Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 46

After breakfast, Qi Siyu enthusiastically invited Gu Qing and Gu Xiaoling to her suite.

The suite had three bedrooms in total. When Qi Siyu tried to carry Gu Qing’s suitcase into her own room, Gu Xiaoling stopped her. “Since you’re well enough to go on business trips now, I don’t think Gu-jie needs to stick to you every second anymore. She was perfectly stable last night.”

Qi Siyu: …

It felt like she’d shot herself in the foot, but honestly, Gu Qing’s recovery was something she had always hoped for.

“Mhm. I’ll come to you if I need anything,” Gu Qing responded calmly. She stood up from the wheelchair on her own, pulled her suitcase, and walked into one of the bedrooms.

Gu Xiaoling stuck her tongue out at Qi Siyu and quickly followed Gu Qing. “Jie, let me help you unpack. Don’t make a mess of it.”

Qi Siyu collapsed dramatically onto the sofa, cupping her face in her hands, lost in thought. Should I sneak in for a surprise night visit tonight instead?

Or maybe… fake an illness? Like skin hunger disorder or something? One of those conditions where she has to hold Gu Qing’s hand to function.

The more Qi Siyu thought about it, the more plausible it sounded. She immediately pulled out her phone and began researching.

Skin hunger, also known as touch starvation, is a psychological condition often seen in individuals who crave physical contact, such as holding hands or hugging, especially during prolonged periods of solitude.

Most sufferers tend to be insecure, timid, and riddled with anxiety.

Ha! Insecure? Timid? That was never Qi Siyu. She’d been bursting with confidence since childhood.

But then again—details didn’t matter. What mattered was convincing Gu Qing that she had skin hunger and that only Gu Qing’s touch could alleviate it.

After all, with Qi Siyu’s status and wealth, she could easily find someone willing to hold her hand 24/7… but that wasn’t the point.

Her eyes lit up the more she thought about it. That traditional medicine practitioner once said her pheromones and Gu Qing’s were deeply entangled and had an extremely high compatibility.

If she could link this skin hunger to pheromone dependency—make it so that only Gu Qing could relieve it—wouldn’t that make it a one-of-a-kind connection?

Slap! Qi Siyu clapped her hands in excitement.

“What are you so happy about?” came Gu Qing’s flat voice from behind her.

Qi Siyu quickly suppressed her grin. She mustn’t suspect a thing. “Oh, nothing. Just glad I don’t have to be all lonely and pitiful anymore.”

Gu Qing nodded noncommittally, choosing not to comment.

“Are you all settled in? Was the ride tiring? Want me to give you a massage?” Qi Siyu blurted out as inspiration struck, pushing Gu Qing onto the sofa.

She’d never shown off this particular skill to Gu Qing before—there simply hadn’t been an opportunity.

“I’m actually quite good at it. My parents always say I have magic hands,” Qi Siyu advertised enthusiastically, already kneading Gu Qing’s shoulders.

[System, what tier of intimacy does this contact count as?] Supporting a household isn’t easy—Qi Siyu was ready to sell her craft.

[Hand-holding. Host, the contact area is small, and there’s a layer of clothing in between. If it wasn’t for the clothes, I would consider it a hug-level interaction.] the system replied.

[Fine, I’ll take it,] Qi Siyu thought. As long as it counted.

“How’s the pressure?” she asked gently.

“You can go harder,” Gu Qing replied, leaning comfortably into the sofa. Qi Siyu was surprisingly skilled—clearly trained.

“Alright, just remember to leave a five-star review when we’re done. I’m Little Qi No. 001, at your service,” Qi Siyu joked, even slipping into a cosplay voice.

“Gu-jie, whose massage do you think feels better?” Gu Xiaoling’s voice cut in eerily as she stared daggers at Qi Siyu’s hands on Gu Qing’s shoulders.

As a personal assistant, Gu Xiaoling always strived to be useful. To repay Gu Qing’s kindness, she not only cooked, cleaned, and kept everything tidy, but had even self-studied massage and ear-cleaning, all to improve Gu Qing’s health.

Gu Qing fell into thoughtful silence. Xiaoling’s technique was refined—she had even apprenticed under a master for three months on night shifts. Qi Siyu, on the other hand, had strength and a firm touch.

