Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 54

“No need, thank you,” Gu Qing forced the words out with great difficulty, but her refusal remained firm.

She had already indulged herself earlier at the table—now, she chose to endure it.

The outfit carefully selected by Qi Siyu was nearly torn from Gu Qing’s tight grip. She was simply waiting for the suppressant.

Her glands were in good condition; all she had to do was hold on until the suppressant kicked in. It would be painful and uncomfortable for a while, but there would be no lasting consequences.

She could bear it.

“Alright, we’ll wait for the suppressant then,” Qi Siyu said, her heart aching. Gu Qing was too independent, too strong. She had once thought that after Gu Qing’s glands healed, she would never agree to a temporary mark again—but when something happened, all those principles vanished.

She helped Gu Qing onto a bench in the garden and took a tissue from her pocket to gently wipe away the sweat on her forehead.

Soon, Gu Xiaoling and Gao Li arrived with the suppressant, trailed by a nervous restaurant manager who feared another incident.

“Inject it into the gland,” Gu Qing said calmly.

Suppressants were rarely injected directly into her glands in the past due to early medical diagnoses that showed abnormalities.

But now that Grandma Zhang, the hospital in Country H, and the public hospital they visited this afternoon had all confirmed her glands were healthy and strong, it was time to give it a try.

Gu Xiaoling’s hand froze as she rolled up Gu Qing’s sleeve. The tears she’d cried earlier were still clinging to her face, and a fresh wave began streaming down again. She sniffled and quietly responded, “Okay.”

“I’ll do it,” Gao Li said, noticing Gu Xiaoling’s trembling hands. She quickly took over and injected the suppressant into Gu Qing’s gland with practiced ease.

On the pale and delicate nape of her neck, a fresh puncture mark appeared on the vulnerable little gland, with a tiny bead of blood welling up.

Yet her skin remained pristine, unmarred by any bite marks or the flushed swelling that would follow.

Qi Siyu hadn’t seen Gu Qing in this position—exposing the back of her neck—for several days. But this time, it wasn’t for her. And she wasn’t the only one seeing it.

Her eyes drifted toward the empty syringe shell in Gao Li’s hand. Her canines itched, envious of the needle that got to “kiss” Gu Qing.

But that jealousy had nowhere to go. Qi Siyu could only internalize it.

So after Gao Li tossed the used syringe into the special disposal bin, Qi Siyu quietly fished it back out again.

Just like the soft bite block Gu Qing had once used, this would also become a keepsake—an addition to Qi Siyu’s private treasure box.

Thankfully, they had nearly finished eating before the episode occurred. Though the incident left them rattled, at least they weren’t hungry.

After parting ways with Gao Li, the three of them headed home by car.

In the back seat, Gu Xiaoling sat with slumped shoulders, occasionally sniffing and wiping her tears.

At first, Qi Siyu found it mildly amusing. But the longer she watched, the more irritated she got. “Nothing even happened in the end! What are you crying about? So annoying.”

Despite her guilt and sorrow, Gu Xiaoling still shot her a glare. “What do you know? I’m reflecting on myself.”

“I’m really sorry, Gu-jie,” she said sincerely to Gu Qing. “I didn’t bring the suppressant today because I thought we were just going to the hospital. I swear from now on, I’ll never leave without it.”

Gu Qing had calmed down by now and was leaning back with her eyes closed, resting. She murmured, “Mm. It’s not your fault.”

“What?!” Qi Siyu suddenly sat upright. “You went to the hospital? Why? Are you feeling unwell?”

“Just a checkup,” Gu Qing replied blandly.

Qi Siyu looked as if she’d been struck by lightning. Why go all the way to another hospital for a checkup? Did she not trust the Gao family’s private medical team?

But then again, those foreign hospitals had nothing to do with her. Qi Siyu quickly comforted herself—Gu Qing just wanted to be thorough, to double-confirm the diagnosis.

It was like when someone got a serious diagnosis—they would naturally visit several hospitals to rule out misdiagnosis.

Her glands had suddenly recovered—anyone would be suspicious. It was normal for Gu Qing to want more tests.

“The results were all good, right?” Qi Siyu asked, smiling again.

Gu Qing hummed in affirmation.

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That night was peaceful.

Lying on her side, Qi Siyu sat cross-legged on the carpet. A small incense burner smoldered in front of her, smoke curling upward.

At home, with plenty of space, she decided to bathe, burn incense, and wash her hands in a golden basin—rituals for a lucky lottery draw.

