Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 48

Gu Qing pressed her soft tongue gently against the wound, sucking the blood away.

The tangy lemon-candy flavor completely masked the taste of blood. Even the pad of Qi Siyu’s finger felt soft—like she was eating candy.

Gu Qing let go of Qi Siyu’s finger and looked up, only to meet her stunned expression.

“My grandma taught me that,” Gu Qing said casually, her expression as calm as ever. It was as if she’d done nothing more significant than righting a toppled oil bottle.

When she was young, there was no iodine or band-aids at home. Her grandmother had taught her that saliva could disinfect wounds, and that pressing lips to a cut could help stop the bleeding.

But someone like Qi Siyu, born into wealth, would probably have a family doctor to handle even a paper cut.

“Thank you,” Qi Siyu licked her lips. She couldn’t even describe the feeling—it didn’t hurt at all anymore!

What shocked her most was that Gu Qing had actually helped her.

Just moments ago, when she was thinking of blowing on the wound, she had already planned how to save face if Gu Qing refused. Who would’ve thought… was that Alpha during heat really that effective in getting to Gu Qing’s heart?

A twinge of jealousy crept in. Qi Siyu felt like that version of herself wasn’t really her—even though she remembered every moment of it vividly.

The silence between them was broken when Gu Xiaoling came in with something in her hands.

“You cut your hand washing dishes? What, trying to scam us for money?” Gu Xiaoling snapped with her usual sharp tongue. “Well, forget it. Not happening.”

“Heh. If I were going to scam someone, I would scam Gu Qing. What could I possibly want from you?” Qi Siyu didn’t back down either.

Gu Qing silently dabbed iodine on Qi Siyu’s finger. By the time the two realized what was happening, the bandage was already in place.

“Go wait outside.” Gu Qing shooed Qi Siyu out of the kitchen.

Qi Siyu wiggled her bandaged finger at Gu Xiaoling as she left with a smug grin. “Gu Qing put this on for me~”

Gu Qing shut the kitchen door behind her, turned on the noisy range hood, and said, “Xiaoling, stop picking fights with her.”

Gu Xiaoling had been unusually aggressive and irritable lately. Some of the things she said had gone too far. Gu Qing knew it was time to talk to her.

Gu Xiaoling: ???

“Gu-jie! You’re taking her side?” Gu Xiaoling burst into tears. “You’ve changed! She’s a jerk who hurt you so badly, and you’re still defending her?!”

Gu Qing sighed helplessly. “Xiaoling, if one day she stops pretending to be so nice, and you’re still constantly arguing with her… what do you think will happen to you?”

If back in the hospital she had been confronted with the other version of Qi Siyu, Gu Qing could easily imagine what the outcome might have been.

Susceptibility episodes, skin hunger… Gu Qing felt Qi Siyu’s current state was unstable. That version of her could resurface at any time.

Gu Qing might still be useful to her, but Xiaoling could be in real danger.

So she tried to go along with this Qi Siyu—not just because this personality was genuinely pleasant, but also to keep her stable. At least until their divorce was finalized and the company contract ended.

Gu Xiaoling wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Remembering how she had been coaxed into coming home, only for her family to forbid her from leaving again, she shivered.

“I… I used to be really scared of her. But I don’t know when I stopped being afraid,” she said, sobbing. “Did she get into my head? I’m sorry, Gu-jie. I was too stupid…”

It was all because Qi Siyu didn’t seem to have a temper. Even when she snapped back, it never felt like she was actually angry. Gu Xiaoling had started thinking she was easy to push around and found excuses to provoke her.

Gu Qing gently cupped Gu Xiaoling’s cheeks. “Be good. Don’t pick fights with her. But if she starts something, you don’t have to take it lying down either.”

“I’ll wash the dishes. Go splash some water on your face and rest.” Gu Qing said.

“No, no—I’ll do it! Jie, this is my job. Don’t take it from me!” Gu Xiaoling rushed to the sink and began scrubbing. “It’s not like I’m trying to nitpick or anything, but seriously, she breaks a dish just washing it and cuts her finger? So useless. Just lucky she got rich parents.”

“Mhm. No one’s as smart and capable as our Xiaoling,” Gu Qing said warmly.

Gu Qing turned off the range hood and opened the kitchen door—only to see Qi Siyu leaning in with her ear pressed against it.

Clearly, she had been eavesdropping.

“Heard something good?” Gu Qing asked blandly.

