Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 60

Wait, now wasn’t the time to zone out in awkward silence.

Qi Siyu looked down and let out a startled cry. “My seafood!”

She quickly set the bucket upright and grabbed the tongs to retrieve the spilled seafood.

This time she was genuinely picking it up—took her a solid ten minutes to get everything back in.

Throughout this, Gu Qing didn’t say a word. She just quietly watched Qi Siyu hustle around.

Her expression had returned to normal. The flush on her cheeks had faded, and her previously racing heart had calmed down.

It was just an accident—just a bit more physical contact than usual. Nothing different in essence from the last time. Just toss it to the back of her mind and move on.

Logically, yes. But Gu Qing couldn’t stop her mind from replaying that close-up look at Qi Siyu’s eyes—full of surprise and joy.

“Phew, finally done,” Qi Siyu rubbed her waist. “Still need to mop the floor and get rid of that fishy smell in here.”

She might’ve gotten used to the scent after being around it for so long, but Gu Qing certainly hadn’t.

Though her expression didn’t change much, who actually likes the smell of raw seafood?

The livestream viewers stuck around to watch Qi Siyu clean.

She was clearly not very skilled at it—but come on, this was a bossy CEO figure, now mopping floors on camera. That alone was entertainment.

Still… couldn’t they air the earlier scene? Even if it cost extra, they would totally pay for it!

At 7:15 p.m., Qi Siyu got ready to meet the others. She turned to Gu Qing and asked, “Are you coming?”

But before Gu Qing could respond, Qi Siyu waved her off. “Actually, never mind. You should rest. I’ll bring back a feast for dinner.”

“Okay,” Gu Qing replied with a calm nod.

Qi Siyu grabbed the bucket and bag and headed out.

The moment she left, the room felt much emptier—silent, almost hollow.

Funny, when Qi Siyu was here, neither of them had said much, but it hadn’t felt lonely at all.

Gu Qing closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, all those unnecessary emotions had vanished.

On the open ground outside, the host was already waiting. The production crew had prepped the scales, set up stoves, laid out ingredients—and even had chefs standing by.

“Wow, looks like Miss Qi came back loaded!” the host called out even before Qi Siyu got close, already showering her with praise.

“Not really,” Qi Siyu replied modestly. “Gu Qing’s on medication, so seafood isn’t ideal for her. The show has replacement options, right?”

“Of course! We always promote fair exchanges.”

Qi Siyu had collected 16.8 jin (roughly 8.4kg) of seafood. Most of it was average stuff, aside from two small mantis shrimp, which were of higher value.

The production team offered a price of 500 yuan.

“Miss Qi, you may pick 300 yuan worth of main ingredients from the shelf. Our chefs, stove, and side dishes are all included for just 200 yuan,” the host said with a smile.

Qi Siyu nodded. She chose two portions of beef, two servings of grain porridge, a side of greens, and added some shrimp and shellfish to be mixed into the porridge.

“Miss Qi, you don’t like seafood either?” the host asked, noticing she didn’t keep any for herself.

“It’s alright. But if you’re eating with someone else, you should eat the same thing—otherwise, wouldn’t I just be tempting Gu Qing?”

Qi Siyu didn’t like to take the lion’s share if she could help it.

“Haha, makes sense,” the host laughed, quietly wondering when she’d ever meet such a considerate “boss.”

Gradually, the other guests returned. Everyone looked exhausted—typical worn-out workers, no celebrity glamour at all.

Especially Jia Junjie, who looked like she’d fallen into the ocean—soaking wet and scowling as she glared daggers at Bai Ming’an.

Clearly, another round of drama between those two.

With a bit more scheming, Bai Ming’an might actually manage to knock Jia Junjie out of the game.

Neither of them was good news—watching them tear each other apart would definitely be entertaining.

Shame Qi Siyu wasn’t patient enough to wait for the fireworks.

While the chefs were cooking, Qi Siyu noticed that Sun Yingying was avoiding her—refusing to make eye contact.

Not sure what that cousin of hers did to Sun Yingying, but the fact she still showed up to film was surprising.

Not very effective, huh?

Once she handled Jia Junjie, she would send Sun Yingying packing next. Let them go compete in Orange House or wherever.

The thought made Qi Siyu chuckle. Out of these eight people, how many would even make it to Orange House?

Once the food was ready, Qi Siyu carried the meal back. She had no plans to join the evening’s activities.

As she walked, she noticed Bai Ming’an trailing her.

So she turned a corner and stopped. “Something you want?”

“I want the triple-point card. Name your price,” Bai Ming’an said with a sweet, flattering smile. “Gu Qing’s already so popular. Her score’s just a number at this point—no real value. Better to sell it to me and maximize the benefit.”

Qi Siyu had originally planned to say no—but then reconsidered. “Not impossible.”

She didn’t say it aloud but mouthed, Jia Junjie.

Bai Ming’an got it instantly. “Got it. I promise you’ll be satisfied tonight.”

“Come on, it’s in the room.” Qi Siyu resumed walking.

Bai Ming’an hadn’t expected it to be so easy. She thought she would need to pull out her investor connections. But Jia Junjie had been targeting her anyway—this just moved the plan up.

After handing her the card, Bai Ming’an thanked Qi Siyu and left.

Finally showing some manners.

Qi Siyu shook her head as she watched her go. This variety show always gave her the feeling that the law barely existed in this world.

So many legal-disaster-type guests packed into one show.

Even the original “Qi Siyu” was no exception. The thought wiped the smile from her face.

