Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 62.2

After a long pause, Gu Qing looked up calmly and said, “Clean up the shrimp. Sell them cheap.”

The calmer she was, the more her fans imagined the pain behind her silence — and the more fiercely they loved her.

That’s just how their sister was — even when wronged, she wouldn’t cry out loud. She’d learned long ago that tears meant nothing to people like her so-called parents.

Qi Siyu let out a dull “Mm.” She was a fan too.

Her heart ached. She wanted to beat those people within an inch of their lives.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the market, near the trash disposal area, things were also getting noisy.

Jia Junjie had come with the rest of the group, but during the booth lottery, she’d drawn the short straw — ending up with a stall right next to a garbage heap.

Customers were scarce. The other vendors were yelling their lungs out to attract business.

Jia Junjie didn’t want to be here. She’d worked so hard to climb out of the filth — she refused to stay stuck in it.

But she had to earn the most money. She had to win the most votes at the Bonfire Gala.

Holding her nose, she began shouting.

No one knew if that wretched woman next door was doing it on purpose. Every time Jia Junjie managed to draw in a customer and was just about to close a deal, that woman would swoop in with a price cut to steal the client away.

And the difference? Just fifty cents, maybe a dollar. That was all it took for customers to abandon Jia Junjie without hesitation.

She was furious—ready to explode.

Suddenly, a faint sound of crying drifted in from outside.

Jia Junjie happened to catch it. She pinched her nose in irritation, stood up, and walked out. Around the corner of a nearby alley, just a dozen meters away, behind a utility pole, she spotted a small child.

The little girl was no taller than a meter. Jia Junjie guessed she must be around four or five years old.

“Sweetie, why are you crying?” Jia Junjie forced a gentle smile, completely unaware of how menacing her eyes looked.

“Grandma… Grandma’s gone… Wuuuu…” The little girl was filthy from head to toe, clutching a dirty plastic bag filled with squashed bottles.

“What about your parents?” Jia Junjie took out a wet wipe and began cleaning the girl’s face. It was so dirty that the wipe turned pitch black, yet the girl’s face barely looked any cleaner. “Don’t cry. Big sis will help you find your grandma, okay?”

“No… no mommy or daddy. Thank you, big sis. You’re so kind.” The girl, overcome with emotion, hugged Jia Junjie.

Her face twisted immediately, teeth nearly cracking from the force of her clenched jaw. This dirty, stinking little brat—how dare she touch her?

She quickly stepped back. “Let’s get your face washed first, alright? You’ve cried yourself into a little kitten.”

“Okay!” The girl smiled and reached out to hold Jia Junjie’s hand, but Jia Junjie subtly pulled away.

“I’m taking her to the women’s restroom in Area B. You stay here and watch the stall,” Jia Junjie barked at the cameraman trailing her.

The cameraman said nothing, clearly unimpressed.

There was a public restroom just outside the market, accessible via a narrow alley. Jia Junjie led the girl in that direction.

The restroom reeked—it was practically indistinguishable from a dump.

Most people used the paid facilities within the market, so this place was nearly abandoned.

The setting was perfect for what Jia Junjie had in mind.

As the child’s piercing cries of pain echoed from inside, Jia Junjie’s twisted frustration and fury finally began to ease.

She hadn’t done something like this in a long time—she’d been too busy trying to climb the ladder.

But today, she couldn’t hold back. Being eliminated as a contestant, losing her triple points card, being harassed all night with no sleep, eating poorly this morning, and now being saddled with over a thousand coins of debt—she was at her breaking point.

Her reason, already stretched thin, snapped entirely the moment she laid eyes on this helpless lamb.

No parents, just an elderly grandmother? Hah. Who else was she supposed to take it out on?

Outside, the cameraman had been waiting. The moment he heard the scream, he rushed in—only to find Jia Junjie mid-rage, claws bared, while the little girl was curled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

The public screen was instantly flooded with question marks.

Jia Junjie hadn’t even laid a hand on the girl yet when she suddenly started wailing—this was a setup!

Realizing she’d been framed, Jia Junjie opened her mouth to defend herself, but the cameraman was already calling the police.

