Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 66

Qi Siyu had a brief breakdown but quickly forced herself to stay calm. The most important thing now was to find Gu Qing.

“System, you can track her location, right?”

Otherwise, how else would it be able to measure the distance between them?

After a few seconds, the system responded,

“I can only calculate the distance. I suggest the host draw a ‘Universal Locator’—it can show Gu Qing’s real-time coordinates.”

Qi Siyu frowned instinctively, feeling that something wasn’t quite right, but time was of the essence. She didn’t have the luxury to overthink it. Following the system’s advice, she drew a

[Universal Locator] and assigned Gu Qing as the target, per the instructions.

She didn’t even bother checking the other rewards and stuffed everything straight into her system inventory. Then, she immediately contacted Gao Zhonghai to prepare a team to move out.

“Host, you also drew the ‘Ultimate Digestive Relief’ pill. It will stop your stomach pain immediately.”

The system reminded her.

“Which one?”

Qi Siyu opened her backpack as she walked, took out the pill, and popped it into her mouth without even looking at it.

Sure enough, the stomach pain disappeared instantly.

Gao Zhonghai had already prepared the car. For once, he looked visibly shaken—someone dared to commit a kidnapping in broad daylight and under surveillance?

The cameraman had been knocked out first, and then the feed cut off. Gu Qing just vanished. Gao Zhonghai had received the news even before Qi Siyu returned from the bathroom, and he also knew how chaotic things had become online.

If this situation couldn’t be resolved cleanly, the show was doomed.

Thankfully, Qi Siyu had a tracker. Gao Zhonghai, seated in the car, let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“There has been no word from the kidnappers yet, but since it’s a celebrity abduction, it’s probably for ransom. Gu Qing will likely be safe.”

Gao Zhonghai wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure Qi Siyu or herself.

“What if the kidnappers don’t want money and just want to kill her?”

Qi Siyu rolled her eyes. If she hadn’t already outfitted Gu Qing with [Radiant Armor] and had her take a [Universal Antidote Pill], Gu Qing might be in real danger by now.

But ironically, those very safeguards were what now made her so anxious.

Just imagine: the kidnapper threatening Gu Qing with a knife. Gu Qing, cold and unbothered, might provoke them. The knife would go in… or rather, fail to go in—maybe even shatter. That would surely escalate things.

Wouldn’t that scare the hell out of Gu Qing?

In hindsight, she should’ve also drawn a [Tranquility Pill]. Qi Siyu was beginning to regret it.

Gao Zhonghai wiped sweat from his forehead.

“The police are already on their way. The netizens saw everything and reported it immediately.”

Qi Siyu responded with a distracted “Mm.” Her mind was already racing through plans on how to calm Gu Qing afterward.

The car sped down the road. The driver, now on a mission, was sweating bullets, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he tried to push the pedal to the floor.

But someone was even faster than them—the mastermind behind the kidnapping: Bai Ming’an.

Sure, just kidnapping Gu Qing to make her quit the show via trauma or injury would be enough. But that wasn’t the most profitable route.

What if she “accidentally” discovered the kidnapped Gu Qing and heroically rescued her? Bai Ming’an was already fantasizing about how many likes and accolades she would get online for saving the day.

It was your classic “scripted hero” moment. Except Bai Ming’an had no interest in Gu Qing falling for her—only in the fame.

Once she confirmed Gu Qing had indeed been taken, Bai Ming’an moved on to her pre-selected mission.

There were ten possible mission locations. She chose a seaside tower on the opposite side of the county—also the kidnappers’ hideout. She was engineering a perfect coincidence.

The kidnappers had been hired through one of her “pond fish” (informants). She hadn’t known them personally but heard they were professionals—one of them was even a foreigner.

“Wow, the view here is gorgeous,”

Bai Ming’an smiled at the camera, showing off her beauty.

“Anyone want to see the view from the top? Sure! Let’s head up now. It should be even prettier from above.”

Her heart was racing. According to the plan, inside the tower would be Gu Qing, tied up, and a kidnapper pretending to have a leg injury.

Together with the cameraman, they’d overpower the crippled kidnapper and “save” Gu Qing.

To make sure no eagle-eyed viewers caught inconsistencies, Bai Ming’an specifically instructed the kidnapper not to hold back—go all in.

The tower was practically abandoned, with only a few dilapidated wooden furnishings remaining.

“Ah!”

Bai Ming’an gasped softly as she entered, then quickly covered her mouth. She turned to the cameraman,

“Was that… someone over there?”

Gu Qing, who had been trying to cut through the ropes, instantly froze upon hearing the commotion.

