Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 47

Gu Qing waited for over an hour before finally allowing herself to fall asleep—and she slept soundly through the night.

When she woke up again, Qi Siyu was already gone.

She checked her phone to review the recording from the night. The AI analysis reported no noticeable fluctuations in sound.

Which meant… aside from holding hands, Qi Siyu really hadn’t done anything else. As a normal person, Gu Qing truly couldn’t understand the mindset of someone with such a condition.

Gu Qing had already classified Qi Siyu as a mentally ill patient with dissociative identity disorder—and now, she was convinced her condition had worsened.

There were only a little over two months left. If she could make some concessions, she would. Gu Qing’s tolerance for Qi Siyu rose yet again.

That morning, after completing their final security check, the trio was free to go.

Since they were already there, Qi Siyu suggested they do some sightseeing.

Gu Qing, however, said, “Let’s go to the hospital.”

Oh, right—Qi Siyu remembered. Both she and Gu Qing had been assigned to accompany an old Chinese doctor to undergo a full medical check-up.

“Okay,” Qi Siyu obediently followed Gu Qing’s lead.

Gu Qing had chosen the hospital herself, and she planned to do a follow-up check at a public hospital after returning home.

At her grandfather’s private hospital, Qi Siyu could easily manipulate the doctors into falsifying results. But here, in a foreign country, Gu Qing didn’t believe she had that kind of influence.

And she was right—Qi Siyu didn’t have that kind of sway over foreign doctors. Although the system’s reward pool might contain items that could help, she had no intention of cheating.

Ahem, Qi Siyu’s plan was to just tell the doctor directly: she believed she had skin hunger syndrome and needed a diagnosis.

With psychological issues like this, if a patient insists on the symptoms, there’s really no definitive way for a doctor to prove otherwise.

“Watch your leg,” she whispered to Gu Qing before they split up—Alpha and Omega gland testing labs were on opposite ends of the hospital.

Gu Qing was still pretending to be lame, and it wouldn’t do to be found out by the doctors.

“It’s just a gland check,” Gu Qing replied calmly.

“Mm-hmm. See you soon,” Qi Siyu said, hoping Gu Qing wouldn’t be too shocked later when she found out she was in the psych ward.

But after her own examination, it was Qi Siyu who ended up surprised.

“Doctor, are you saying I have residual traces of a substance on my skin—one that contains an Omega’s pheromones? And that long-term exposure to this could increase my compatibility with the Omega, making it hard for me to control myself when they go into heat?!”

The young doctor nodded, visibly curious. She had chosen to specialize in glandular medicine precisely because of all the juicy gossip it brought.

“With your appearance and figure, and if you have a decent background as well, you would be a prime target. The good news is, your compatibility with this Omega is low. Plus, there’s another

Omega whose pheromones remain in your system with exceptionally high compatibility. So this substance likely won’t have much effect—if anything, it may even backfire.”

The first person Qi Siyu thought of was Sun Yingying. In the original novel, she was portrayed as a social climber and a gold digger. Lately, she’d been far too enthusiastic with Qi Siyu—it was definitely suspicious.

Qi Siyu decided she have someone investigate her immediately. So shameless. Always playing tricks.

The doctor looked at Qi Siyu as if watching a nosy melon-eating onlooker. Qi Siyu awkwardly thanked her and left.

Next, she walked into the dermatology department and told the doctor that she constantly wanted to hold someone’s hand—maybe due to some fungus or bacteria living on her hands.

Doctor #2 examined her and confirmed her hands were perfectly normal—then referred her to the psychiatry department.

After she explained everything again, Psychiatrist #3 called in Doctor #1 from the gland department.

This sort of person-specific attachment could very well be affected by pheromones.

Meanwhile, Gu Qing, having finished her own tests, couldn’t find Qi Siyu, so she came looking. When Doctor #1 learned she was the person Qi Siyu wanted to hold hands with, she pulled her in to do a pheromone compatibility test with Qi Siyu.

After blood samples were drawn, they waited for the results.

Qi Siyu took the opportunity to explain.