Even so, she quickly regained composure. “I won’t say a word until my lawyer arrives.”

But once at the station, when the police began listing evidence of her prior offenses—case after buried case—Jia Junjie finally panicked.

She shouted that she had connections, that she had people backing her. But the officers calmly told her: those people had already been arrested, long before her.

The final verdict? A life behind bars. Qi Siyu had already arranged a special “welcome” for her. From the day she arrived, Jia Junjie would enjoy a certain kind of “hospitality” every single day.

That day, Weibo practically crashed from the surge in traffic.

#JiaJunjieTheWalkingCrimeScene

#JiaJunjieChildAbuser

#BeastBehindTheMask

#NannyExposesAffairWithEmployer

#HowHarshIsTheSentenceForFraudAndAbduction

Every post was filled with damning evidence of Jia Junjie’s crimes. Netizens were seething. How could someone be this vile?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Gu Qing’s adoptive parents had also become targets of public outrage. How could anyone be so despicable?

That day, anyone who opened Weibo probably felt their blood pressure spike.

But the main character of the story—Gu Qing—had just finished selling her fish and shrimp. She climbed into Qi Siyu’s little tricycle and headed off toward the unknown.

Qi Siyu had been worried the whole time that Gu Qing might get emotional after seeing her adoptive parents, so she quietly prepared a whole post-show comfort plan.

To the north of the fishing village was a cliff, with a beautiful view from the top.

But honestly, even the ride there was a joy—the gentle breeze, the wide blue sky—simple pleasures that brought peace.

The cameraman lowered the lens, capturing Gu Qing’s calm profile and the sky she was quietly gazing at.

Viewers in the livestream slowly began to calm down too.

Just as Gu Qing had once said: There’s no need to waste emotions on strangers.

Some reality show fans had tuned in for drama and chaos, but found themselves unexpectedly soothed by Gu Qing’s serene beauty. The spring breeze and blue sky eased their anxious souls.

About half an hour later, the tricycle reached the end of the trail—perched on the edge of the cliff.

The sea stretched endlessly into the sky, the two blues merging seamlessly. The sea breeze gently tousled Gu Qing’s hair.

The cameraman couldn’t help but search for the perfect angle, trying to capture both the stunning view and the quiet beauty before him.

Qi Siyu grinned as she helped Gu Qing down. “We’re here. I used to love high places—being able to see far made me feel freer. Never been to a seaside cliff before. But this place is perfect.”

“It’s beautiful.” If you listened closely, you could catch the faint ripple of joy beneath Gu Qing’s soft voice.

Qi Siyu caught it—and smiled subtly. Worth the trip.

But that wasn’t all—she had more planned.

Pushing Gu Qing along the cliffside path, they arrived at a large stone.

“Oh? What’s this? Flowers growing out here?” she exclaimed in mock surprise.

They say flowers suit beauties, and beauties love flowers.

Gu Qing didn’t care much for flowers, but Qi Siyu had racked her brain and remembered a brief moment in the original story—Gu Qing had once paused in front of a rose garden.

And what had caught her gaze? A delicate, elegant green-tinged rose—Green Lemon.

The pale green petals layered in soft waves like little woodland fairies—fresh, light, and full of life.

Qi Siyu exaggerated her delight, pulling out a bouquet hidden behind the rock.

Green symbolizes hope and rebirth. To Qi Siyu, these green roses embodied her hopes for Gu Qing: a new beginning, vibrant and alive.

“Green Lemon,” Gu Qing murmured.

“Yup. They’re for you.” Qi Siyu was a bit nervous, like a student awaiting the results of a crucial test.

“Thanks. Come closer,” Gu Qing said, looking up and beckoning her over.

Qi Siyu leaned down, curious.

And then, Gu Qing reached out and gently tucked a windblown strand of Qi Siyu’s hair behind her ear.

“You’re missing a bit of lemon-candy sweetness.”

Her voice was soft—but the sea breeze carried it straight into Qi Siyu’s mind, echoing like a bell.

Her brain blanked. Missing what…?