Ever cautious, she’d made preparations after learning about the game’s rules and hearing Qi Siyu’s explanations. For instance, the “bracelet” on her wrist actually had a blade-like charm—razor-sharp and dangerous, but useful in situations like this.

Was that Bai Ming’an’s voice?

Gu Qing listened carefully. When Bai Ming’an spoke again, she was sure of it.

Was this really happening?

Gu Qing didn’t believe in coincidence—not one bit.

“Who’s there?”

The limping kidnapper had heard the noise and came to check.

“Well, well. Looks like we’ve got two more fat sheep walking right in.”

But something was off—his three accomplices were also inside.

As fists started landing, Bai Ming’an was completely stunned.

What the hell is happening?!

The cameraman tried to run but was outnumbered. Both were beaten and tied up.

The camera was smashed, plunging Bai Ming’an’s livestream into darkness.

The viewers exploded in confusion—

Did the streamer just walk into a kidnapper’s lair?!

“Boss, should we take this worthless extra too?”

The limping kidnapper nudged the cameraman with his foot.

“Yeah.”

Scarface nodded.

“Bring them all to the boat. Once we’re in international waters, we’ll ask their families for ransom. Even the small fry should cover the gas.”

Bai Ming’an broke down, screaming,

“What are you talking about?! This wasn’t the deal!”

Scarface tapped Bai Ming’an’s face with the flat of her blade. Though she was threatening, the kidnappers clearly had discipline—no one had touched Ming’an’s valuable face.

“You poor thing,” she sneered, “Guess you’re just unlucky. The cops in your country got wind of us, so we’ve got no choice but to pull out. Otherwise, we actually wouldn’t have minded doing this little job for you.”

“Heh, thanks for the generous gift,” said the one-eyed thug beside her, grinning. “Never kidnapped a big celebrity before. What an opportunity!”

Simply put, this was a gang of real criminals—wanted fugitives.

Bai Ming’an had hired them for a fake kidnapping, but they decided to turn it into the real deal. Not only did they abduct Gu Qing, but they had no intention of letting Ming’an or her crew go either.

Meanwhile, the livestream audience was stunned.

The kidnappers had only smashed the camera—so the video feed was gone—but they hadn’t disabled the guests’ microphones.

Thanks to High Zhonghai’s investment in top-of-the-line equipment, the mics were wirelessly synced to the broadcast system, keeping the audio going.

That short exchange dropped a bombshell: Bai Ming’an had orchestrated Gu Qing’s kidnapping—and now it had backfired spectacularly.

“Unbelievable… She’s worse than Jia Junjie from yesterday!”

As the audience exploded in rage, Gu Qing sat bound, listening, thinking the same thing: This is absurd.

This world really was running on scotch tape and bubblegum.

Disgusted, Gu Qing accidentally pressed the knife pendant in her hand against her skin. Strangely, there was no pain.

Frowning, she carefully examined her fingers—no wound. Not even a scratch.

Am I dreaming?

She gently pressed the sharpened edge into her palm again. The blade bent—but her skin remained completely unharmed.

Is this some kind of… indestructible body? The phrase made her cringe.

This wasn’t a fantasy drama. This was reality.

And yet… her leg and face had both healed unnaturally fast. There was that oddly perfect singing voice that only worked for two songs, and that sudden gland recovery that she had previously brushed off due to a lack of medical knowledge.

But now—bent knife, unbroken skin—Gu Qing could no longer ignore the signs.

And the root of it all? Qi Siyu.

The name stirred a dust storm in her mind. Thoughts crashed into each other like sand in a gale, blotting out the sun.

She was disoriented—no firm ground, no answers.

As a die-hard materialist, her worldview was cracking.

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By the time Qi Siyu and the police arrived, the situation had escalated.

Due to the seriousness of the case and its viral nature online, a full SWAT unit had been dispatched. The tower was completely surrounded.

A negotiator stepped up, bullhorn in hand, calling into the building to talk down the kidnappers.

Inside, the kidnappers’ faces went pale. Scarface kicked Bai Ming’an in the ribs. “You brought the damn cops?!”

“That’s impossible!” Ming’an shrieked. If the police capture them, they’ll rat me out!

But if they don’t get caught, then she’d be dragged out to sea—and there was no way these people would let her go, ransom or not.

A cold chill ran through her. Either way, she was screwed.

Unless…

Unless they were silenced—for good.

Panic buzzed in her brain, but after a moment she pulled herself together and made a decision. She had to protect herself first.

She began releasing her pheromones—thankfully, the kidnappers and the camerawoman were all Alphas.

The sharp, narcotic scent of opium blossom filled the air.

Immediately, every Alpha in the room began to react—glazed eyes, dilated pupils, euphoric expressions. Their consciousness floated, lost in pleasure.