“The doctor thinks I might be suffering from skin hunger syndrome toward a specific individual—due to pheromone influence.” Qi Siyu spoke slowly, gauging Gu Qing’s reaction.

But Gu Qing seemed completely unfazed, as if this outcome was within expectations.

She nodded. “If you need my cooperation for treatment, I’ll do my best.”

As she suspected—Qi Siyu’s habit of always holding her hand was an actual condition.

“Ah… thank you,” Qi Siyu replied, still dazed.

Seriously? That calm of a reaction? Not even a little surprised?

Something felt off, but Qi Siyu couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

The results came back quickly—just as she was still lost in thought.

“99.99%! Wow, your compatibility is insanely high. I’ve been in this department for years and the highest I’ve ever seen was 99%,” Doctor #1 said, eyes practically sparkling as she sized the two of them up. “With that kind of compatibility, developing little quirks is completely normal.”

She turned to Gu Qing. “Do you ever feel urges toward Miss Qi?”

In an instant, Gu Qing’s mind flashed to a particular image from the bathroom—those perky curves beaded with water droplets, looking like they’d spring back at a touch.

“…No.” After three seconds, Gu Qing shook her head calmly.

“Ah, I see.” Doctor #1 looked a little disappointed.

After another short talk with Psychiatrist #3, Qi Siyu got the treatment plan she wanted.

“When symptoms arise, satisfy them. In most cases, they’ll gradually decrease. The brain and glands are complex systems—if it doesn’t impact daily life, there’s no need for medication.”

Qi Siyu thought, Hah, like hell this will fade away. I’ll need at least a few decades.

Good thing Gu Qing was a “widow king” in the original novel—had she been officially paired with someone, Qi Siyu wouldn’t be able to keep holding her hand, and that cursed system of hers wouldn’t even work.

Anyway, mission accomplished—except for Gu Qing being too chill and cooperative.

Pushing Gu Qing’s wheelchair out of the hospital, Qi Siyu asked with a grin, “How was your check-up?”

The system was confident, but what if the gland repair serum didn’t work?

“Excellent.” Not even the old issues remained. It was like her glands had been reborn—so healthy even the doctors were amazed.

But this outcome was abnormal. Gu Qing knew her own condition well. Her gland issues were congenital, beyond the reach of modern medicine.

That was why the original Qi Siyu had been able to use it against her.

She had secretly been setting aside portions of the water Qi Siyu gave her and handing them over to Gao Li for analysis.

After learning about her gland condition from Zhang Anai, she had Gao Li study the effects of the mysterious powder on gland function.

What exactly was Qi Siyu’s grandfather’s background?

Sticking to the “since we’re already here” mindset, Qi Siyu insisted they stay two more days for sightseeing.

By noon the next day, they landed back in Jiang City. Qi Siyu and Gu Qing parted ways.

Qi Siyu went to negotiate a partnership. Gu Qing went home to rest and catch up with Zhang Anai.

Gu Qing’s parents owned a jewelry design company called Qinghan Jewelry, which occupied three floors of an office building.

What business could a talent agency have with a jewelry design firm? Besides the occasional celebrity endorsement, there wasn’t much overlap.

Still, Qi Siyu had ideas—she proposed the company design custom pins, pendants, and earrings featuring the HotSun Entertainment logo to promote corporate identity.

She even painted a vision: annual updates tied to current trends. A long-term collaboration.

Most importantly, she offered a generous budget. Her real goal? Getting contact information for Gu Qing’s biological parents. Money was secondary.

She had a smooth conversation with the company’s CEO, Xia Xuelan. When she asked about the actual owner of the company, CEO Xia didn’t hold back—but she didn’t know them personally either.

All she had was a work email address. She sent weekly reports and received instructions that way.

So, dead end. But Qi Siyu still finished the meeting with a smile.

[Host, you could hire a hacker to get into that email account. Or draw from the system’s prize pool for hacking skills.] The system offered sweetly.

Qi Siyu twitched her mouth. “Can’t we just not break the law?”

How had Gu Qing gotten reunited with her family in the original novel again?

Right—she was forced to sell blood, and it ended up being transfused into a Gu family member. That person had a rare reaction, which led to Gu Qing being discovered.

