Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 64

No matter what Qi Siyu was thinking inside, when facing Gu Qing, she still mumbled bashfully, “Thank you… I must’ve borrowed your good luck.”

“Mm. Let’s head inside, your face is really red,” Gu Qing replied calmly. She turned her wheelchair and led the way, holding the pearls as she followed the villager toward the processing workshop.

Leaving behind a thoroughly flushed Qi Siyu.

Ahhhhhhh! From now on, sunglasses won’t be enough—I need to weld a mask to my face.

Why did her face flush so easily? Shameful! Absolutely shameful!

Rubbing her cheeks in frustration, Qi Siyu quickly shouted, “Don’t go yet! I haven’t opened the mussels I picked up!”

Gu Qing and the villager paused and slowly turned back.

Gu Qing asked coolly, “Is it worth opening them?”

“Uh… What if there’s something inside? You should open them, Gu Qing—give them a bit of your luck,” Qi Siyu said uncertainly. “I spent half an hour picking them, after all.”

“Alright.” Gu Qing turned back again.

The result of Qi Siyu’s half-hour effort? About a dozen tiny, misshapen pearls the size of rice grains.

Big mussels, small mussels—it didn’t matter. They were all duds.

Even Gu Qing, usually composed, couldn’t help but feel a flicker of sympathy for this unlucky soul.

The villager remarked casually, “Maybe we should’ve skipped the mussel-picking part altogether.”

Ouch. That hit deep. But Qi Siyu wasn’t too upset. She nudged the tiny pearls with her finger and said cheerfully, “Hey, at least I didn’t walk away empty-handed. These flawed ones—I’ll keep them for myself. If Gu Qing hadn’t opened them, I probably would’ve gotten nothing at all.”

The viewers were full of sympathy too. It was like Qi Siyu had used up all her luck just by being born.

Then again, if they could be born into the Qi family—with good looks, a sharp mind, and a silver spoon—even if they had such bad luck that their instant noodles came without the seasoning packet, they’d still take it!

And maybe just buy an entire noodle factory to compensate. Heh.

The processing workshop was located right next to the village’s community center. The village was working on developing its tourism industry, and jewelry making was one of the initiatives—nearly completed.

Originally, the plan had been to have some of the younger villagers start online content businesses. No one had expected a popular variety show to show up for filming.

And it was only the first day, yet people online were already buzzing about the village.

At the workshop, skilled artisans offered guidance. Both Gu Qing and Qi Siyu took the lessons seriously. When it came time for hands-on practice, Qi Siyu helped lighten the mood.

“I’ll just be your assistant,” she said cheerfully. “If I make a finished piece and you all end up hating it, I would feel bad!”

What fan wouldn’t love something handcrafted by their idol? The fact that Qi Siyu even considered this showed how well she understood her fans.

【Qi Siyu is just too good. Can she debut? I would stan immediately.】

【I’m loyal to my girl, but if Qi Siyu debuted… I might be a casual fan.】

【LOL she really made Gu Qing do all the work while she just vibes. Savage.】

【I swear, from now on I’ll only trash Heyang Entertainment, not Qi Siyu!】

Qi Siyu raised an eyebrow. “Me? Debut? Impossible. Your loyalty is clearly lacking if you’re thinking about switching sides.”

But she wasn’t about to forget Gu Qing in the moment.

“Gu Qing, what do you think? Are your fans even qualified?”

“What counts as qualified?” Gu Qing asked without looking up, focused on threading pearls into a bracelet.

She used the large pearls she’d opened as the centerpiece, with small seashells and gemstones from the workshop as decorative elements.

“Someone like me, of course!” Qi Siyu said proudly. “A career-driven, loyal solo stan like me is the gold standard!”

She was always pitching new projects for Gu Qing—whether blockbuster films or endorsement deals.

Everyone had assumed she was doing it purely as a CEO, trying to help Gu Qing make the company money. After all, artists and their agencies succeed together.

But now it turns out—Qi Siyu is a career fan.

And she even claimed to be a solo fan!

“Mm. You’re alright. Help me find a few square-cut emeralds,” Gu Qing responded without looking up.

Her “Mm, you’re alright” sounded a little perfunctory.

But Qi Siyu lit up like a flower in full bloom. “On it!”

While digging through a large bin of gemstones, she bragged to the livestream chat:

“Did you hear that? Gu Qing said it herself—I’m her best fan.”

The viewers:

Wait—how is this even fair?

How did just one sentence suddenly elevate her status?

Even the most aggressive viewers, once they enter Gu Qing’s livestream room, are either soothed and comforted or driven away under a barrage of unified scolding from loyal fans. Either way, peace is quickly restored.

In short, Gu Qing’s stream was calm and harmonious.

Qi Siyu, ever thoughtful, would pause Gu Qing’s work from time to time and remind her to stretch her neck or arms. She was unusually considerate.

Meanwhile, the other contestants’ livestreams were much more in line with the chaotic spirit of Carefree Vacation.

In a shocking twist, due to Jia Junjie being disqualified, the ruthless production team announced that one more contestant out of the remaining eight would be selected as an elimination candidate.

