Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 56

Just when Qi Siyu was drowning in secondhand embarrassment, Su Ningmo finally realized what was happening—and got excited.

“I didn’t know you were into Ms. Gu’s voice packs too, Sister Qi!”

“I’ve collected so many of them! Where did you get yours? I don’t even have that one!”

Su Ningmo leaned across Su Ningqing and held up her phone for Qi Siyu to see, tapping to play her own voice collection:

“After the storm comes the rainbow. Hang in there.”

“It’s easier to fly against the wind.”

Those were from the motivational pack.

“Time to eat.”

“Eat now!”

“Rest!”

These were from the daily-life category.

“You are my most precious treasure.”

“I’ll always love my little cuckoo bird.”

And those—clearly—were for hardcore fans only.

Some clips were taken from Gu Qing’s dramas, others were stitched together from interviews or repurposed lines from various roles.

With each voice line that played, Qi Siyu sat a little straighter, raised her chin a little higher, slowly recovering from her initial embarrassment.

Gu Qing is a celebrity. What’s wrong with using a celebrity’s voice pack?

Nothing. She told herself. Absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.

But the moment she met Gu Qing’s ashen-gray eyes—eyes that seemed to see right through everything—her confidence wavered again.

Feeling guilty made her fidgety. To distract herself, she threw herself into the conversation with Su Ningmo.

“Yeah, I know, right? Where do you usually use yours?”

“Alarms, ringtones, stuffed animals—anywhere I can!” Su Ningmo listed proudly. “Oh! And after Ms. Gu sang on that variety show, I made that song my ringtone. It’s so good!”

“Those music shows that didn’t invite her have zero taste!”

“Right? I have the high-def version. What’s your audio quality like?”

Qi Siyu kept chatting while sneaking glances at Gu Qing. Back then, she’d made Gu Qing perform on the street to trick her into thinking she had supernatural abilities. So many twists followed… she still wasn’t sure if Gu Qing ever suspected anything.

Probably too busy questioning life itself.

Gu Qing was now lost in thought, listening to her own voice coming from Su Ningmo’s phone.

It actually… sounded quite nice.

Gao Li leaned in and whispered to Gu Qing, “Sis… was that a magic mic, or were you lip-syncing?”

She had studied the clip over and over, but couldn’t figure it out.

Having grown up with Gu Qing, Gao Li knew full well how tone-deaf she was. She’d even once taken her to a doctor, thinking there was something wrong with her vocal cords.

Gu Qing: ……

“If you want to know, ask Qi Siyu.” Gu Qing said. It had to be her doing. She still didn’t understand what exactly happened back then.

If it was just the microphone, then only the live stream audience should’ve heard the edited version. But the crowd at the scene had clearly been captivated too.

Were they all paid actors?

•

Her wife was practically sprawled across her—soft, warm, fragrant—Su Ningqing should’ve been satisfied.

But her wife was leaning past her to chat with that idiot Alpha next to them.

She was not satisfied. In fact, she wanted to smash Qi Siyu’s head in.

Earlier, she was about to ask Qi Siyu to keep Gu Qing in check, to stop her wife from fangirling so hard.

Now look—her wife had become Qi Siyu’s fangirl too.

A proper Alpha actually had the nerve to set Gu Qing’s voice as a command ringtone? Pathetic.

Unlike me, she thought, I just secretly record my wife’s soft little moans to listen to later.

The entire meal passed with Su Ningqing silently fuming in her many creative ways.

Before leaving, Su Ningmo added both Qi Siyu and Gu Qing on WeChat, promising to share more clips next time.

The moment the Su family drove off, Qi Siyu’s phone buzzed.

Another warning from Su Ningqing.

She immediately fired back with a tongue-out emoji and a cheeky message:

[Why don’t you become a fan with your wife, if you’ve got the guts~]

In the car, Qi Siyu finally dared to open her chat with Gu Qing. She’d been too nervous to do it earlier.

Gu Qing: Your forehead’s oily.

Qi Siyi: !!!