She knew it was ridiculous, but who didn’t want a bit of luck?

Eighty ten-pulls deserved some reverence.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Siyu initiated the draw.

She didn’t even skip the animation, praying she would avoid another round of moist towelettes.

But the icon floating above the treasure chest was unfamiliar. Her heart leapt—was her luck finally turning?

Upon closer inspection, she fell silent.

Seven identical icons—not moist towelettes this time, but… incense sticks.

Exactly like the ones she was burning. Same packaging. Mediocre quality. Zero uniqueness.

Damn. Moist towelettes were more practical.

Was it because she wasn’t drawing from the bathroom this time that they didn’t show up?

Sighing, Qi Siyu stuffed the incense sticks into her system inventory and focused on the remaining three items.

One was the [Facial Restoration Elixir] she had intentionally selected, hoping to give Gao Li more samples for research—seven doses weren’t enough, so she would pulled again.

Of the remaining two, one was a [Hair Growth Pill]—again—and the other, something new: [Sleep Incense].

Far more useful than the seven generic sticks. Once lit, it induced deep, dreamless sleep within five minutes. In the morning, the user would wake refreshed and well-rested.

Each box contained seven sticks, usable up to three people at once.

Qi Siyu now had a theory—could it be that non-designated prizes were influenced by her surroundings?

Still, she didn’t need [Hair Growth Pills] or [Sleep Incense]—her hair was lush, and she could fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

She relocated to the bathroom and drew again.

Lo and behold—seven packs of moist towelettes, one bottle of her designated [YuanKang Powder], another [Hair Growth Pill], and a bottle of perfume.

This time, the perfume’s scent had already been set—it was fresh and invigorating.

Not bad.

[System, is there some kind of unspoken rule with these draws?] Qi Siyu inquired. [I used to only get one good item max, but now there are two pretty often.]

[The system occasionally picks up on your subconscious desires and tailors the rewards to meet those needs,] the system explained. [Basic prizes are usually based on your surroundings. High-quality item slots, however, are tied to your intimacy level with the female lead.]

[You may recall, when you were in a susceptibility phase and climbed into the female lead’s bed, your lips briefly touched hers. That was recorded as a kiss by the system.]

Initially, only one high-tier prize slot existed. After the temporary mark, a second opened.

A kiss unlocked the third.

If Qi Siyu and Gu Qing shared a deeper kiss or a full mark, even more prize slots would open.

Qi Siyu’s scalp tingled.

In the hands of a morally bankrupt host, wouldn’t Gu Qing already be eaten clean by now?

With the system’s help, imprisoning someone would be effortless.

Shuddering at the thought, Qi Siyu quickly banished the idea. No way. I would never do that.

After regaining her composure, she moved from the bathroom to the kitchen. Maybe she will score some gourmet spices.

Her next goal was to improve the trash script for Which Me Do You Love?

Following the system’s advice, she drew a virtual prize: [One Gold-Standard Script Rewrite by a Master Screenwriter].

It would take 24 hours for the polished script to be delivered.

[System, what if I tried asking for something more abstract—like a way to get the producers to agree to my script changes or let me direct?]

[Sorry, that’s beyond the prize pool’s direct capabilities. But you could draw a [Hypnosis Watch] to control the producer, or get a [Mind Reading] skill card to identify their weakness and then draw something to exploit it.]

I’m not trying to break the law here, Qi Siyu muttered.

Better to wait for the person her original host’s father had arranged to contact her.

While waiting for lunch earlier, Qi Siyu had done more than just mess with notification sounds.

That contact was now negotiating with the producer and would get back to her once things were settled.

This time, in addition to the designated screenwriter prize, Qi Siyu also drew seven bottles of aged vinegar—so the trip to the kitchen wasn’t a total waste.

The other two items were, again, [Sleep Incense] and [Hair Growth Pills].

She booked a few local couriers to send the wet wipes and vinegar to the original host’s friends and family.

The vinegar tasted pretty good, so she kept two bottles and gave the rest away.

Recipients of wet wipes/vinegar: ???

Feeling satisfied with the day’s haul, Qi Siyu packed away the incense burner and gold basin and went to clean up.

She chose a pretty box to gift the perfume to Gu Qing.

Out of the blue and with no occasion, Gu Qing gave her a sidelong glance, then accepted the gift. “Thank you.”

“Hehe, no need to thank me,” Qi Siyu said, smiling sheepishly.

