that the Alpha’s pheromones were an exceptionally high match for her—likely nearing 100%. Only such compatibility could nourish the glands so effectively.

In the ABO world, highly matched Alpha-Omega pairs often developed feelings for each other quite naturally.

Clearly, Granny Zhang was holding firm to her own beliefs, now planning to “report back” to Gu Qing’s late grandmother. Gu Qing opened her mouth, wanting to clarify, but ultimately said nothing.

Even though their divorce was only two months away, Qi Siyu was, at this moment, her legal wife.

Qi Siyu was eager to get home and take her medicine, practically sending sparks flying from the wheelchair wheels as she pushed Gu Qing along.

She couldn’t make the elevator move faster, so she distracted herself by asking Gu Qing, “That Granny Zhang… is she someone who watched you grow up?”

“Mhm. She and my grandmother were very close—best friends who lived together for years. After my grandma passed away, Granny Zhang moved in with her daughter. I only reconnected with her after I bought this place. She’s highly respected here and mentors a few apprentices. Her medical skills are solid.”

The implication was clear: Granny Zhang’s diagnosis could be trusted.

“Mhm, mhm.” Just then, the elevator arrived and the doors opened. Qi Siyu nodded and briskly pushed Gu Qing out.

If she hadn’t dumped so many packets of powder into one dose, she might’ve just swallowed it dry.

It was too hot. Scorchingly hot.

The cold shower she’d taken before leaving had completely lost its effect.

“The cup’s right here,” Gu Qing handed Qi Siyu a glass from the kitchen. “The kettle is—”

Before she could finish, Qi Siyu had already filled the cup with tap water and dumped in all nine packets of powder.

A strong herbal scent wafted through the room.

Without hesitation, Qi Siyu threw her head back and gulped it all down. After a few seconds, she clutched her throat, gagging. “Ugh—it’s so gross!”

“It’s Chinese medicine,” Gu Qing reminded her, glancing at the massive mug—at least 400 milliliters, easily.

“Next time—next time I’m definitely not using that much water.” Qi Siyu’s entire face scrunched up in misery, and tears glistened in the corners of her eyes.

“How do you feel now?” Gu Qing asked.

Qi Siyu let out a yawn. “Sleepy. Really sleepy.”

“Then go catch up on some rest. Xiaoling and I have a 10 a.m. flight. We’ll leave by 7:30. When you wake up and head out, just switch off the power and lock the door behind you,” Gu Qing said, laying out the plan clearly.

The next second, Qi Siyu pulled out her phone. “What flight are you on? I’ll come too. We can get a check-up together in H Country. That way we’ll have both international and domestic comparisons.”

Her brain whirred quickly to come up with this excuse—a chance to experience a foreign hospital sounded like a good enough reason to tag along with Gu Qing.

“Oh? Weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip?” Gu Qing said mildly.

Qi Siyu scratched her head and wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Well, I’m the boss. My health is more important, right?”

Gu Qing didn’t challenge her. She simply replied, “Mm.”

Qi Siyu looked down at her phone. Only one flight landed in the capital of H Country at 10:30 a.m. “Ah—your 10 a.m. flight’s fully booked. I’ll check the later ones.”

“Wow, H Country’s really that popular? There’s only a 5 p.m. flight left… Alright, I’ll take that one.” She quickly booked a first-class ticket and then glanced at Gu Qing sheepishly.

“Alright, let’s go together then,” Gu Qing said casually. “I’m going to nap for a bit.”

As soon as Qi Siyu lay down, her mind began racing—trying to figure out how to explain the disfigured-to-restored-face medicine to Gu Qing and get her to accept such a frightening treatment.

Before long, it was already 7 a.m. Gu Qing got up and had breakfast in the living room.

Qi Siyu, head pounding, stumbled out, wanting to send Gu Qing to the airport.

“Go back to bed,” Gu Qing said, glancing over at her. The dark circles under Qi Siyu’s eyes were even worse than before.

That utterly flat tone sent a chill down Qi Siyu’s spine. She froze for a second, then obediently turned and slunk back to bed.

A while later, she finally let out a sigh of relief. If Gu Qing hadn’t become a celebrity, she would definitely make an excellent professor—her students would be terrified into absolute obedience.

This time, with Gu Qing’s “order” plus her own exhaustion, Qi Siyu quickly drifted off into sleep.

She was jolted awake by the sound of thunder.

Pulling aside a corner of the curtain, she saw rain pelting against the windowpane. The sky outside was pitch black, lightning occasionally illuminating the dark clouds.

She squinted at her phone. It was 1 p.m.

The forecast showed heavy rain continuing for the next few hours. Qi Siyu grew anxious. Would the weather delay her flight?

She closed the weather app and noticed several missed calls in her notification bar—all from her assistant.

What now?

Suddenly, she remembered—the partnership meeting with the company under Gu Qing’s biological parents was scheduled for today.

More precisely—this morning.

Oh no… Qi Siyu opened WeChat in a panic.

Seeing the assistant’s messages, she finally relaxed. The other company’s CEO had fallen ill last night and was receiving an IV at the hospital. They requested to reschedule the meeting.

Since Qi Siyu hadn’t answered her phone, the assistant had made the decision and agreed on her behalf.

Qi Siyu immediately replied: reschedule it for at least two or three days later. She was going on a business trip to H Country.

Assistant: Do we even have business in H Country?

Regardless, orders were orders. The assistant immediately got to work.

With that handled, Qi Siyu followed Gu Qing’s instructions, cut the power to the apartment, packed up the food Gu Qing had left for her, changed into her own clothes, and took a cab to the hotel.

Her suitcase hadn’t even been unpacked—perfect for a trip to H Country.

She wheeled her luggage straight back to the airport.

Around 2 p.m., the airline released an official announcement: all flights grounded due to severe weather conditions. Qi Siyu received a text notification instructing her to reschedule.

Frustrated, she reopened the weather app. The storm wouldn’t clear up until noon tomorrow.