Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 61.2

Instead of letting half the winners enjoy their meal in peace, Qi Siyu pushed Gu Qing toward the dining hall.

The dining area was set up in a neighboring villa. The spacious living room on the first floor had all its furniture cleared out and was converted by the production team into a venue with two long dining tables arranged in parallel.

There was ample space between the tables—enough for two people to dance without bumping into each other.

Clearly, the layout served a specific purpose.

At the moment, the dining area was still empty. The host was the first to arrive, having Gu Qing draw her breakfast lot according to the results of the rowing competition from the previous day.

As soon as the two were seated, the staff brought out breakfast.

Six plates were laid out in front of them.

“This is way more than enough for two people,” Qi Siyu muttered. “Honestly, this could feed four.”

The beef mille-feuille pancake was a hefty eight-inch disc, nearly as thick as a finger. The crab roe buns came in a bamboo steamer—four of them, each about the size of a baby’s fist.

The mixed salad was served in a bowl that could hold at least three liters. The vegetable congee pot was smaller, but still over a liter in capacity.

Only the foie gras toast came in a smaller portion.

“I feel like the production team is just trying to avoid criticism about overpriced meals, so they pile on the quantity. If it wasn’t for the two of us, this could last three days,” Qi Siyu complained.

A staff member smiled and replied, “That’s right, we win with portion size. You can pack it up if you can’t finish.”

“You probably charge for takeout too, huh?” Qi Siyu quipped knowingly.

The staff kept smiling. “That’s right.”

More guests began arriving, and each time someone entered, the staff promptly served them the breakfast they had drawn.

Almost without exception, the meals were on the pricier side.

Then Jia Junjie came in—only to be served the infamous “pauper’s trio.”

She didn’t even bother participating in the breakfast mini-game. The few leisure coins she had weren’t worth the effort.

The host followed Jia Junjie into the room and announced, “Everyone, you have ten more minutes to enjoy your breakfast. While you eat, I’ll announce the groupings for today’s mini-games.”

By sheer luck—or misfortune—Gu Qing and Jia Junjie were matched together. Gu Qing’s draw was clearly rigged behind the scenes, while Jia Junjie’s misfortune was just that: pure bad luck.

“Although the two women were fated to pair up,” the host said playfully, “the mini-games will be judged individually. The outcome determines whether or not you’ll have to pay for your own breakfast.”

“So once you’re finished eating, please draw your mini-game. We need to wrap this up by 8:30. If there’s no winner by then, you’ll be paying for your meal.”

At that, everyone began eating faster and rushed to draw their game.

Qi Siyu pushed Gu Qing over to the table. Gu Qing reached out and picked a slip of paper. It read: “Don’t Laugh Challenge”—a face-off where the first to laugh loses.

“Oh boy,” Qi Siyu slapped her thigh. “You couldn’t have drawn a worse matchup. That ice-cold face of yours—it never cracks!”

Gu Qing tilted her head and looked up at Qi Siyu.

“Ahem,” Qi Siyu quickly licked her lips and added, “I meant that as a compliment.”

Gu Qing gave a soft “Mm.” Whether she believed it or not, Qi Siyu could only guess.

Well, probably not. Qi Siyu comforted herself—friends tease each other all the time.

Come on, Qi Siyu, get bold! With a name like “Qi Sini” (“Drive You Mad”), you’d better live up to it!

She thought—if only she could one day make Gu Qing crack a smile, that would be a real win.

Meanwhile, Jia Junjie drew the “Pocky Game”—two people nibbling on opposite ends of a biscuit stick until one backs off or bites it in half.

Seriously? This kind of ambiguous, flirty game between two Omegas? What’s even the point?

Especially when it could cost her two leisure coins.

Gu Qing, upon hearing the game rules, immediately forfeited and chose to pay the two coins herself.

“Good thing she drew the simplest challenge. You all really did Gu Qing a favor,” Qi Siyu said to the camera, clearly aiming to irritate Jia Junjie. That earlier “fated match” comment from the host had already rubbed her the wrong way.

Jia Junjie’s expression turned even darker.

Then it was time to play Gu Qing’s game. Though Gu Qing’s face was eternally calm, Jia Junjie was currently fuming, making it equally difficult for her to smile.

Time passed, and the stalemate continued.

By 8:30, they were still locked in the challenge—no winner declared.

In the end, Jia Junjie had to foot the bill, a hefty 1,000+ coin debt. Her face turned as black as the bottom of a scorched pot.

As the dust settled, Qi Siyu whipped out a wet wipe.

“Close your eyes and clean up. Staring at that much filth can’t be good for your eyes.”

A straight-up roast.

Jia Junjie clenched her fists in fury—about to explode, but unable to.

The host then returned to announce the rules of the group mission and handed out a list of goods. The loan system was also opened.

Coins earned in the previous episode couldn’t be used this time. Instead, money made from selling goods would be used to buy gifts for villagers, and the show would convert that income into leisure coins for the participants, based on a fixed ratio.

Gu Qing and Qi Siyu had no intention of striking it rich. After some discussion, they decided to take 50 catties of fish and 20 catties of shrimp from the production team, and rented a tricycle to head toward the county market.

Last episode, Qi Siyu had also pedaled a tricycle with Gu Qing riding along—but this time, it was loaded with seafood.

The salty sea breeze slowly faded. A gentle wind blew, the sun shone warmly—it was almost idyllic.

If only there weren’t cameras following them, it might actually feel like a vacation.

As they neared the market, the air was filled with a chorus of noises—clamoring voices, the scent of blood, sea brine, earthy freshness, and animal innards all mingled into a chaotic fragrance. It was the signature smell of a wet market.

The production team had reserved nine temporary stalls in various spots—first come, first served.

Gu Qing instinctively picked the one closest to the entrance, where foot traffic was highest.

But when she turned and saw the empty crates, she suddenly caught herself—this wasn’t her old life, fighting to survive. This was a variety show.

Qi Siyu sensed something was off with Gu Qing but couldn’t put her finger on it. Then, just as quickly, the strange feeling passed. She brushed it aside.

“Alright, we’ll take this spot,” she said.

Qi Siyu quickly moved their crates over and turned back just in time to admire Gu Qing sitting gracefully in the tricycle cart.

She looked completely unfazed by her surroundings, her tranquil aura somehow making even the rickety tricycle look elegant and refined.

Qi Siyu ran over and shattered the serene scene—she lifted both wheelchair and person off the cart with ease.

After locking up the tricycle, Qi Siyu pushed Gu Qing into the market.

The early morning rush had passed, so while the place wasn’t packed, it was still decently busy.

Thanks to their prime location near the entrance, they quickly attracted customers asking about the fish.

Gu Qing responded skillfully and calmly. Her beauty, even without a smile, wasn’t off-putting. She even helped select fish based on customer needs.

If someone asked for two catties of fish, she would pick one nearly spot on—unless she genuinely didn’t have it.

And if someone needed help cleaning the fish, she would borrow a knife from a neighboring stall, deliver a swift, clean strike to the fish’s head, and effortlessly gut and scale it.

Everyone who inquired eventually left with a purchase.

Qi Siyu, meanwhile, could barely help—feeling both frustrated and concerned.

But that was the point of this challenge: to let Gu Qing’s fans see how practiced she was at selling, sparking emotional resonance and concern.
Sure enough, the livestream chat was flooded with comments like “My heart aches for her.”

The topic of Gu Qing’s childhood was reignited, and the “Detective Team” visiting her hometown was preparing to reveal their findings.

Meanwhile, her haters were staging their comeback—bringing her parents and younger brother to the market.

The real drama was just about to begin.