Gu Qing opened the box and found a pyramid-shaped bottle of perfume. It had a striking design, so she sprayed a little to try it out.

Qi Siyu was still lost in the warmth of Gu Qing’s soft “thank you” when she saw her move and panicked. “Wait—!”

“Don’t spray it—it’s a stimulant,” Qi Siyu’s voice weakened as the minty fragrance wafted toward her.

Gu Qing sniffed, finding it refreshing. “The scent’s not bad. This small amount shouldn’t have much effect, right?”

Qi Siyu wasn’t so sure. But remembering how potent the hair-growth pill was, she figured anything from the system had to be strong.

Sure enough, after staying wide awake until dawn, Gu Qing decided she will never touch that perfume at night again.

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Two days later, Qi Siyu finally received word: Producer Su Ningqing was willing to meet her.

The contact arranged by the original host’s father said Su Ningqing was extremely displeased about her desire to change the script. She only agreed to meet because of Qi Siyu’s grandfather.

Could it be… did Su Ningqing write the script herself?

Qi Siyu brought the newly revised script to the meeting, only to be blasted by Su Ningqing before she could even speak.

“You think you can just change a script like that? Do you know what it means to a writer?”

“Busybody. If you didn’t respect the work, you shouldn’t have accepted it. You think the entertainment industry revolves around you?”

“You’re so talented, why don’t you fly to heaven?!”

…

Qi Siyu quietly endured Su Ningqing’s twenty-minute tirade, which revolved entirely around her wanting to rewrite the script.

Conclusion: this script was extremely important to Su Ningqing.

Could it really be hers?

Once she calmed down, Qi Siyu asked timidly, “Forgive me for asking—what’s your relationship to the writer?”

“She’s my wife. Got a problem with that?” Su Ningqing downed three cups of tea, worn out from her rant.

“Uh… wouldn’t enrolling her in a writing course help? Everyone wins,” Qi Siyu offered slowly.

Su Ningqing’s face twisted with fury. “If a class could fix it, we wouldn’t be here!”

At least she’s willing to take the class, Qi Siyu thought. She called out to the system, Can I draw a teacher who can help Su Ningqing’s wife improve her skills?

Yes, and it will be legal and appropriate. But Host, a full course could cost hundreds of pulls. You would be better off drawing a [Master Screenwriter] skill card—one use, one complete script transformation.

Can I pull one lesson at a time instead?

Yes.

Great. Better to teach someone to fish than give them a fish. Qi Siyu didn’t want to read that awful script again and figured this would also let her get a grip on Su Ningqing.

She already had a plan but didn’t share it right away. “Don’t rush. How about taking a look at this script first?”

She pulled out the polished draft rewritten by the system’s master screenwriter.

Su Ningqing scoffed, but out of respect for their family connections, she flipped through it.

Half an hour later…

“I admit this script is good—might even be a breakout hit. But I’m not letting you use it. The old one, no matter how bad, is my wife’s blood and sweat. I spent all this money just to help her fulfill her dream.”

Or maybe to launder money?

“I heard your director’s… not young and not exactly known for good films. Even if you won’t change the script, maybe get a better director?”

Su Ningqing’s expression turned thunderous. “That’s her mother.”

Qi Siyu’s lips twitched. “Gu Qing has done a few shows under your production label. They can’t all be written by your wife, right?”

“So what if they are? I’m rich—I can be willful.”

“Don’t want to film? Pay the penalty.”

Qi Siyu smiled faintly. “It’s not that I can’t pay…”

“You saw the quality of this script. Why not have your wife study under this master? Gentle teaching, encouragement-based, painless improvement.”

“After one course, she might not hit this level, but writing something decent should be no problem at all.”

Su Ningqing: …

She was starting to wonder if this was a scam. Had Qi Siyu been targeting her wife all along?

“Miss Qi, even if my grandmother and your grandfather were close, you should know my temper. Try to screw me over, and I won’t hold back.”

That’s basically a yes.

Qi Siyu beamed. “Of course I wouldn’t.”

They agreed to meet the day after tomorrow. Su Ningqing would bring her wife to meet the “teacher.” If her wife agreed, they would proceed. If not, deal off.

Qi Siyu naturally accepted.

When she got home, the first thing she did was go looking for Gu Qing, who was quietly reading.

She plopped down beside her and grabbed her left hand.

Gu Qing:

Isn’t it usually at night when she acts like this?

Qi Siyu grinned sheepishly. What could she say—she just had too many draws lined up.

Who said episodes couldn’t happen in broad daylight?