“Aaaaah! Is there still oil on my face?!” Qi Siyu frantically grabbed a tissue and started scrubbing at her face. She couldn’t believe she’d eaten through the whole meal like that!

Gu Qing gently took the tissue from her and dabbed near her temple. “It’s gone.”

Qi Siyu wanted to cry. She’d wondered why Gu Qing messaged her out of the blue—turns out it was for a legitimate reason after all.

Still embarrassed, she lowered her head. “Thanks…”

Then, despite the shame, she started trying to explain. Half-truth, half-lie: “I saw someone post a voice clip in the fan super-topic and just… followed the trend. I found some words, spliced them together, and set it as a notification sound.”

No need to mention it was her special alert tone for Gu Qing messages.

“It’s a bit choppy,” Gu Qing said calmly. “If you want, I can record them for you.”

Qi Siyu’s head shot up, eyes sparkling. “Really?! That’s amazing! Thank you! We can use the home studio—it’s fully equipped.”

Whether Gu Qing meant it politely or not—Qi Siyu was absolutely going to take her up on it.

“Okay,” Gu Qing nodded. “Xiaoling, help me gather a list of all the voice clips from the super-topic or popular phrases—I’ll record them all.”

Oh. She’s doing this for the fans.

Qi Siyu’s heart dropped like a rollercoaster. But hey—she could still ride that high. If Gu Qing loved her fans, then Qi Siyu would be her most devoted fan.

Cuckoo bird, was it? She’d cuckoo right along with her.

“Hmm?” Gu Qing turned toward her, puzzled.

Qi Siyu froze. Crap. She had just actually cuckooed out loud!

“Ahem… Just a random little noise,” she coughed awkwardly. Her toes curled from embarrassment—they’d been working overtime today.

“If you’re still hungry, we can stop for snacks,” Gu Qing said, assuming the sound came from her stomach.

“No, no, I’m fine!” Qi Siyu shrank into her seat. Not hungry, not dying. Just humiliated.

As soon as the car stopped, Qi Siyu bolted outside for fresh air. Gotta shake off that shame and revive herself.

“Let’s go to the studio!” she beamed, but paused mid-step. “Wait—shouldn’t we nap first?”

“Oh, you do remember our Gu-jie needs rest?” Xiaoling couldn’t help but jab.

“Yes! Because I’m considerate! Super thoughtful! Bleh~” Qi Siyu made a silly face at her, then turned to Gu Qing. “Right?”

She was getting bold—actually competing for Gu Qing’s affection now. When Xiaoling first came around, Qi Siyu had envied the soft way Gu Qing looked at her.

But now? She felt she could at least be on equal footing.

“Yes,” Gu Qing replied, “but I’m not tired. No need to rest.”

With that, she rolled herself forward in the wheelchair.

Qi Siyu clicked her tongue, gave Xiaoling a smug glance, and quickly followed.

Gao Li stopped Xiaoling with a hand on her shoulder. She was curious to hear Gu Qing sing again, so she tagged along too.

“Why do you keep picking on her? Her family’s got power. We don’t.”

“I’m not worried about that!” Xiaoling pouted. “I’m scared Gu-jie’s getting too soft on her. I’m afraid she’ll get hurt.”

“Even if she’s pretending again, so what?” Gao Li shrugged. “Snapping at her won’t help. Might just make her target you instead.”

“We only have a little over a month left until that deadline Qi Siyu gave. If she doesn’t divorce or terminate the contract by then… well, unless we flee to some remote mountain and cut off all contact with modern life, we’re stuck.”

Gao Li flicked Xiaoling on the forehead. “So be patient, yeah?”

“Ow! Why did you hit me?” Xiaoling grumbled. “Fine, I’ll wait. But if she does honor her promise… what then? What are we supposed to do? You always get to know things first—tell me!”

She tugged on Gao Li’s arm like a spoiled child.

“I don’t know either. Gu-jie’s getting harder and harder to read. We’ll just go with whatever she decides,” Gao Li said, unwilling to worry about hypotheticals.

