Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 50

Qi Siyu was just thinking about it—since they had agreed on a three-month contract from the start, then it had to be exactly three months. Not a day less!

As for what she had said back then—that they would get divorced and terminate the agreement if Gu Qing was dissatisfied—Qi Siyu was not so naive to think Gu Qing would ever be satisfied enough to not leave.

After resting for a while, Qi Siyu pulled out her phone to order takeout.

She stretched her arms and waist, then tiptoed stealthily to the master bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door without knocking.

Gu Qing was right there, not far from the door, crouched down and packing her suitcase.

Leaning lazily against the doorframe, Qi Siyu snapped her fingers to get her attention. “Hey, gorgeous, what do you feel like eating tonight?”

At the oily-sounding “gorgeous,” Gu Qing looked up and gave her a flat, emotionless glance.

There wasn’t much emotion in that look—not exactly cold, but its effect was immediate.

Qi Siyu swallowed hard and immediately straightened up. “Ahem.”

She thought to herself that she really didn’t have the guts to be cocky with Gu Qing. Not even close.

“Want something light like porridge and side dishes, or a full feast?” she asked more seriously.

“The first option. Thank you,” Gu Qing replied blandly.

“Got it. No need to be polite. We’re not strangers.” Qi Siyu received her ‘order’ and didn’t leave. Instead, she shuffled a few steps to lean against the wall just outside the door and began tapping away at the takeout app.

“By the way,” she poked her head in again, still half-hiding behind the wall, “when do you plan to start the treatment? At home or the hospital? Do you want me to arrange the place or are you doing it yourself?”

“You can arrange it,” Gu Qing replied, finishing up her packing efficiently. There wasn’t much to begin with—she was already done.

Qi Siyu, ever the observant one, immediately rushed over, picked up the suitcase, and carried it into the walk-in closet for her. “Then let’s go to the hospital. My family says it should be fine, but in case anything goes wrong, it’s easier to handle there.”

Gu Qing quietly clenched her empty hand. Her lowered lashes hid all emotion, leaving behind only a single cold word: “Okay.”

“How about tomorrow morning?” Qi Siyu asked. “The treatment lasts seven days, and each session will take around two or three hours.” That was her conservative estimate. According to the system manual, the treatment caused intense itching and pain, and anesthesia wasn’t allowed—it had to be endured.

Recovery time would definitely take longer than just half an hour.

“Okay. Gao Li will come with us tomorrow,” Gu Qing added.

“Great, great! Go freshen up and rest a bit. I’ll call you when the food’s here.” Qi Siyu gently closed the door and backed out of the room.

Back in the living room, she saw her own suitcase sitting there awkwardly. It suddenly hit her—she had voluntarily moved to the guest bedroom before.

Crap. Now where should she go?

Gu Qing was probably changing into loungewear. Qi Siyu didn’t dare knock again and just carried her suitcase back into the guest room like a defeated puppy.

The suitcase was bursting at the seams, the zipper strained to the brink. She hadn’t even dared open it at Gu Qing’s place—she’d secretly packed it when Gu Qing wasn’t looking.

Cough cough, she just wanted to maintain a good image in front of Gu Qing.

Compared to when she first left, the suitcase now had a lot more stuff.

Aside from her plushie army and bath-time companions, she had stuffed in a bunch of clothes. And this was after having mailed most of her souvenirs and specialty items from Country H.

Otherwise, one suitcase wouldn’t have been enough.

She carefully unzipped it—and immediately everything exploded out like a tidal wave.

Sigh. No matter how prepared she was, she still got ambushed.

Resigned, Qi Siyu began pulling everything out onto the carpet.

Why do people buy this many new clothes? she wondered.

Sighing at her irresponsible self from a few days ago, she began sorting the clothes by type and color, then started loading them into the washing machine.

Suddenly, a bra fell out from inside a jacket.

Qi Siyu stared at it blankly. It was pure white, completely unadorned—no lace, no designs.

First of all, she had never bought anything this plain. And definitely not pure white—she liked colorful things.

Second, it was tiny. She couldn’t possibly fit into it. It had to be Gu Qing’s.

She flipped it over and looked at the label: 65E.

Her pupils shrank. No way!

Gu Qing is that busty? She looked so slim—how could she be an E-cup? It must be… really soft…

No, no! Now’s not the time for this! Qi Siyu rubbed her flushed cheeks.