Everyone had assumed Jia Junjie would be the automatic elimination for this round.

The method of selection? Brutally simple: livestream popularity. By 9 p.m. tomorrow, any contestant whose stream didn’t reach at least one-fifth of the top stream’s popularity would be added to the elimination pool.

If more than three people fell into that group, even stricter rules would follow.

In short, everyone had to hit at least 20% of Gu Qing’s current stream metrics.

Considering that nearly half the trending topics online were about Gu Qing, and curious netizens were flocking to her stream in droves, it was easy to imagine how astronomical her numbers must be.

Under normal circumstances, someone like Bai Ming’an and a few other celebrities might’ve been able to reach one-fifth of that.

But now? A complete fantasy.

Gu Qing’s presence was too much of a “cheat code.” With this rule in place, Bai Ming’an—who had already considered the final prize her—made up her mind: Gu Qing has to go.

Not in a literal sense, of course. She meant: She needs to be forced off the show.

Even though Gu Qing was diligently working, after over three hours, she’d only finished three bracelets and two hair clips.

“If I can’t finish everything on the show, I’ll bring the materials back to my room and continue tonight. If I still can’t finish by the end of filming, I’ll take them home and complete them there,”

Gu Qing said, looking gently into the camera. “Sorry to keep everyone waiting.”

Sobs—she’s so kind to her fans! The comments filled with hearts and reminders for her to rest.

“Alright, let’s go eat dinner now. Who knows what kind of tricks the production team might pull during dinner,” Qi Siyu said, packing up the materials into separate bags and hefting the big pack onto her shoulder.

Before they left the workshop, Qi Siyu also got the contact info from the local artisan—she’d send her assistant to handle payment.

As soon as she walked out and checked her phone, she saw the new elimination rules.

Her temper flared instantly—This was clearly targeting Gu Qing!

Most of the contestants had no chance of reaching one-fifth of Gu Qing’s stream numbers!

So what would they do?

Obviously, make sure Gu Qing can’t stream at all!

With the excuse of going to the restroom, Qi Siyu went to confront Gao Zhonghai, the director.

Gao Zhonghai responded confidently, “Well, you didn’t really want to be on this show in the first place. If something targeting Gu Qing happens again, it gives you a perfect excuse to quit. I get to milk the controversy for views, and you two walk away—win-win.”

He even played the pity card, “Qi Siyu, you’ve helped me so much. I really want to return the favor. But I’m just a low-level director—if I terminate Gu Qing’s contract outright, I’ll lose my job.”

“But if another ‘incident’ happens, then it’ll be different. You can sue the production team, and I can act as the mediator.”

He finished with a bit of goading, “What’s wrong, Qi Siyu? Don’t tell me you don’t have the confidence to protect Gu Qing? They’re just a few C-list stars—how much trouble could they possibly cause?”

Qi Siyu wasn’t the type to get manipulated by trash talk, but… it was a good plan.

After all, she had the system.

[Qi Siyu: System, do you have anything that can protect Gu Qing from harm?]

[System: Yes, Host. There are many options. I recommend the “Radiant Armor” and the “Universal Antidote Pill.” Both last for three days. The former grants immunity to all physical harm, the latter protects from all medicinal or chemical toxins.]

[If you have additional needs, there’s also the “Tranquility Pill,” which grants immunity to all forms of mental or emotional attacks, ensuring a stable, peaceful mindset.]

Classic system—always so thorough. Qi Siyu’s lip twitched slightly at the mention of the Tranquility Pill.

With the system in her corner, Qi Siyu pretended to ponder for a moment, then gave Gao Zhonghai a firm answer: “Fine. But you must assign people to ensure Gu Qing doesn’t get hurt.”

Gao Zhonghai agreed without hesitation.

Once they finished negotiating, Qi Siyu immediately returned to Gu Qing’s side. After dinner, she’d need to explain everything.

After all, she’d confidently promised Gu Qing earlier that the production team wouldn’t target her and she could treat this as a normal vacation variety show.

Dinner, surprisingly, went smoothly. Perhaps in an effort to appease the anxious guests, the show let them buy meals using “Leisure Coins” with no tricks or surprises.

Still, Qi Siyu couldn’t help but keep sneaking glances at Gu Qing, worried that the new elimination rule had upset her—and might damage their friendship.

At this point, she couldn’t even imagine going back to the way things were before—when Gu Qing treated her like air.

If that ever happened again, she will… she will lie on the floor and cry!

At the moment, Qi Siyu was like a guilty puppy who’d just torn up the house. Now, she was too scared to even enjoy the juicy bone in front of her—only sneaking glances at her master’s face.

Gu Qing finished her dinner quickly. “Let’s go. Back to the room.”

“Huh? So soon? Okay, let’s go,” Qi Siyu said, instantly popping the steamed bun she’d been holding into her mouth.

Her cheeks puffed out adorably like a chipmunk. She seemed completely unaware of how cute she looked. When Gu Qing glanced over at her, she responded with a blank, innocent stare.

Gu Qing’s eyes darkened slightly.