Xiaoling puffed her cheeks but let it go. Still, she swore to herself—she would hold back from snapping at Qi Siyu. At least to her face.
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In the studio, Qi Siyu adjusted the recording equipment while Gu Qing flipped through the printed scripts.

Xiaoling, despite her temper, was efficient. She gone off to brew some pear water—recording all those lines would be rough on the throat.

Gao Li, unfamiliar with sound work, sat to the side reading old texts. She’d been researching ancient manuscripts lately, hoping to aid their ongoing investigation.

If she wasn’t so curious about Gu Qing’s singing voice, she would still be buried in her research lab.

“All right! Let’s start.” Qi Siyu clapped her hands. “We’ll record one line at a time—it’ll make it easier for fans to download later.”

Gu Qing’s voice matched her aloof temperament—clear and cool like a mountain stream in winter. It was oddly energizing to listen to.

Xiaoling had compiled 185 lines in total. Some were simple—reminders to eat, hydrate, exercise, rest, and work. Others were famous motivational quotes. The rest were affectionate lines for fans, all based on Gu Qing’s character image.

Qi Siyu was in heaven.

Gu Qing had once played a psychotic killer. One of the fan-favorite quotes was:

“You smell so good. So beautiful. I want to make you into an eternal specimen, pressed into my ribs. We’ll be together forever.”

Gu Qing had nailed the role’s obsession and madness. The original novel didn’t include this line, but Qi Siyi was sure it was her real voice in the drama.

But Gu Qing had never played a bubbly girl or cheerful sunshine type. Qi Siyu suddenly wondered—could her nearly-expressionless face even manage a big smile?

She will have to ask sometime.

They recorded for over two hours. By the end, Gu Qing’s voice was hoarse. She drank some water and wiped sweat from her brow. Switching tones and moods wasn’t easy work.

Gao Li snapped out of her reading. “So, can you still sing? Looks like I came for nothing.”

“Sing what?” Qi Siyu asked, confused.

“That song from earlier—Gu Qing’s singing is usually terrible, but she was amazing on that variety show.”

“I never said I will sing,” Gu Qing said coolly.

“Well, fine. But if you do figure it out, let me know. I wanna sing well too,” Gao Li waved goodbye and snuck a pear for the road.

Qi Siyu watched her go in disbelief. How can she give up so easily?

“She likes a Beta,” Gu Qing said coldly.

“Huh?” Qi Siyu blinked, then shouted, “I only wanted her to convince you to sing again! Why would I be interested in her?!”

“Mm. No need to be so loud,” Gu Qing said flatly.

“You accused me first!” Qi Siyu fumed. Wait… was her gaze really that obvious?

If Su Ningqing was right, and she stared at Gu Qing that way…

Could Gu Qing tell too?

Her confidence faltered.

“My bad.” Gu Qing’s expression didn’t change. “I’m going to rest. Please send the recordings to the team.”

“Sure, sure.”

Once everyone was gone, Qi Siyu sat cross-legged on the carpet, chin in hands, deep in thought.

Should she wear colored contacts? Or sunglasses?

They say eyes are the windows to the soul—but this window was way too transparent.

Contacts might be uncomfortable. At least they were for her… not sure how things worked in this novel world.

Screw it. She ordered twenty pairs of sunglasses in one go.

All styles—indoor, outdoor. She was ready.

—

Meanwhile, back in her bedroom, Gu Qing locked the door, opened her phone’s voice recorder, and tried singing the two songs she’d performed on the show.

To her surprise, she still sounded… good.

She picked a random unfamiliar song, listened once, and sang.

Five minutes later, she lowered the volume.

Terrible. Same screechy mess as always.

What about a familiar one?

Also terrible. Like a power drill in a blender.

She had once suspected a medical issue—maybe something wrong with her vocal cords. Maybe those herbal powders Qi Siyu gave her had cured it?

But now, it was clear—it wasn’t her throat.

So where was the problem?

Only Qi Siyu had the answer.

That woman held so many secrets.

But should Gu Qing dig deeper?

That… was a question only she could answer.