“They each have their merits,” Gu Qing replied diplomatically.

But Gu Xiaoling wasn’t pleased. She used to be the only one at Gu Qing’s side. “A big-shot CEO competing with me for work—she must have an ulterior motive!”

“What could I possibly be after?” Qi Siyu grinned. “Heaven knows my heart!”

“Xiaoling, go fetch one of the gift boxes,” Gu Qing interrupted before they could argue any further. Their banter was starting to sound like squabbling grade schoolers.

“Is it for me?” Qi Siyu asked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“No,” Gu Qing replied truthfully. “You came along, so there was no need.”

Qi Siyu pouted, but Gu Qing wasn’t wrong. She should also buy some gifts to take back. She hadn’t even checked the messages from friends and family—she couldn’t stay in hiding forever.

“But there are a few extras. Thanks for the massage. You can try some later. There’s some local candy,” Gu Qing added.

“Yay!” Qi Siyu’s mood instantly lifted.

Gu Xiaoling brought the gift box over, opened it, and placed it on the coffee table. “Here.”

“Have a taste.” Gu Qing picked up a lemon-flavored hard candy and offered it to Qi Siyu.

“I can’t stop or it’ll affect the massage’s results—can you peel it for me?” Qi Siyu said instinctively, then immediately noticed Gu Xiaoling glaring at her like she’d made the most outrageous request.

As an Alpha in susceptibility, she’d been fed by Gu Qing so many times that those moments had etched themselves into her memory. She felt incredibly close to Gu Qing now—close enough to act casually without thinking.

But why Gu Qing had indulged her back then remained a mystery. Still, she couldn’t get carried away.

“I can eat it myself in a bit—” she began, but before she could finish, Gu Qing had already peeled most of the wrapper and held the candy up for her.

Qi Siyu swallowed the rest of her sentence and leaned forward to take the candy with her mouth. “Thanks.”

The sour lemon flavor hit her immediately, twisting her face into a grimace.

Gu Xiaoling burst out laughing. Gu-jie had definitely done that on purpose. There’s no way she had feelings for Qi Siyu. No way, no how!

“This shouldn’t even be called candy,” Qi Siyu muttered, panting dramatically as she massaged.

“It’s a local specialty—this region’s known for its lemons.” Gu Qing also took one and found the flavor reminiscent of Qi Siyu’s pheromones when she was sulking or jealous: sharp, but with a faint sweetness at the end.

You had to be patient to detect that sweetness. Just like Qi Siyu—sweet at heart beneath the surface.

Massages usually lasted 10 to 20 minutes, 30 at most. That’s how long Gu Xiaoling typically massaged Gu Qing.

But forty minutes later, Qi Siyu still hadn’t stopped. She’d moved from the shoulders to the arms.

“Are you tired?” Gu Qing finally asked.

Qi Siyu was very tired. Her arms were practically noodles—but she hadn’t hit the one-hour mark yet!

“No, no! Just lie down against the sofa and I’ll do your back too.” She’d already invested so much for this lottery draw; she couldn’t give up now.

When the system had told her this contact would count as “hand-holding,” she’d been hyped and full of energy. Now she wanted to go back in time and slap her past self.

“Do you have some KPI to meet or something?” Gu Xiaoling rolled her eyes. “You’re sweating buckets. Even if you’re trying to take advantage of Gu-jie, you don’t have to try this hard.”

Crude as it sounded, Gu Qing had to admit it made sense. Qi Siyu did have a habit of holding her hand for far too long, almost like she couldn’t stop until a timer ran out.

Qi Siyu looked like she was about to cry. I really do have a KPI, okay?! Just twenty minutes left—she could push through.

Sunk cost fallacy be damned, she forced a smile. “What a thing to say! Don’t slander a dedicated professional. My process must be completed in full.”

Gu Qing obligingly turned to lie against the sofa back.

Qi Siyu wiped her sweat with her arm and kept going.

By the time the system chimed, her arms were trembling visibly, barely functional.

Gu Qing watched silently. She seriously suspected that Qi Siyu might have more than one personality… maybe some OCD or single-minded obsession, too.