The two walked back to their room in silence. As soon as the door closed, Gu Qing asked:

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

Qi Siyu was surprised at Gu Qing’s sharpness—and annoyed at herself for letting her emotions show.

She glanced at the camera, then mouthed silently: “Phone.”

If possible, Qi Siyu would have preferred to talk face-to-face—it would make it easier to observe Gu Qing’s expressions.

But with the cameras on them, there was no way to have a private conversation right now. She’d have to wait until evening, and she didn’t want to wait that long.

So, the only option was texting.

Gu Qing went into the bathroom in their room while Qi Siyu returned to hers.

She began furiously typing, quickly explaining Gao Zhonghai’s plan to Gu Qing:

[It might not actually happen, but Gu Qing, trust me—I will keep you safe.]

Gu Qing stared at the words on her phone screen calmly. What else could she do but trust Qi Siyu?

She knew all too well that the power to choose had never been in her hands—not the divorce, not the contract termination, not even the decisions Qi Siyu made.

[Mm. I trust you.]

She turned off the screen and ran the water to wash her hands.

Her heart could beat out of rhythm all it wanted—but her goal hadn’t changed: finalize the divorce and terminate the contract, smoothly.

As for what might happen between them afterward… that was something future-Gu Qing would deal with. For now, she didn’t want to think about it.

When she left the bathroom, Gu Qing went straight to organizing the materials they’d brought back and resumed her handicrafts.

Meanwhile, Qi Siyu was still grinning like an idiot, staring at the words “I trust you” on her screen.

Hehehe. She rolled back and forth on her bed, practically bubbling over with joy.

After calming down a bit, Qi Siyu splashed her face with cold water in the bathroom, trying to cool down her flushed cheeks.

Once her skin returned to its usual fair tone, she finally worked up the nerve to head next door.

Seeing Gu Qing already busy, she immediately went over to help. “What were you just working on?”

“That’s a secret,” Gu Qing said coolly.

“What’s there to keep secret from me? I’ll just ask the viewers!” Qi Siyu opened the livestream chat—only to be met with wall after wall of the same word:

【Secret】

【Secret】

【Secret】

Qi Siyu: “…”

She laughed, eyes crinkling with tears. “Wow, you guys are ruthless. After everything I’ve done for you, and this is how you repay me?”

【We’re loyal fans!】

【We only listen to our queen!】

The live chat scrolled endlessly with similar comments—every one of them her own words now turned back on her.

Qi Siyu laughed so hard her eyes teared up. “Okay, okay, fine. I won’t ask anymore. Hmph. I’ll just guard my curiosity with my life.”

But even as she said that, she began circling Gu Qing like a hawk, trying to sneak a peek at where the “secret” was hidden. “You sure you weren’t just messing with me earlier? Maybe you didn’t make anything at all?”

“Maybe,” Gu Qing replied vaguely, not giving her a straight answer.

That only made Qi Siyu more curious.

But with Gu Qing and the livestream viewers clearly united against her, Qi Siyu had no one else to turn to for help. So her curiosity simmered… all the way into the night.

That night, Qi Siyu once again snuck into Gu Qing’s bedroom from the balcony, tiptoeing like a thief.

The curtains were drawn tightly, the room pitch-black—except for a faint glow by the bedside.

Huh? What’s that?

Qi Siyu leaned closer. It was a pendant, made of small pearls, glowing faintly. The design was shaped like a musical note—free, like the wind.

No wonder she kept it a secret… it was a surprise gift—for her!

Her heart thudded. Her blood rushed. Sleep was impossible now.

Afraid of disturbing Gu Qing, she didn’t dare roll around on the bed. So she quietly got up and returned to her own room.

But she couldn’t focus on anything. Her mind was a chaotic mess.

Time to draw some cards, she thought. She still needed to get the “Radiant Armor” and “Universal Antidote Pill.”

She headed to the bathroom to wash her hands. The setup was simple, but she insisted on doing things with a sense of ritual.

Before drawing, she lightly patted the back of her hand—the very spot Gu Qing had brushed earlier.

“May the luck of the blessed be with me!” she whispered with conviction.

Feeling confident, Qi Siyu began the draw.

A full 20-pull. She read the item descriptions first, then tucked them into her inventory.

• 【Radiant Armor】 felt like something out of a video game—you could instantly equip it to a designated wearer.

• 【Universal Antidote Pill】 had to be fed to Gu Qing manually.

Now that she felt more at ease, Qi Siyu browsed the rest of the items. Why did all the icons look the same?

Ah, they were all pearls.

The basic ones were still impressive—each was a flawless, 14mm round pearl.

The special ones had unique effects:

• 【Blood Pearl】 enhanced vitality.

• 【Black Pearl】 promoted calmness and celibacy.

• 【Pink Pearl】 increased physical sensitivity.

After reading the descriptions, Qi Siyu immediately shoved the black and pink pearls to the bottom of her inventory—banished forever!

The two blood pearls, along with fourteen standard ones, would be strung into a necklace for Gu Qing.

Qi Siyu snuck back into Gu Qing’s room, gently took her hand, and—smiling contentedly—finally drifted off to sleep.