Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 55

The Pear Spring Garden penthouse came equipped with a spacious study and a large audio-visual room—perfect for giving Su Ningqing’s wife her lessons.

[System, what exactly is the format of this class? A live teacher?] Qi Siyu asked, curious.

[Host, you can think of it as a holographic projection. If you’ve read xianxia novels, you could even liken it to a spiritual apparition. Everyone will perceive it as a real person. In short, it won’t cause you any trouble—the system will rationalize their identity accordingly.] The system replied dutifully.

[Great, great.]

The night before Su Ningqing’s wife was scheduled to arrive, Qi Siyu once again bathed meticulously and lit incense—this time she set the drawing location in the study, hoping she might get something useful.

As for the designated reward, she didn’t even bother to get her hopes up. The system never got that part wrong. What she really cared about were the other two high-quality draw slots.

When the draw animation ended, Qi Siyu rubbed her hands and peered closely at the small icons floating above the treasure chests.

This time, the “normal” prize turned out to be a fountain pen. She picked one up to examine—it seemed decently made. Probably a standard thousand-yuan model. Nothing special.

Her eyes then moved to the three premium items. One was [Gold-Tier Screenwriting Course Card · I], while the other two were… rather bizarre:

[Teaching Tool: Pointer], and

[Training Tool: Soft Whip]

Qi Siyu tapped open the descriptions. The pointer, when used on a student, had two effects: one, it caused sharp, instant pain—enough to jolt them awake, but without harming the body; and two, it could increase intelligence, clear brain fog, and enhance learning ability.

Hiss—what a treasure.

But the soft whip? That one was downright embarrassing. According to its description, while it caused a mild sting, its primary effect was pleasure—it also happened to heighten arousal.

Probably something those BDSM types would go wild for.

Damn it. Qi Siyu felt like her eyes had just been corrupted. She quickly closed the description and tossed the soft whip into the system backpack’s “black room.”

A decent and upright reward pool—why would it generate something like that? She called for justice!

As for the pointer, it was useful, sure—but where was she supposed to use it? She couldn’t exactly hand it over to the system-assigned teacher. Su Ningqing’s wife clearly needed a gentle approach.

So, with a sigh, she tossed the pointer into her backpack too.

Lastly, Qi Siyu read through how to activate the course card. She filled in the desired time, location, and teaching style on the back, and like clockwork, the “gold-tier screenwriter” would show up for the lesson.

She herself had never even taken a course from a top director. Lucky Su Ningqing’s wife.

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The next morning, at 8:30 sharp, Su Ningqing arrived at Qi Siyu’s home with her wife and a whole entourage of bodyguards.

Thank goodness the living room in this penthouse was huge—otherwise, the dozen or so guards might not have fit.

“This is my wife, Su Ningmo,” Su Ningqing said proactively. “Mo, this is Qi Siyu—she’s the one who arranged your instructor.”

“Hello, Sister Qi! Can you call me Jasmine? That’s what all my friends call me.” Su Ningmo had a baby face and an innocent air that made it hard to imagine how she’d ended up with someone as rough around the edges as Su Ningqing.

Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and though she tried to hide it, her eyes were clearly searching the room.

“Sure, Jasmine. Are you looking for the teacher? They’re waiting in the study,” Qi Siyu said warmly. She enjoyed being around bright and innocent types.

“Oh no, not the teacher,” Su Ningmo quickly shook her head, a little embarrassed. “I heard from my wife that Ms. Gu is also staying here. I—I’m a huge fan of hers.”

Qi Siyu: !

No wonder every script Su Ningmo submitted had Gu Qing as the lead. If Su Ningmo got a bit more talented, she would be the perfect fan.

But wait—the original novel never mentioned this. And if Su Ningmo was Gu Qing’s fan, why had she allowed directors and cast members to bully her?

[System, what’s going on here?]

[Su Ningmo once stumbled upon a script that Gu Qing had marked up. She was so heartbroken, she returned to her hometown to recover.]

Given how much Su Ningqing adored her wife, the fact that she hadn’t sabotaged Gu Qing—just for being her idol—was already a show of restraint.

Hiss… That girl’s heart really was fragile.

“Gu Qing went to the hospital for a follow-up. How about we all eat lunch together later?” Qi Siyu asked.

