Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 51

Qi Siyu clearly saw Gu Qing’s face contort in pain the moment she finished applying the medicine. Cold sweat instantly broke out across her forehead, the color drained from her face, and her cheeks turned deathly pale.

But within seconds, Gu Qing’s expression returned to normal.

Only the snapped plastic spoon in her hand bore witness to her momentary loss of composure.

Qi Siyu nervously licked her lips and gently cupped her hands under Gu Qing’s trembling one. “Let go… Open your hand.”

As Gu Qing slowly loosened her grip, the broken spoon, now in three pieces, dropped into Qi Siyu’s palm.

Qi Siyu quickly pulled two rubber balls from her pocket and stuffed them into Gu Qing’s hands. “Here, squeeze these instead. Don’t hurt yourself again.” She had underestimated the situation—Gu Qing moved too quickly, and she hadn’t had time to get these ready.

“I’ve got cork strips in my pocket too,” Qi Siyu added, turning to Gao Li.

Gao Li immediately understood. She pulled out a box, took out a cork strip, and placed it between Gu Qing’s teeth.

The moment the rubber balls touched Gu Qing’s hands, they were crushed out of shape. Qi Siyu’s heart clenched—how painful must it be for her to grip them like that?

【System, is there really no prize or item that can relieve this kind of pain?】

Qi Siyu asked. She had thought of drawing additional prizes the moment she saw the “Facial Restoration After Disfigurement” ointment’s instructions—anything to make the process less painful.

【No. Painkillers work on nerves, but this medicine has to stimulate cellular behavior based on neural feedback.】

The system repeated the mechanism of the drug once again.

【There’s no prize that can help share the pain?】

Qi Siyu persisted.

【There is one: a soul-bonding contract. It allows pain-sharing, but it requires complete spiritual and physical unity.】

The system clarified:

【By that, I mean soul fusion and physical intimacy.】

Qi Siyu clenched her back teeth. That was obviously not an option.

Even if she was willing, Gu Qing wouldn’t be.

At most, she could help wipe the sweat from Gu Qing’s forehead and neck—but Gu Qing had already prepared a warm towel herself, not giving Qi Siyu a chance to help.

So Qi Siyu could only stand there, silently watching, heart aching, full of admiration, and enduring the helpless torment.

Gu Qing had always been someone accustomed to enduring pain. This ointment didn’t just cause localized discomfort—she felt like her soul was trembling.

Still, she endured.

Within just eight minutes, she had adjusted to the pain.

Her gaze fell on the clock, then slowly returned to Qi Siyu’s face.

This gentle person was worried about her, her jaw clenched tightly, muscles tense, as if she too was suffering the same pain.

Xiaoling and Gao Li were also clearly concerned.

Xiaoling’s eyes were fixed nervously on the injured part of her face, afraid of any mishap. Gao Li was observing more analytically.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry,” Gu Qing finally said. Her voice came out strange due to the cork in her mouth.

Qi Siyu froze for a second. Instinctively, she looked at Gu Qing’s hands—her knuckles pale, veins bulging, and the rubber balls still misshapen.

Clearly in pain. How could she possibly say she was fine?

Qi Siyu’s nose stung. How could someone like Gu Qing still think of comforting others while in such agony?

She glanced discreetly at Gao Li and Xiaoling. Both seemed relieved upon hearing Gu Qing speak.

To them, Gu Qing was the unshakeable mountain, the one who always held up the sky.

“Yeah… Not worried. You’ll feel better soon,” Qi Siyu replied awkwardly.

The second hand on the wall clock ticked by in silence. Qi Siyu’s head kept turning—checking the time, then checking Gu Qing.

Half an hour—usually enough to watch TV, scroll through a phone, or get lost in work—now dragged on endlessly.

When the ointment on Gu Qing’s face turned pitch black, the half-hour mark had passed.

Gu Qing’s body visibly relaxed. The rubber balls returned to their original shape and dropped to the floor.

They bounced slightly, but no one paid them any attention.

Qi Siyu saw Gu Qing lift her hand weakly before it fell again. She immediately held Gu Qing’s chin with one hand and removed the cork strip from her mouth with the other.

A neat row of teeth marks on the cork strip spoke volumes about her pain.

