Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 65

“Gu Qing, I need to go to the bathroom again. I think I ate something bad,” Qi Siyu clutched her stomach, her face pale.

She’d felt unwell since breakfast.

They had shared the same food, so it probably wasn’t the meal itself. It was likely either from catching a chill last night or on the way here this morning.

“Alright, go ahead,” Gu Qing replied calmly while weighing items for a customer, not even glancing up at her.

But once she was done, Gu Qing went straight to the crew and asked them to call a doctor.

After she explained Qi Siyu’s symptoms, the crew had a doctor accompany them to the market.

Qi Siyu’s legs were so weak that if the nearby wall hadn’t looked so grimy, she would’ve leaned against it just to stay upright.

Back at their stall, Gu Qing handed her a cup of hot water. The mug was shaped like a chubby bunny—cute and comforting.

“I picked it up at the market. Use it to warm your stomach,” Gu Qing said, nodding toward the chair. “Sit down and rest. The doctor will be here in about ten minutes.”

Qi Siyu felt like crying. Gu Qing was so attentive. Though her stomach still hurt like hell, her heart felt incredibly warm.

The doctor arrived quickly, but without any tools on hand, he couldn’t diagnose much. He handed Qi Siyu a box of antidiarrheal pills. “Take one for now. I’ll take your blood sample back to test.”

“Thank you—” Qi Siyu started to say, but her face suddenly contorted in pain. “I—I’m going to the bathroom again.”

She practically floated back like a ghost.

When she returned, she swallowed the pill with difficulty and collapsed into the chair, clutching the warm mug and groaning.

“My happy days didn’t even last long before the world smacked me with pain!”

“If the world kisses me with suffering, then I’ll make it listen to Gu Qing sing!”

Gu Qing: …

Well, the medicine must be working if she has the strength to shout again.

The viewers in the livestream sighed in relief and began teasing her in the comments.

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She sings so well, Qi Siyu, don’t fall too in love with this cruel world!

Exactly! By the way, when is Gu Qing going to sing again?

Gu Qing, please sing to purify Qi Siyu’s soul!

Sing! Sing! Gu Qing, sing!

Somehow, the comment section turned into a singing petition. Long-time fans even began explaining to newcomers just how divine Gu Qing’s voice was.

In the end, Gu Qing hummed a few lines from the two songs she had sung before, earning a flood of compliments.

When someone requested a specific song, though, she simply ignored it—because anything outside those two was bound to be a disaster.

Qi Siyu stopped groaning and watched Gu Qing interact with the fans, a faint smile curving her lips.

If only life could go on like this forever.

After finishing their morning market task, Qi Siyu still didn’t have the strength to drive the three-wheeled cart. She turned to look at the cameraman.

Cameraman: …

When he signed his contract, there was definitely nothing about driving trikes.

“It’s easy—you’ll pick it up in no time,” Qi Siyu said firmly.

That optimism quickly evaporated as the tricycle veered into a roadside ditch.

In a split second, Qi Siyu only had time to shield Gu Qing, cushioning her fall with her own body. The impact from the wheelchair left her arm injured.

The cameraman struggled to lift the tricycle, then helped Gu Qing get back into the wheelchair.

Though her hands were trembling slightly, Gu Qing remained calm. “I’m fine. Don’t move her yet—she might have a fracture.”

Qi Siyu forced a smile through gritted teeth. “It might just be a sprain… but yeah, better call an ambulance.”

What a dramatic half-day this had been. Qi Siyu couldn’t help but suspect the universe was targeting her.

Then again, letting the cameraman drive the trike was entirely her own idea.

After mentally reviewing everything, Qi Siyu decided to blame the road. If it had been a bit straighter—or wider—they wouldn’t have ended up in the ditch.

The cameraman was touched by her kindness but firmly declared he would never touch a tricycle again.

“…By the way, Ms. Qi, you do have insurance, right? I’m not paying your medical bills, am I?”

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Qi Siyu twitched. “Yeah, I’m insured. You’re off the hook.”

Cold sweat continued to bead on her forehead. To distract herself from the pain, she kept chatting.

Gu Qing quickly caught on and joined the conversation to help keep her mind off it.

Thankfully, the ambulance arrived soon. After a brief exam, the medics loaded Qi Siyu onto the stretcher.

“She might have a mild fracture in her arm. It’s not serious,” the doctor assured them.

“But she looks like she’s in a lot of pain,” Gu Qing said with concern.

“Don’t worry. I’m okay—it just hurts right now,” Qi Siyu winked at Gu Qing, subtly signaling that she had medicine on hand.

Gu Qing gently wiped the cold sweat off her forehead again. If she had meds, why not take them already? Why insist on going to the hospital?

They arrived at the hospital quickly. While Qi Siyu was taken for scans and treatment, a nurse asked Gu Qing if she felt any discomfort—being in a wheelchair could’ve aggravated old injuries.