This was Bai Ming’an’s trump card—an Omega whose pheromones could bring any Alpha to their knees.

Watching their blissful faces, she waited until they hit their peak—then abruptly cut off the release.

Scarface looked at her with greed blazing in her eyes. At first, she had planned to kill this foolish Omega at sea. But now… this wasn’t a fool—this was a goldmine.

“Change of plan. Dump the other two if we have to, but she comes with us.”

The others agreed instantly, their eyes burning with desire.

Ming’an was terrified, but she held her composure.

Idiots. You think you can just sniff me for free?

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Back in the stream—no, audio-only now—viewers were frantically trying to piece together what had just happened.

Why did the kidnappers suddenly change their minds?

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Four kidnappers and three hostages emerged from the tower.

Gu Qing was slung over someone’s shoulder. Ming’an and the camerawoman had blades pressed to their necks.

Scarface shouted, “Let us leave or they die!”

Qi Siyu clenched her fists when she saw Gu Qing hoisted like luggage.

She knew Gu Qing couldn’t be hurt, not with the gear she’d prepared—but seeing her like that still made her heart twist.

Damn these criminals. If she could, Qi Siyu would kill them herself.

The negotiator tried to stall—neither provoking nor conceding—hoping to de-escalate and buy time to protect the hostages.

Bai Ming’an inhaled deeply. It was now or never.

She released her pheromones again.

And with a second exposure within 24 hours, the effects would be even more intense.

She knocked the blade from her neck and shouted, “Run!”

The kidnappers, drugged on euphoria, were caught completely off guard.

Ming’an bolted.

The camerawoman didn’t flee. Instead, she grabbed a weapon, flipped it, and drove it into a kidnapper’s neck—blood spurting out in a red line.

Meanwhile, Gu Qing was ready. Hearing the signal, she elbowed her captor in the face, yanked off her blindfold, then slammed her full weight down, flipping the kidnapper to the ground.

Even now, she didn’t forget to limp—keeping up her fake injury like a consummate professional.

The tip of the small knife in Gu Qing’s hand was pressed tightly against the kidnapper’s carotid artery. She had just straightened the previously bent blade.

In an instant, the tables had turned.

The SWAT team moved in quickly, their silenced bullets striking the kidnappers’ legs with precision.

The situation was now under control, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Siyu rushed over in her wheelchair, immediately pulling Gu Qing into her arms. “Are you okay?”

Gu Qing looked at Qi Siyu with a complicated expression, but it lasted only a second before she buried all her emotions deep within. “I’m fine.”

She was patient. She wouldn’t act rashly. She would wait—wait for Qi Siyu to slip up again.

Who she truly was, what her motives were, everything would be revealed in time.

Meanwhile, Bai Ming’an’s heart was racing, but her face was lit with barely contained excitement.

Even though the plan had gone off the rails, her performance just now had earned her major points. As long as it was handled right, her popularity was bound to skyrocket.

It was just a pity… Gu Qing hadn’t been dealt with.

Bai Ming’an pondered. It looked like she would have to find another way to get rid of Gu Qing after the show ended.

She liked car accidents so much—surely another one wouldn’t seem too strange?

Just as she was deciding which one of her “pond fish” to send after Gu Qing, a pair of handcuffs clicked around her slender wrists.

Her face went pale. “What are you doing?!”

Gao Zhonghai, standing beside the SWAT officers, smiled. “The mic wasn’t cut. Everything you and the others said was broadcast live to the stream.”

Bai Ming’an tried to keep calm. “That’s… that’s impossible…”

One officer stepped forward. “You’ll need to come with us. We’ll investigate the facts ourselves.”

After taking just a few steps, Bai Ming’an collapsed on the spot. The shock was too much.

Gao Zhonghai accompanied the police as well. The fallout from this kidnapping case was too widespread. As the person responsible for the show, he had to help manage the crisis.

In his opinion, the best move would be to claim the entire incident was an unscripted immersive skit that Bai Ming’an had arranged on her own—say that even the kidnapper betrayal was part of the “script.” Push all the blame onto Bai Ming’an.

Sure, there will still be some backlash, but most of it would fall on Bai Ming’an, which was much better than admitting it had been a real kidnapping.

But this wasn’t solely up to Gao Zhonghai. He had to attend a meeting and help come up with the least damaging solution with the rest of the team.

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Qi Siyu took Gu Qing straight to a van waiting outside. “Are you shaken up?”

Gu Qing shook her head. “Not really. It felt more like a rushed set change. I hadn’t been awake long before Bai Ming’an showed up.”