“Sure! Let’s head to class first, then.” Su Ningmo was so excited she looked like she might faint.

Su Ningqing pulled Qi Siyu aside, whispering through gritted teeth, “You mentioned everything to the teacher, right? My wife got a fragile ego and a vanity streak—if she ends up crying, it’s on you.”

Qi Siyu forced a smile. “Relax. I made sure the teaching will be gentle. You can even sit in. If you think something’s off, just stop it.”

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Once in the study, the three were greeted by a kind-looking elderly woman—soft features and a grandmotherly vibe that immediately put people at ease.

Su Ningmo ran over to greet her, and the screenwriting teacher immediately launched into a stream of compliments, effortlessly closing the distance between them.

But Qi Siyu couldn’t help but glance at the pointer in the old woman’s hand. Wait a minute—wasn’t that the same one she drew last night?

She checked her system backpack—sure enough, the pointer was gone.

Oh no. Don’t let her use it!

“You can leave now, dear. We’re about to begin,” the old woman said kindly.

[Host, due to your profession as a director, Mrs. Jin has requested that you leave—she’s worried about you stealing lessons.] the system explained flatly.

Qi Siyu: …

[What’s with the pointer?!] she gritted out.

[It was in the contract—to provide the teacher with appropriate instructional tools.]

Ugh. Qi Siyu faked another smile. “Alright, I’ll step out. Call me if you need anything.”

When she opened the study door, she found the bodyguards lined up like a security squad ready to storm in at the slightest sound.

They were more like the masters of this house than she was.

Qi Siyu clicked her tongue. Fine. If this teacher failed to meet expectations, she would just file a complaint against the system.

Let the chips fall where they may.

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It was now day six of Gu Qing’s facial treatment. Her face had mostly healed—especially that small patch, which, from a distance, looked completely normal.

So today, Gu Qing didn’t need Qi Siyu to accompany her. Qi Siyu stayed home to host the Su couple and the screenwriting teacher.

To outsiders, she claimed the teacher was a distant relative who often went off the grid to live in the mountains.

Later, she returned to her room and started a video call with Gao Li.

Gao Li picked up instantly. “Just got to the hospital—about to apply the medicine.”

“You brought all the supplies, right?” Qi Siyu asked.

“Tch. Like you’re the only one who’s thorough? I’ve been taking care of Gu Qing for years, okay? I don’t need your reminders,” Gu Xiaoling’s voice called from the background.

Qi Siyu rolled her eyes. Showing concern is normal, alright? She was just worried about Gu Qing!

Ignoring Xiaoling, she turned back to Gao Li. “Can you set the phone somewhere steady? I need to watch Gu Qing.”

“In case anything unexpected happens and you don’t catch it,” she added when Gao Li hesitated.

Gao Li looked at Gu Qing, who nodded. Only then did she agree. “Alright.”

Qi Siyu watched as Gao Li and Xiaoling applied the medication. Gu Qing was soon covered in sweat, just like the past few days.

Her heart still ached—but it would all be over soon. That thought kept her mood relatively positive.

“Gu Qing, guess what—the screenwriter of your new script is your fan! She specifically picked you as the lead because she likes you.”

Gu Qing opened her eyes, unsure whether to feel happy or not. The script had been… objectively awful.

“Don’t worry! With a gold-tier screenwriter coaching her, she’s bound to revise it into something great. You don’t need to bother with the old version.” As she said this, Qi Siyu darted into the bedroom and locked the marked-up script in a drawer.

No way was she letting the fragile fangirl stumble across it and burst into tears again.

“She’s a real glass heart, you know. Her wife even warned me…” Qi Siyu rambled, trying to distract Gu Qing from the pain.

At the same time, she kept an ear on the study. No yelling from the Su couple, no guards rushing in—that meant things were going well.

The script situation seemed under control. Everything was heading in a good direction.

Now the only unresolved problem seemed to be Gu Qing’s biological parents.

Multitasking, Qi Siyu opened her assistant’s chat window, urged them to dig deeper, and sent a bonus while she was at it.

Assistant: On it right away!

The assistant grinned—just a little over a month of bonuses had already matched a whole quarter’s salary.

Please, heavens, let President Qi keep sending me tasks!

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The gold-tier screenwriting session lasted a while. It wasn’t until noon that the study doors opened.