“Should we peel it off now?” Gao Li asked.

“Yes, gently,” Qi Siyu replied.

This time, Gao Li’s hands were steady. She carefully used tweezers to lift a corner of the dried, film-like ointment and slowly peeled it away.

The three of them held their breath, hoping for a miracle.

And the miracle happened.

Gao Li could hardly believe her eyes. “Impossible. Just half an hour? Even surgery can’t achieve this.”

The exposed skin was a soft pink, smooth overall, like a healing wound that had just shed its scab.

Qi Siyu was thrilled—the medicine had worked. Gu Qing’s face would recover fully.

She held up a mirror in front of Gu Qing. “Look. In seven days, it’ll be completely restored.”

Gu Qing’s eyes widened in shock—such visible emotion was rare for her.

But soon, she regained composure and thanked Qi Siyu.

“No need to thank me,” Qi Siyu smiled. The weight of the original host’s guilt on her shoulders felt much lighter. “Lie down and rest a bit. You’ve sweated a lot—replenish some fluids, restore your energy, and let your muscles relax.”

The gauze was gently placed back over Gu Qing’s face. The recovery team Qi Siyu had arranged flooded in to help her relax and recover.

The three of them sat down on chairs to rest.

Gao Li was still examining the peeled-off medicine film. As a researcher, she was naturally curious about such a miraculous drug—just like the mysterious powder she had previously obtained from Gu Qing.

Although it was just residual liquid from the bottom of a cup, over time she had collected a decent amount.

Aside from marveling at its properties, Gao Li’s research hadn’t progressed much. She couldn’t reverse-engineer the formula or replicate it.

She couldn’t imagine how many such ancient, miraculous recipes Qi Siyu—or perhaps her ancestral family—might possess.

“Want to study it?” Qi Siyu noticed Gao Li’s obsession and quietly asked.

“What do you mean?” Gao Li asked warily.

“Well…” Qi Siyu chose her words carefully. “Actually, I already knew. Gu Qing always leaves a bit of water behind when she drinks what I give her. I assume she has been giving it to you.”

It happened every time. Qi Siyu would have to be blind not to notice. And she wasn’t exactly dumb.

Let them study it, she thought. If someone could replicate a system product—great.

An idea struck her. What if she supplied Gao Li with more? Maybe even have her camp out in the lab and obsess over it?

“Why?” Gao Li asked after a moment of silence.

“This stuff isn’t some ancestral secret of mine. I got it by chance. No one’s been able to break it down or reproduce it. But the more brains we have, the better. Of course, you will need to sign a confidentiality agreement,” Qi Siyu whispered.

Gao Li wanted to ask why she was chosen—but the answer was obvious: Gu Qing.

Without Gu Qing, she would never have crossed paths with Qi Siyu.

Emotionally, Gao Li very much wanted more samples.

After some internal struggle, she finally said, “I need to discuss it with Gu Qing.”

Qi Siyu immediately understood. “Don’t worry, I won’t use this to coerce her.”

Verbal assurances meant little—especially coming from someone with Qi Siyu’s reputation.

Gao Li just responded with a quiet “mm” and said no more.

Qi Siyu shrugged and didn’t press. She could wait for Gao Li to talk it over with Gu Qing.

She believed Gu Qing would trust her.

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When the group returned home, it was already noon. Lunch had been delivered earlier and was waiting at Lichun Garden.

Gu Qing seemed in good spirits but clearly exhausted, still occasionally wincing from pain.

Thanks to the morning’s nutrition, she wasn’t very hungry. A few bites sufficed.

Qi Siyu and Xiaoling, however, devoured their food ravenously—emotional strain took a toll on the body.

After eating, Qi Siyu returned to the bedroom to find Gu Qing already changed into pajamas and lying on the bed. Her eyes were closed, lips pale, body filled with fatigue.

Her hands rested atop her stomach, and her little finger twitched occasionally. Not frequently, but clearly involuntarily.

Even after massage, the damage from that half hour of strain couldn’t heal so quickly.

Qi Siyu quietly crouched by the bed, staring at the gauze covering the tip of Gu Qing’s chin. How could someone be so strong and yet so gentle?