After witnessing one of the most absurd performances imaginable, the rescue team had arrived. She had expected a prolonged standoff, but Bai Ming’an’s sudden move had created an opening—and Gu Qing had seized it instinctively.

That instinct, though, came from her growing suspicion of her body’s abnormal condition. But that wasn’t something she was ready to tell Qi Siyu.

“Though I might need to visit the hospital. I inhaled quite a bit of Bai Ming’an’s pheromone,” Gu Qing said calmly.

“Oh, you mean that sour, rancid, nasty-smelling stuff?” Qi Siyu frowned, recalling how all the Alphas had looked completely dazed once the scent hit the air.

“Yeah.” Gu Qing locked eyes with her.

Qi Siyu felt her scalp tingle. “Wh-what is it?”

“Nothing,” Gu Qing replied, but her thoughts were racing.

Qi Siyu had once said Sun Yingying’s pheromone smelled awful, and their compatibility score had been rock-bottom. Now, she reacted the same way to Bai Ming’an’s pheromone. A ridiculous hypothesis began forming in Gu Qing’s mind.

“Should we go to the hospital now?” Qi Siyu asked.

“No need. Let’s wait until things calm down. I feel fine. Bai Ming’an wasn’t in heat—it’s just that her pheromone is… unusual,” Gu Qing explained.

Ah, right. The poppy-scented pheromone. It hadn’t been emphasized much in the original novel, so Qi Siyu hadn’t remembered clearly. Apparently, it gave Alphas a high similar to drug use, with no physical harm. Especially during sex, it brought extreme pleasure.

But what effect did it have on Omegas?

Better safe than sorry.

After giving statements at the station, the officers thoughtfully asked Gu Qing if she wanted psychological counseling.

She declined, and they were free to leave.

On the way to the hospital, Qi Siyu received a message from Gao Zhonghai:

“He says just post something confirming you’re safe. Don’t say anything else. If anyone asks, just say you were frightened and need rest.”

“Got it,” Gu Qing nodded. “Let’s take a photo.”

One picture captured her perfectly—exhausted but composed, afraid but strong.

Qi Siyu uploaded it to Gu Qing’s Weibo with the caption:

“Safe and sound. Everything is okay.”

The comment count skyrocketed in seconds, full of concern, speculation, and sympathy.

They didn’t reply—just scrolled through silently. Soon, they arrived at the hospital.

In the pheromone clinic, Gu Qing had blood drawn.

Qi Siyu kept her eyes shut the entire time, afraid she might faint at the sight of blood.

“Please run a pheromone compatibility test,” Gu Qing said calmly.

“Huh?” Qi Siyu blinked. “For who?”

“For you,” Gu Qing replied.

Qi Siyu felt her arm being held as a tourniquet was fastened and a cold needle pierced her skin.

“Why?” she asked, confused.

“You’ll see when the results come out.”

Pheromone compatibility tests were complex, with results available after 24 hours via the hospital’s official app.

Gu Qing’s own exam results came back in 15 minutes. The doctor said, “There’s no serious effect, but carry an inhibitor just in case. If you feel unwell, inject immediately.”

Qi Siyu lifted the hem of her shirt to reveal a line of inhibitors on her belt. “Relax. I’ve carried them ever since last time, hehe.”

Gu Qing’s expression turned strange. So that’s what she had bumped into earlier that afternoon…

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Yesterday, her adoptive parents had cornered her. Today, she’d been kidnapped. Two days into filming the variety show, Gu Qing had already experienced more drama than most people did in two lifetimes.

Not only had her fans grown fiercely protective, but even casual viewers were shedding tears for her.

The “detective squad” that had previously searched for Gu Qing’s hometown now had a new mission: to find her biological parents.

Of course, not everyone deserves the title of “parent.” Gu Qing might have been abandoned by them. So, for now, the fans were secretly organizing the search. Until they found something solid, they wouldn’t tell her.

If it was good news—it would be a pleasant surprise.

If not—they would pretend it never happened.

So considerate.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mainland, the original novel’s “tool character” Gu family’s illegitimate daughter—whose role was to suffer immune rejection from a blood transfusion—was also scrolling through the news.

She looked at the photo Gu Qing had just posted and felt a creeping sense of familiarity.

Every year, the Gu family took a family portrait. Even as an illegitimate child, Gu Lulu had a place in those photos—proof of her connection to the family.

She rushed back to her room, pulling out a heavy photo album. She flipped to a picture taken twenty years ago, when she was just six—the first time she’d met the Gu family.

Back then, the current dignified and composed head of the household had been a long-haired, rebellious type with a flamboyant flair.

Flipping to the right page, Gu Lulu let out a low whistle.

That resemblance was uncanny.