Su Ningmo immediately ran out looking for Qi Siyu, gushing about how amazing the teacher was and how grateful she was for the introduction.

Qi Siyu smiled sincerely. As long as she was satisfied, that was enough.

She peeked into the study. The elderly teacher was gently wiping the pointer—had she even used it?

“Qi-jie, will the teacher be joining us for lunch?” Su Ningmo asked.

“No,” Qi Siyu shook her head. “She’s currently on a spiritual retreat—prepares her own meals.”

“We’re heading to the restaurant now. Gu Qing’s already on her way.”

“My wife loves sweets,” Su Ningqing started rambling. “She can’t handle spicy or salty, and she hates scallions, ginger, and garlic…”

“Alright, alright,” Su Ningmo quickly silenced her. “I’m not picky at all, Qi-jie. Don’t listen to her slandering me.” Then she leaned in and whispered, “If you ruin my image in front of my idol, you’re not getting into bed tonight.”

Su Ningqing licked her wife’s palm and whispered something lewd.

Qi Siyu, standing just a few feet away, got goosebumps. Do they have to be so NSFW in broad daylight?!

She glanced at the overly clingy couple with a hint of envy. Having a wife really is nice.

She was probably doomed to be single in this world… but at least she had Gu Qing, her fellow career-obsessed companion.

Having someone to walk alongside wasn’t bad.

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To avoid any “accidents” like last time, Qi Siyu booked a private room—with its own air system. Even if dozens of Omegas went into heat outside, it would be fine.

By the time she led the Su couple in, Gu Qing and the others were already seated.

The moment Su Ningmo saw her idol, she ran over, cheeks flushed, clutching a photo and pen for an autograph.

Gu Qing handled fans gently and with perfect composure—she showed warmth without making Su Ningmo feel nervous.

Su Ningmo was even more enamored now. She’d originally loved Gu Qing’s work—now she loved the person even more. Throughout lunch, she chattered away beside Gu Qing.

She barely paid attention to Su Ningqing—only occasionally nibbling on food placed in her bowl.

Su Ningqing was practically radiating jealousy but didn’t dare show it. So she channeled all her anger toward Qi Siyu, glaring daggers.

Qi Siyu responded with a smug grin: nya-nya-nya~

Her phone buzzed.

Su Ningqing: Control your wife. OK?

Those two bold words—your wife—sat on the screen like it was burning a hole in her palm.

Qi Siyu nearly dropped her phone.

She blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the blinding glow those words gave off, then typed back quickly:

“What nonsense. Gu Qing and I are just friends!”

Su Ningqing frowned and fired back:

“Spare me. She lives with you, you jump through hoops to get her a good script, and you look at her like she’s your whole world. Try again.”

The phone slipped from her fingers and hit the ground with a loud thud, drawing everyone’s attention.

“What happened?” Su Ningmo looked around, startled like a little deer.

Gu Qing looked calmly at Qi Siyu—she didn’t say a word, but her gaze clearly asked, what’s going on?

“Nothing! Just a slip of the hand.” Qi Siyu bent down, flustered beyond belief, her face burning hot. She really didn’t want to look up.

Her gaze toward Gu Qing was pure and innocent—not at all clingy!

Just another case of a straight-A’s ignorance about genuine friendship, that’s all! she told herself.

After a bit of self-brainwashing and cooling off, she finally sat upright again.

“Did your phone have oil on it or are your hands just slippery? Took you a whole minute and a half to pick it up,” Su Ningqing teased, checking her watch.

“Maybe someone’s been blinded by pig oil and lost their sense of judgment,” Qi Siyu muttered back under her breath.

Su Ningqing shook her head. “Some people are just willfully blind—treating everyone else like idiots.”

“What are you two whispering about? I hate cryptic talk,” Su Ningmo pouted, and just like that, Su Ningqing abandoned the verbal sparring to appease her wife.

Qi Siyu glanced at Gu Qing—only to see her looking down at her phone, fingers moving.

Suddenly, Gu Qing’s voice echoed loud and clear from Qi Siyu’s phone:

“Look at your phone.”

The entire room turned to look. At Qi Siyu.

Qi Siyu didn’t dare look at anything. She just wanted to dig a hole and vanish.

Ahhhhh—why didn’t I put it on silent?!