Gu Qing shook her head. “She protected me well.”

The cameraman brought boxed meals from the hospital cafeteria. Gu Qing only managed a few bites.

When Qi Siyu was finally wheeled back out, Gu Qing felt a wave of relief. “Doctor, how is she?”

“Nothing to worry about. Mild arm fracture—already wrapped. Minor muscle strain in the legs, but rest will do,” the doctor replied.

Now the proud new owner of a wheelchair, Qi Siyu added with a grin, “I’m fine, really. I’ll be good as new soon. Have you guys eaten?”

Gu Qing nodded, only for the cameraman to chime in, “She only ate two bites. Said she didn’t have an appetite.”

Qi Siyu was moved to tears. Gu Qing had been so worried about her that she couldn’t even eat!

This was the kind of epic, soul-stirring friendship that could move mountains!

Say something often enough, and you’ll believe it yourself. Yep—they were just friends. Warm, heartfelt, fiercely loyal friends. Qi Siyu’s heart was glowing.

“Let’s go to a proper restaurant. I’ve had such a tragic day—the show should cut me some slack!”

Naturally, Gao Zhonghai had no objections. In fact, he even suspected Qi Siyu had staged the whole incident just to get more personal freedom.

It didn’t matter. For the sake of his precious hair, Gao Zhonghai would keep her happy. He subconsciously patted his own scalp.

At the best restaurant in town, Qi Siyu ordered six dishes. Since she couldn’t eat seafood due to her injury, she only ordered one abalone dish—for the cameraman.

He had already devoured a whole boxed lunch, but when he saw the abalone, he couldn’t resist. He ate it with tears of joy.

*

Bai Ming’an had been waiting all along for Qi Siyu and Gu Qing to return—so she could spike Qi Siyu’s food with a laxative.

She had only added a small dose in the morning, just enough to make Qi Siyu think she had an upset stomach, without arousing any suspicion.

By lunchtime, she planned to increase the dose so Qi Siyu would believe her stomach pain had worsened and end up stuck in the bathroom.

Her ultimate goal was to separate Qi Siyu and Gu Qing.

But why hadn’t they come back yet?

Don’t tell me these rich people go to the hospital just because of a little diarrhea?

Bai Ming’an was getting anxious. Lunchtime was nearly over, and the two still hadn’t returned.

Unable to wait any longer, she asked the host, “Why haven’t Miss Gu and the others come back yet?”

“Miss Qi got injured. They went to the hospital,” the host replied with a smile.

Bai Ming’an’s soul nearly left her body. No way—no way!

Her voice trembled. “What happened to Miss Qi?”

“Sounds like a car accident. I’m not too clear on the details,” the host said, still smiling. Then she added with a probing tone, “You seem really concerned about Miss Qi—was there something you needed from her?”

“Oh, no. I’m mainly worried about Miss Gu. I’m actually a fan of her dramas,” Bai Ming’an replied. That was the truth—she genuinely liked Gu Qing’s shows. Liked them so much, in fact, that she sometimes wished she could be Gu Qing.

“Don’t worry then,” the host assured her. “Miss Gu wasn’t injured. They should be back from the hospital by mid-afternoon.”

Bai Ming’an gave a nonchalant “Mm” and turned to leave. If the car accident was serious enough, she wouldn’t even need to bother drugging Qi Siyu.

Looks like fate was on her side—even the heavens were helping her.

But why wasn’t Gu Qing injured too? If only she’d been hurt badly—something like an ICU stay for a few months would be ideal.

Feigning illness, Bai Ming’an picked up a few easy tasks on the app and waited patiently for Gu Qing and Qi Siyu to return, carefully observing their movements.

She wasn’t in a rush to earn more “Leisure coins” today. As long as she could get Gu Qing out of the way, none of the others would be a threat.

She waited, and waited… finally, at 3:30 in the afternoon, the two came back.

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At the village entrance…

Gu Qing wanted Qi Siyu to return to their room and rest, but Qi Siyu insisted she was fine and stubbornly followed Gu Qing to the workshop. The two started bickering.

“I’ll just bring the materials back and work from our room,” Gu Qing offered.

“Aiya, the workshop has way more supplies. And besides, the room’s tiny—you stay in there too long, and you’ll go stir-crazy.” Qi Siyu expertly maneuvered her wheelchair in circles around Gu Qing. “See? Look at me. Totally fine!”

Gu Qing: …

The way she was already pulling stunts with the electric wheelchair… Qi Siyu really was a natural. She did seem full of energy, so Gu Qing gave in and let her tag along.

They headed to the workshop together.

Watching from a corner, Bai Ming’an nearly ground her teeth to dust. Even after all this, the two of them were still glued together. It was maddening.

What should I do now…?

She slipped into the bathroom to start contacting people.

Viewers in her livestream were complaining.

“What’s with all the bathroom breaks?”

“Are we streaming plumbing now?”