“Go rest for a bit. We’ll talk about the rest after lunch,” Gu Qing ordered, sending the completely drained Qi Siyu back to her room.

Qi Siyu sniffled. Gu Qing really cares about me… One day, I’ll train up and give her the full deluxe wellness package!

For lunch, Qi Siyu had booked the hotel’s sky restaurant—one of the local must-visit spots. She suspected it was just a tourist trap under the guise of isolation, forcing guests to spend more money.

But she didn’t mind. She had the funds. If she were stuck in a tiny room, she would go stir-crazy, even for one day.

“AHHH I can’t—I can’t! Why did you pick this place?!” Gu Xiaoling screamed, clutching the doorframe as she refused to step onto the transparent glass floor.

The sky restaurant extended from the hotel’s top floor, with a transparent floor and matching transparent tables. Only the tableware wasn’t see-through.

“What are you scared of? It’s completely safe,” Qi Siyu said, stomping on the floor to demonstrate.

Gu Qing stood quietly nearby, lips tightly pressed together, clearly suppressing a similar instinctive fear.

Qi Siyu had originally wanted Gu Qing to convince Gu Xiaoling—but now she realized Gu Qing was just as afraid. It wouldn’t be obvious to strangers, but Qi Siyu could tell.

“Let’s just eat downstairs,” Qi Siyu said, giving in immediately.

In the original story, it never mentioned Gu Qing had a fear of heights. In fact, she even went bungee-jumping on a variety show once. Qi Siyu had thought she would like it.

Gu Xiaoling had been about to keep howling, but Qi Siyu’s sudden change of heart made her pause and eye her suspiciously.

“What, changed your mind? You can eat here now?” Qi Siyu teased.

“Pfft! I’m not eating somewhere like this! I would choke!” Gu Xiaoling grumbled, pushing Gu Qing’s wheelchair away quickly.

Inside the elevator, she finally whispered, “Gu-jie, that Qi woman is so shady. I bet she knew I was afraid of heights and set me up!”

“Set you up? Who do you think you are, a celebrity? I just thought it was a cool spot!” Qi Siyu retorted.

“Enough,” Gu Qing said again, shutting them both up. “Let’s eat.”

Lunch began in tense silence. Qi Siyu felt miserable. Why didn’t I ask Gu Qing first before booking? The novel is unreliable. It didn’t capture her fully at all.

What stood before her was a living, breathing, complex person.

She felt… enlightened.

The next second, the trembling chopsticks in her hand dropped her food on the table.

Gu Xiaoling burst out laughing.

Gu Qing rubbed her temples, took the chopsticks from Qi Siyu’s hand, filled her bowl with meat and vegetables, then placed the chopsticks back.

Qi Siyu’s bowl overflowed with food. She wiped away a fake tear and dramatically scolded Gu Xiaoling, “Thank you, Gu-jie. No wonder you’re the elder one—unlike someone who just mocks people all the time.”

Gu Xiaoling ground her teeth, but didn’t dare argue anymore under Gu Qing’s gaze.

“Eat,” Gu Qing said, glancing at Qi Siyu.

Qi Siyu immediately quieted down and dug in. Somehow, she felt that Gu Qing had grown more tolerant and patient with her lately. Maybe that vulnerable Alpha during susceptibility wasn’t as hopeless as she thought.

She kind of wanted to relive it again.

After lunch, the three returned to rest.

At 3:30, they sunned in the garden and enjoyed afternoon tea, then watched a circus performance while eating barbecue in the evening—pure bliss.

By 11 PM, assuming Gu Qing had fallen asleep, Qi Siyu tiptoed to her door, pulled out the key she’d secretly kept, and quietly slipped inside.

She carefully cracked the door open. Once she confirmed the room was dark, she crept in, lay beside Gu Qing, and held her hand with satisfaction.

Kids, don’t try this at home. Qi Siyu didn’t want to be a creep—she just didn’t have a better option.

Gu Qing: …

She had only just turned off the light and climbed into bed. She wasn’t even the slightest bit sleepy.

So Qi Siyu had hidden a key… and snuck in… just to hold her hand while sleeping?

Unbelievable.