The bra must’ve gotten mixed in by accident while packing. But what now?

This was a serious problem. If she wasn’t careful, she might be mistaken for a pervert stealing Gu Qing’s underwear!

So… destroy the evidence? Or secretly return it? The second option was risky, but so was the first.

Handing it back openly? Not an option. She didn’t have the guts.

Given her predecessor’s reputation—and her own—she already looked bad enough. Hadn’t she just tried every excuse to hold Gu Qing’s hand lately? Even if it was because of the system mission…

Still, they both knew who had enjoyed it.

Qi Siyu silently folded the bra and stuffed it deep into the drawer of the wardrobe.

No one would find it. She’d just pretend she never saw it.

How did I even manage to pack Gu Qing’s stuff? she scolded herself. Be more careful, dammit!

After a few more rounds of internal self-criticism, she finally relaxed and resumed organizing her things. If Gu Qing ever finds out… No. No “if”!

Not long after the clothes were in the washer, her phone rang. The food had arrived.

She rushed out of the apartment to breathe in some fresh air and calm her nerves.

At some point, it had started to drizzle.

Since all the curtains were drawn tightly in the penthouse to prevent paparazzi shots, you couldn’t see outside from inside.

Looking up at the sky, she saw no dark clouds—just a glowing sunset to the west.

She pulled out her phone and took a few photos, smiling to herself. Perfect to share with Gu Qing later.

Unfortunately, her camera couldn’t capture the falling raindrops.

There should always be a few small regrets in life, she mused, humming as she carried the bags of takeout back home.

“Dinner time!” Qi Siyu shouted, setting the food on the table.

Hearing her voice, Gu Qing walked out from the bedroom. “You seem to be in a good mood.”

“Yup, yup! Look—check out these photos I just took. It’s raining outside! A sunshower! And the sunset’s gorgeous too.” Qi Siyu held up her phone like a proud kid showing off art class drawings.

Gu Qing looked closely. “They’re beautiful. And your composition is quite good.”

“Of course! I studied photography composition, y’know?” Qi Siyu said smugly.

“Don’t brag so much,” Gu Xiaoling muttered as she walked over. She had instinctively cut Qi Siyu down, then realized too late she was supposed to behave herself.

She sneaked a glance at Gu Qing. Seeing no reaction from her, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Bad habits die hard.

Qi Siyu rolled her eyes. “You just have no taste. Now hurry up and take out the food—maybe stuffing your mouth will shut you up.”

Though annoyed, Gu Xiaoling didn’t dare fight back under Gu Qing’s gaze. She obediently unpacked the bags and set out the dishes.

The three of them ate together, Qi Siyu’s cheerful chatter filling the dining room.

After dinner, Qi Siyu flopped onto the couch to watch TV.

But the large living room felt too empty, too quiet.

Gu Qing had returned to the bedroom after dinner. She didn’t fully close the door—just left it ajar, enough to hear the sound of the television.

It was her own voice on the screen.

Qi Siyu was watching one of her dramas again.

It was a strange feeling. Gu Qing couldn’t help but wonder: If it was me now, how would I interpret that character? Would I perform it better than before?

And would Qi Siyu’s admiration and fascination be even stronger?

Questions with no real answers. She would never go back and play the same role again.

When the TV fell silent, Gu Qing quietly set down her script.

Sure enough, seconds later, she heard Qi Siyu’s footsteps approaching.

“Today was exhausting! Let’s go to bed early, okay?” Qi Siyu peeked her head into the room like a sneaky thief, her body still hidden behind the door—ready to bolt if needed.

“Okay,” Gu Qing nodded.

“I’m going to shower then!” Qi Siyu’s head disappeared, and the door gently clicked shut.

Gu Qing sat for a moment longer, tidied her script, then entered the bathroom.

Qi Siyu scrubbed herself thoroughly and even spritzed a little perfume into the hidden folds of her pajamas before cheerfully skipping back to the bedroom.

The bathroom water was still running. Gu Qing was still inside.

Qi Siyu wandered over to the vanity and spotted Gu Qing’s script. Still this trash?

She flipped it open casually—and saw Gu Qing’s handwritten notes.

No wonder it’s Gu Qing. So professional.

She read one aloud: “Logical inconsistency. Character reaction not convincing…”

Yeah, makes sense. Gu Qing clearly had thought deeply about it.