Qi Siyu fell silent. She have to go with unconventional methods after all.

She contacted her assistant—assigned two tasks: investigate Sun Yingying and find a hacker to access the mystery owner’s email.

Attached was a generous bonus. The assistant replied with a grin: Understood! Mission accepted!

[Host, the system’s lottery is quite powerful. You could just use it more.] The system tried to subtly self-promote.

If someone ambitious had this system, they would probably have conquered the world—or launched into space—by now.

[I would love to, but how about you give it to me for free?] Qi Siyu responded, grumbling.

System: …Never mind.

The system went silent. Qi Siyu huffed, called a cab, and headed to—

Hehe. Gu Qing’s house.

As soon as she stepped off the elevator, she caught a strong whiff of spices—hot pot!

Sure enough, the fluffy cloud-like table in front of the couch was steaming away. One side deep red and spicy, the other a gentle tomato broth.

“Hot pot tonight?” Qi Siyu quickly changed shoes, washed her hands, and plopped onto a low stool.

Gu Xiaoling glanced up and glared. “Why even ask when you already know?”

Since her diagnosis, Qi Siyu had moved back into Gu Qing’s bedroom during their time abroad, openly holding her hand while sleeping. Gu Xiaoling was extremely displeased, constantly taking shots at her.

When Gu Qing needed it, she could tolerate. When Qi Siyu needed it? Not so much. A complete double standard.

Qi Siyu glared back, refusing to back down.

“Oil dip or sesame sauce?” Gu Qing ignored their eye battle and asked.

Qi Siyu looked at the three bowls—only sesame sauce.

So this was one of those questions.

She grinned, “Sesame!”

“Here,” Gu Qing placed the bowl in front of her.

Qi Siyu smugly raised her chin, shot a sideways look at Gu Xiaoling, and drawled, “Thank you, jiejie~”

Gu Qing’s chopsticks froze. That familiar sultry “jiejie” call from estrus-phase Alphas came flooding back.

Three seconds later, she pushed those memories aside. “Act normal.”

Gu Xiaoling huffed. She used to just call her “Gu Qing”! What’s with this “jiejie” nonsense?

That’s MY jiejie!

Qi Siyu ignored her. Gu Qing didn’t even reject the “jiejie” title—wasn’t that progress?

Maybe their relationship was really advancing?

…She had no idea Gu Qing simply saw her as a patient, offering some final kindness before she left.

After dinner, Qi Siyu collapsed into the couch, flopped dramatically onto Gu Qing, and purred, “Don’t worry, I’ll clean up.”

Gu Xiaoling rolled her eyes. “With those precious hands? There’s no dishwasher here like in your luxury apartment.”

Huh? No dishwasher? Qi Siyu hesitated. Could she handle this?

Out loud, though, she bluffed, “Pfft, who can’t wash dishes? As if you’re so special!”

Once everyone was done eating, Qi Siyu cleared the table and headed to the kitchen.

Everything was conveniently placed. She rolled up her sleeves confidently. She’d never washed dishes like this, but she’d seen it on TV!

How hard could it be?

Hand… hand… HAND!

A bowl slipped.

She caught it—then slipped again from the soap—and it shattered with a sharp crack.

Seconds later, Gu Xiaoling wheeled Gu Qing into the kitchen. The entire apartment echoed with her laughter.

Qi Siyu glared and crouched to pick up the shards.

“Don’t touch it directly!” Gu Qing called out—but it was too late.

“Ah.” Qi Siyu retracted her hand quickly. Blood beaded from her fingertip.

“Wash off the soap first. Xiaoling, grab iodine and a bandage,” Gu Qing said steadily—but her grip on the wheelchair was tight, knuckles white.

Why… why is the pheromone concentration in her blood suddenly so high? It’s… incredibly tempting.

“All rinsed, but it’s still bleeding. Might be deep.” Qi Siyu pouted. “Hurts so much. Will you blow on it for me?”

Gu Qing took her wrist.

Lowered her head.

And gently… enclosed that bleeding fingertip in her mouth.