“Ahem! I just saw something dirty on the door and wanted to wipe it off. That’s all!” Qi Siyu quickly straightened up and stepped back, embarrassed to be caught red-handed—especially since all she heard was the dull rumbling of the exhaust fan.

Gu Qing nodded. “Hmm.”

Qi Siyu couldn’t help it. Emboldened by Gu Qing’s recent friendliness, she probed playfully, “What were you two whispering about behind my back?”

The closed door and roaring range hood had obviously been to block her out. But Gu Qing’s recent warmth had gone to her head—she couldn’t resist poking the boundary.

Gu Qing stared directly into her eyes for three seconds. “I told Xiaoling not to keep picking fights with you.”

“…Huh?” Qi Siyu scratched her head, pretending to be casual. “Don’t worry about it—I didn’t take her seriously.”

Gu Qing continued to stare.

“Okay, okay, yeah, she’s a bit annoying. But for your sake, I won’t hold it against her,” Qi Siyu said with a sheepish grin, her smile bright and innocent.

If only Qi Siyu could always be like this. Even if they would have nothing to do with each other two months from now, Gu Qing still couldn’t help but wish it.

“Mhm. Go rest,” Gu Qing said, turning back to clean the table.

Qi Siyu eagerly offered to help—though it was more moral support than practical effort.

When bedtime came, Qi Siyu took her pajamas and went to shower.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, her cheeks flushed red. Why hadn’t she blacked out after getting drunk?!

Stripping in front of Gu Qing, spraying perfume that matched her pheromones on Gu Qing’s pajamas… and afterward, even bragging about her good figure?

What kind of pervert behavior was that?

The more she remembered, the redder she became.

After drying off and putting on her pajamas, she hesitated. Should she spray some perfume?

It was one of her few “lucky breaks.” The bottle wouldn’t last forever. If not now, when?

She closed her eyes, shoved aside the embarrassment, and sprayed just a tiny bit on the inside of her clothes—just enough for herself to smell.

As long as she stayed a bit farther from Gu Qing, it should be fine. And even if Gu Qing did catch a whiff, she would probably just think it was Qi Siyu’s own pheromones.

Qi Siyu crawled into bed cautiously, nearly holding her breath.

Minute after minute passed, and Gu Qing said nothing.

Relieved, Qi Siyu let out a silent “yes!” She could use it every day now.

She hadn’t smelled Gu Qing’s pheromones in so long—she really missed it.

That night, she slept like a baby. But waking up meant facing reality.

Qi Siyu stared blankly at her phone. Since she had ghosted everyone—including her own parents—her mother had finally summoned her.

Her aunt was hosting a birthday banquet, and Qi Siyu was required to attend.

She scratched her already disheveled hair, making it look even more like a bird’s nest.

She’d been avoiding the original host’s relatives. They were barely mentioned in the novel—just a footnote in the Qi family’s eventual downfall.

Which meant Qi Siyu had zero information about them, leaving her feeling incredibly insecure.

The system popped up eagerly:

[Host, there’s a “Social Butterfly” skill card in the prize pool. Perfect for any social occasion!]

[Why are you so proactive all of a sudden?] Qi Siyu frowned. She didn’t want to rely too much on the system.

[Because you used to draw from the lottery every day. Now? Nothing!] The energy she collected from Gu Qing partially fueled the system—and partially became lottery draws.

But unless she used up those draws, the system couldn’t absorb the energy.

[Well, I haven’t had any real need lately. I don’t even know if Gu Qing wants a second dose of the restorative formula yet.] Qi Siyu calculated that she had only built up six ten-pulls from all the hand-holding recently. [I can’t waste them.]

[Actually, you just reminded me—I should ask Gu Qing about the scar formula again. The banquet’s not until tomorrow night anyway.]

The system: …

After replying with a simple “got it” to her father’s message, Qi Siyu tossed her phone aside and went out to buy breakfast.

When Gu Qing woke up, the whole table was covered in food. Qi Siyu sat there beaming—though the brightness of her grin gave off a faint “ambush” vibe.

“Anyone else joining us?” Gu Qing asked.

“Nope,” Qi Siyu cleared her throat. “I just thought everything looked good and wanted to try it all.”

Gu Xiaoling looked like she was about to call her a spoiled rich kid, but then remembered what Gu Qing said last night and held her tongue.

She instinctively felt that the current Qi Siyu was on her level—not the scary, intimidating “President Qi” she used to be.

She glanced subtly at Qi Siyu’s cheerful face. There was a dopey smugness to it.

“What are you staring at? Think I look good today?” Qi Siyu teased, having caught her in the act. Thinking of how Gu Qing had defended her last night, she couldn’t help feeling proud.