She reached Gu Qing’s door and knocked.

“Come in,” came Gu Qing’s voice.

“Huh? You came down?” Gu Qing was in a wheelchair, moving toward the door. Qi Siyu quickly stepped forward.

“Had the staff help me,” Gu Qing said.

“Oh, let’s eat. Tomato-potato beef stew, seafood grain porridge, and blanched greens,” Qi Siyu said as she unpacked the meal, naming each dish. Shame there wasn’t more food—she could’ve gone on.

“Thanks,” Gu Qing replied.

The room was small, like a standard hotel suite—maybe 30 square meters at most.

The only table was pushed against the wall, not ideal for dining.

“Gu Qing, scoot over a bit. I’ll move the table,” Qi Siyu said.

Gu Qing quietly wheeled herself toward the door.

“Heave-ho!” Qi Siyu picked up the table and relocated it to the foot of the bed.

Smooth as ever—not even a wobble from the food on top.

“Come on, dig in. You washed your hands, right? The food’s a bit late—you must be starving,” Qi Siyu said, arranging the dishes. “I’m gonna go wash up.”

“Okay,” Gu Qing nodded.

When Qi Siyu returned, she noticed the TV across from the bed and suddenly had an idea. She turned it on and cast the livestream to the screen.

Surely the viewers would praise her strength for lifting that table so easily—she felt quite pleased with herself.

Then she noticed the chat. Someone was accusing her of secretly giving Bai Ming’an the triple-point card, hinting at improper Alpha-Omega relations.

Qi Siyu nearly exploded. The nerve of these people—to throw slander around so casually!

Gu Qing saw it too. “The card was something we agreed on. She didn’t act on her own.”

Qi Siyu was moved—sob sob—Gu Qing defended her without a second thought.

“Exactly!” Qi Siyu immediately implanted a “memory” of discussing the decision with Gu Qing, making her suddenly feel justified.

Forget morals—just enjoy the chaotic life!

At 9 p.m., the guests sat on little stools, listening to the host drone on.

When it was time to announce the voting results, no one used the triple card. Bai Ming’an was already in second place and planned to save it for later.

No surprises—the elimination candidates were Jia Junjie and Lu Hui.

At least one of them would be cut this round.

To survive, each had to challenge two other guests. If, by the end of the episode, their “Leisure coins” exceeded any of those two, they will be safe.

If both succeeded, the one with fewer coins would be eliminated. If neither did, both would go.

Guests who lost a challenge would become next episode’s elimination candidates.

And the three guests not picked for a challenge? Their rewards would be slashed—only 60% of the usual coin payout for tasks.

Brutal.

And to stir the pot, the show wouldn’t let Jia or Lu make immediate picks—they had until 9 a.m. the next morning.

After tallying the seafood results, filming wrapped up for the day.

But the night would be anything but calm.

Except for Qi Siyu and Gu Qing.

Gu Qing had already gone to bed. Qi Siyu followed a bit later.

She first made sure the room’s surveillance had been overridden with fake footage and no audio, then confirmed the balcony curtains were tightly shut.

Still, she crept in like a guilty thief, hunched and tiptoeing.

The room was pitch black, and she accidentally stubbed her toe on the table. The pain made her hiss.

“Not very experienced, huh?” she muttered under her breath.

At home, she could get into bed blindfolded.

“Clearly,” came Gu Qing’s voice, cool as the night air. “Come here. Let me check if you’re hurt.”

Qi Siyu’s face turned bright red. Gu Qing hadn’t fallen asleep—and now she’d seen her make a fool of herself.

“I’m fine. Doesn’t hurt,” she said, hesitantly sitting on the bed.

But the scent of lemon candy pheromones already filled the air, making Gu Qing’s heart itch. Yet this clueless Alpha was still pretending to be fine—even though her toe was bleeding.

Gu Qing sighed, sat up, and turned on her phone’s flashlight. The beam landed on Qi Siyu’s toe.

“You’re bleeding.”

Fresh red blood stained the toenail, stark against her pale skin.

Qi Siyu took one look—and fainted straight into Gu Qing’s arms.

Caught off guard, Gu Qing fell back onto the bed with her.

She closed her eyes briefly. After all this time, how had she forgotten Qi Siyu faints at the sight of blood?

Gu Qing gently pushed her off, looking down at the pale Alpha with a sigh.

The crew hadn’t checked luggage this time. She opened her suitcase and pulled out disinfectant and bandages.

She carefully cleaned the wound, applied iodine, and wrapped it in gauze.

With that done, it was time to sleep.

Gu Qing looked at the unconscious Qi Siyu. After a moment’s hesitation, she lay beside her and took her hand.

Qi Siyu transitioned from unconscious to deep sleep as smoothly as breathing. When she finally woke up, it was the alarm that roused her.

She silenced it with practiced ease, still groggy.

What happened last night?

A beat passed. Her face turned red again.

She’d snuck in for a “night raid,” stubbed her toe, saw the blood, and fainted.

How embarrassing can a person be?

Wait a minute—Qi Siyu’s gaze dropped to her left hand.

She was still holding Gu Qing’s hand.

[System, how many lottery draws did I accumulate last night?]

She’d arrived just after 10:50 p.m. If all went well, she should have earned seven.

[Host, seven.]

Qi Siyu licked her lips, eyes widening in disbelief.

No way she could’ve held Gu Qing’s hand after fainting.

So…

Gu Qing must’ve taken the initiative.

Gu Qing… took the initiative?

That combination of words felt like a dream.