No, this won’t do. I have to talk to the producers and get the script changed. I can’t let Gu Qing waste her talent on garbage like this.

Tomorrow—no, we’re busy tomorrow.

The day after, then. No matter what, I’ll get it done—even if I have to beg the system for help.

Just then, she heard the bathroom door open. Gu Qing walked out, wearing loose, white silk pajamas. The fabric clung softly to her frame, outlining her slender figure.

Qi Siyu’s gaze instinctively dropped to her chest.

The fabric must’ve had a built-in lining—visually, nothing looked different.

Still doesn’t look like an E-cup though!

“What are you staring at?” Gu Qing’s cool voice snapped her back to reality.

Qi Siyu blinked and realized Gu Qing had already walked to the bed and sat down.

When she lowered her head, her gaze caught that deep, mysterious cleavage.

Oh… maybe she really is an E.

“Hm?” Gu Qing’s voice came again, colder this time.

“Ahem,” Qi Siyu coughed, embarrassed. “I was just thinking about the script—it’s really terrible. The characters, the logic, the plot… I’m planning to hire someone to rewrite it. At the very least, we need a better story.”

Gu Qing showed no interest in her rambling. In her opinion, these second-rate teams wouldn’t produce a good show no matter how much the script was improved. Still, she will do her best, and maybe the audience would pick up on some hidden depth.

As she looked at Qi Siyu’s flushed cheeks, she thought—this person never knew how to hide her emotions. Her body was inexperienced too, always overreacting.

What made her so shy now?

Darkness filled her vision as their hands found each other beneath the covers, silently sharing warmth.

Before long, Qi Siyu fell asleep, instinctively inching closer to Gu Qing—but still behaving, just holding hands.

Gu Qing again caught the faint scent of red wine and chocolate. Very faint. Just a bit further and you wouldn’t smell it at all.

The first time, she thought it was her own. The second time, she was sure—it came from Qi Siyu.

She didn’t stop her.

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The next morning, Qi Siyu woke up after a good night’s sleep. She checked the time.

Perfect. Just five more minutes and she could let go of Gu Qing’s hand.

They had fallen asleep at nine and now it was seven. Exactly a ten-hour increment.

Seven completed “ten-hours” so far—she could now designate seven target items.

Still a long road ahead. Keep it up, keep it up!

After breakfast, the three headed for the hospital.

The advantage of a private hospital? You could ask for anything, and they had it.

Qi Siyu arranged a fully equipped but warmly decorated room—it looked more like a themed Airbnb than a hospital ward. None of the usual sterile coldness.

After meeting up with Gao Li, Qi Siyu brought all three into the room.

“There’s no doctor or nurse?” Gao Li looked around the empty space.

“They’re on standby next door. We can call them if needed—but I don’t think we will,” Qi Siyu said nervously.

She had already taken the scar treatment ointment out of her system inventory and placed it in her bag. Now she pulled it out. “Take a look and decide how big of an area to apply it on.”

Gao Li gently peeled off the gauze on Gu Qing’s face. The skin hadn’t fully healed yet—it looked ghastly.

“This bottom section, maybe?” Gao Li pointed at an area about the size of a pinky fingernail.

“That seems too big. I think the top-right bit is better,” Gu Xiaoling pointed at a scar no larger than a sesame seed.

“Pass me a mirror. I’ll choose,” Gu Qing said calmly.

Gu Xiaoling frowned—she didn’t want Gu Qing to see the wounds. But Gao Li directly handed over the mirror.

Qi Siyu’s heart ached. It stung to let Gu Qing see her own injuries.

“This section, like Gao Li said.” Gu Qing’s tone didn’t waver. She was utterly calm, as if that grotesque scar wasn’t even on her own face.

“Th-then let’s apply it,” Qi Siyu opened the ointment container and passed the small spatula to Gao Li. “Here—you just spread it evenly, not too thick.”

Gao Li gave her a speechless look.

Qi Siyu, nervous, said, “My hands shake—I’m afraid I’ll hurt her.”

“I’m afraid too,” Gao Li hesitated. “Should we call a nurse?”

But Gu Qing had already taken the spatula herself. She scooped up some ointment and applied it in one smooth motion—done in under 30 seconds.

Before Qi Siyu or Gao Li could even react, she was already finished.

No wonder she’s Gu Qing.