“Who’s looking at you? Your face doesn’t hold a candle to my Gu-jie’s,” Gu Xiaoling snapped, pinching herself to resist the urge to argue.

“Fair enough,” Qi Siyu was actually glad she brought it up. She’d been looking for a way to reintroduce the topic. “Gu Qing, have you decided whether you want to use my scar-healing formula?”

She’d dropped the “Gu-jie” again—back to calling her by name.

Gu Qing sat across from her. “Yes. I’ll use it.”

“Gu-jie!” Gu Xiaoling was furious. “That thing’s unlicensed and unverified! You can’t just put it on your face!”

Gu Qing elegantly picked up a soup dumpling and ate it, unmoved by Xiaoling’s panic.

“You’re more anxious than the emperor’s eunuch,” Qi Siyu teased, stepping on Xiaoling’s foot. “We can test it on a small patch first. If it works, we can apply it more widely.”

“But the pain level will be the same no matter the area,” she added. Still, with Gu Qing’s toughness, that was hardly a concern.

Gu Qing paused mid-chew, then swallowed. “I’ll use it all at once.”

“No way! Absolutely not!” Gu Xiaoling didn’t trust Qi Siyu or her so-called secret formula. She had no idea what Qi Siyu had done to convince her Gu-jie.

She grabbed Gu Qing and tried to drag her into the kitchen.

Gu Qing: …

Xiaoling cried and even called Gao Li on video for backup. Gao Li looked helpless; Gu Qing looked exasperated.

Once Xiaoling made up her mind, she was hard to sway. In the end, Gu Qing reluctantly agreed.

Xiaoling stopped crying and wiped her tears. “Even if it’s slower, it’s safer. Why are you so set on doing it all at once?”

“It can’t get much worse,” Gu Qing replied coolly.

“Yes, it can!” Xiaoling cried. “What if it causes pus or worsens the wound?”

She’d read so many horror stories about scarring and plastic surgery that she couldn’t stop imagining the worst.

When Gu Qing opened the kitchen door again, Qi Siyu was leaning against it—this time with a stool, munching on a fried dough stick while eavesdropping.

“Heard anything good?” Gu Qing asked.

Qi Siyu grinned. “Just a lot of wailing over the sound of the range hood.”

Xiaoling turned it off and glared at her.

She decided to never argue with Qi Siyu again. From now on, she would just curse her in secret.

“So? What’s the verdict?” Qi Siyu asked. No matter how they reached it, her goal was accomplished—Gu Qing would use the formula.

“Like you said,” Xiaoling grumbled.

“Great.” Qi Siyu beamed. “Shall we pack up and head back?”

Neither Gu Qing nor Xiaoling objected, so they bought tickets for the afternoon train.

Qi Siyu had come here alone, embarrassed and wanting to disappear.

Now, she was leaving with Gu Qing—scar formula settled, and with the perk of “skin hunger” giving her a legitimate excuse to hold hands whenever she wanted. She was on cloud nine.

As for the banquet? That was tomorrow night’s problem.

Suddenly, her phone pinged with a WeChat message from her mother.

The first image was a bright red marriage certificate.

The next was the inside page—with a photo of her and Gu Qing. Two gorgeous women so close together—it really was a beautiful shot.

Qi Siyu admired it for a moment, then froze.

Wait—what did this mean?

As she recalled, the original owner had married Gu Qing without telling the family. If the Qi family was the traditional matchmaking type, would they treat Gu Qing unfairly?

She hated feeling out of control.

Another message came:

[Mom found this in a book while looking through the study. If you left it here by accident, make sure to keep it safe.]

Qi Siyu: … Seriously?

[If you’re free tomorrow, bring your partner to have dinner with me, okay?]

Qi Siyu was racking her brain for a good excuse to decline. The divorce was happening soon—she didn’t want to drag Gu Qing into it.

“Partner? You mean me?” Gu Qing’s voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

Qi Siyu’s phone font was so big that Gu Qing had seen the entire message at a glance.

“Yes. But you don’t need to worry—” she began.

“I’m free. I’ll go,” Gu Qing said.

Qi Siyu’s eyes widened. “Huh?”

She quickly assumed it was about the scar formula—was Gu Qing afraid she might use it as leverage?

A pang of guilt hit her, but she recovered. “You don’t have to force yourself. We’re getting divorced soon. You don’t need to deal with my mom.”

Gu Qing glanced at her. “I’m not forcing myself. I’ve got time.”