Bai Ming’an gave a half-hearted explanation, but she still went to the bathroom every so often, lingering a few minutes each time.

After repeating this several times, a sly smile finally crept across her face.

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At the workshop, Gu Qing focused on crafting while Qi Siyu chatted idly with the audience and helped sort parts Gu Qing had picked out.

The atmosphere was as harmonious as the day before.

Suddenly, a villager jogged in and leaned on the doorframe, calling out, “Hey Auntie, got a few folks who can help me move some goods?”

One of the villagers with Gu Qing stood up. “Go ask around at home—I’m the only one here and busy.”

“There’s still those two,” the first villager said, gesturing at Gu Qing and Qi Siyu. “That’s an electric wheelchair, right? Just balance stuff on the armrests—they won’t even have to lift anything.

Come on, help us out.”

Qi Siyu looked at Gu Qing. Gu Qing nodded. “Sure.”

“Great, follow me!” Qi Siyu moved her right hand to steer—her left was the one injured, but it didn’t affect her much in daily life.

“Awesome. Let’s go. I’ll treat you to some frozen yogurt after!”

As the five of them walked out, they chatted casually.

“Where’s the truck parked again? I told you this workshop is in a terrible spot. The road’s too narrow—no room for big vehicles.”

“Don’t blame me. Go yell at your wife—she agreed to this location by the little grove.”

Qi Sisu listened to their banter with a smile. Now this is what real life sounds like.

The truck was parked at the edge of a small forest. Qi Siyu’s group started moving the goods while the cameraman dutifully kept the lens focused on Gu Qing.

Qi Siyu stayed in sync with Gu Qing the entire time. Even when she zipped ahead in her wheelchair, she would always circle back—just like a child. They were practically conjoined.

Watching the livestream, Bai Ming’an nearly cracked a molar.

Fine. If a laxative didn’t work this morning… it’s time for a comeback.

She ducked into the bathroom again and issued some new instructions.

Soon, each person was handed a bottle of cold drink.

Bai Ming’an didn’t dare drug Qi Siyu again. If the Qi family got involved, she would be finished. But if she just targeted Gu Qing, and only had to deal with Qi Siyu, she could manage that.

Even in a wheelchair and under the blazing sun, Qi Siyu was thirsty. She twisted open the bottle and chugged it in one go.

Gu Qing had just opened hers when Qi Siyi was already done. She wiped her mouth. “This drink’s actually pretty good.”

“You really tasted it? That fast?” a villager asked, skeptical. “You’re like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.”

“Haha! I’ve got a sharp palate. Gu Qing, try it—it’s really good.” Qi Siyu laughed and tossed the bottle into a trash bin.

Gu Qing took a sip. Just a normal beverage. She checked the ingredients—nothing out of the ordinary.

Maybe when you’re really thirsty, anything tastes good. She glanced at Qi Siyu’s cheerful expression and took another sip.

Yeah, not bad.

But Qi Siyu’s smile soon vanished. She clutched her stomach, her lips trembling. “I—I need the bathroom. Now.”

“Go ahead,” Gu Qing nodded. She watched Qi Siyu’s retreating figure, then glanced at her own drink.

Could the drink be the problem…?

Was it a food allergy? Or had someone drugged her again?

Gu Qing retrieved the bottle Qi Siyu had thrown away and placed it in the storage basket on her wheelchair.

Once they got back, she ask Gao Li to analyze the residue. Hopefully, it was nothing.

She continued helping with the deliveries. But as she walked down a quiet path—suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of her neck, and everything went black.

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When Gu Qing regained consciousness, her arms were tied behind her back, wrists bound, and her eyes covered with a black cloth.

She realized instantly—she’d been kidnapped.

The good news: she wasn’t tied to anything else, and her legs were free. Clearly, the kidnapper thought she was lame and wouldn’t be able to run.

Why had she been abducted? Was this the work of another guest?

But that would be insane—committing an actual crime, and while filming a show?

It felt surreal.

Still, Gu Qing knew the priority was survival and escape—not guessing motives.

She couldn’t just sit and wait for Qi Siyu to rescue her.

Besides, Qi Siyu might not even make it. Clearly, she was also being targeted today.

Yet that earlier car accident had been odd—too sudden, too convenient. Gu Qing couldn’t help but wonder…

Could this all be Qi Siyu’s doing?

In the pitch-black darkness, surrounded by silence, her mind spiraled. Negative thoughts festered.

She couldn’t help but question everything.

Was the bright, sincere, kind, and cheerful Qi Siyu… really real?

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Meanwhile, Qi Siyu returned from the bathroom and couldn’t find Gu Qing. She was nearly hysterical.

[System! System! Where’s Gu Qing?! She’s gone—why didn’t you notify me?!]

[Host, Gu Qing is now more than a kilometer away. A tool card has been automatically activated.]

Qi Siyu was livid. Damn it—this is when you use a tool card?!