“What are you looking at?” Gu Qing opened her eyes, unable to ignore Qi Siyu’s intense gaze.

“Does it still hurt?” Qi Siyu’s voice was soft, almost afraid to disturb anything.

“A little,” Gu Qing admitted, though she didn’t know why she felt compelled to be honest.

Qi Siyu gently lifted the corner of the gauze. “Let me blow on it—it won’t hurt anymore.”

Cool air brushed the pink skin. Maybe it helped release histamines, or maybe it was psychological—but Gu Qing found herself accepting Qi Siyu’s words.

In the quiet afternoon, with sunlight blocked by curtains and only soft ceiling lights glowing, Qi Siyu puffed her cheeks and blew clumsily on Gu Qing’s face.

Gu Qing didn’t object. The warmth in her heart spread freely.

If only Qi Siyu were always like this.

Qi Siyu blew so earnestly she dozed off, her head resting beside Gu Qing. She woke up groggily at 2:30 p.m., rubbed her face awake—it was time to prepare for the evening banquet.

She stretched, ready to call her assistant, but realized her phone was still in the living room.

As she stepped out, she saw both her assistant and Gu Qing’s temporary agent, Meng Changyao, already in the living room. Gu Qing sat in a wheelchair, Xiaoling nearby.

In front of them were two rows of rolling racks, draped with evening dresses.

Staff were holding up dresses one by one, introducing them to the group.

Qi Siyu paused, then hurried to Gu Qing. “Stay home and rest. I’ll explain things to my mom.”

She had underestimated the toll of the treatment—Gu Qing shouldn’t have to attend the event. She hadn’t expected the team to arrive so soon.

“It’s fine. I’ve rested enough,” Gu Qing replied calmly.

Qi Siyu observed her closely. Her lips had regained their color.

Gu Qing let her look. She wasn’t lying. Ever since she started drinking Qi Siyu’s water, her health had improved significantly.

Suddenly, Qi Siyu leaned in—one hand gently cupping Gu Qing’s cheek, the other brushing her lower lip.

The gesture wasn’t too hard or too soft—but it lingered. The warmth of her fingertips seemed to seep into Gu Qing’s very soul.

Gu Qing watched as Qi Siyu inspected her own fingers, checking for any signs of foundation or lipstick.

Only when she confirmed there were none did she relax—Gu Qing hadn’t used makeup to conceal her condition.

Then Qi Siyu leaned even closer, her warm breath brushing against Gu Qing’s cheek. The sensation, layered atop the warmth from her fingers, was… a little too warm.

Gu Qing instinctively leaned back.

“No makeup confirmed,” Qi Siyu declared.

Gu Qing gazed steadily at her, her smoky gray eyes tinged with confusion. After a pause, she replied, “Mm.” It was both an acknowledgment and an understanding of what Qi Siyu had done.

“I’m really fine,” she emphasized.

“Mm. Let’s come home early tonight,” Qi Siyu said, straightening up and sweeping her gaze across the room.

The staff, assistant, and agent all lowered their heads. Years in the entertainment industry had taught them what not to look at.

Only Xiaoling glared at Qi Siyu, her eyes full of accusation—as if scolding her for touching Gu Qing so casually.

Qi Siyu glared back. She was just concerned for Gu Qing’s condition—completely justified!

“Find something comfortable for Gu Qing. As long as it’s appropriate,” she instructed.

Evening gowns were usually form-fitting, but suits could be more relaxed.

Gu Qing chose a pale pink satin high-collar blouse, layered with a cropped, buttonless light-gold blazer. Elegant and refined, the soft tones gave her cool beauty a touch of warmth.

The event was Qi Siyu’s aunt’s birthday banquet—formal but not overly stiff.

As for her lower half, Gu Qing remained in a wheelchair, draped in a blanket. Comfort came first.

Qi Siyu wore a white blouse under an icy blue straight-cut suit, paired with matching trousers. A silver-toned mechanical watch with a starry sky motif adorned her wrist—graceful, dignified, but a little aloof.

Still, when she smiled, the coolness of her outfit melted away.

She chuckled to herself: dress cold, stay expressionless like Gu Qing—maybe people would stop trying to chat, and they could head home early.

Hopefully, the original host’s mother wouldn’t bring any trouble.