Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 69.1

Since Gu Junsi couldn’t leave the island, he invited Gu Qing to visit instead, suggesting she treat it as both a meeting and a vacation.

“I just don’t know if you have the time,” he said.

Gu Qing nodded. Su Ningmo was still rewriting her script after finishing her training, and filming wouldn’t start anytime soon—so Gu Qing had plenty of time on her hands.

With just a few brief exchanges, she and Gu Junsi finalized the travel arrangements.

Before hanging up, a faint smile broke through the exhaustion on Gu Junsi’s face.

“You’re really a lot like your mother.”

Gu Qing simply replied with a soft “Mm.” She didn’t speak further.

They both fell silent.

Gu Junsi rubbed his sore, stinging eyes. “Alright, let’s stop here for today. We can talk more when we meet.”

This child really was just like Xinglin. Even after he’d practically handed her the opportunity, she hadn’t asked anything—about what kind of person her mother was, or why she wasn’t there now.

“Okay. Goodbye.”

Gu Qing ended the call herself.

Gu Lulu stared in disbelief. “Wait, that’s it?”

In her mind, she’d pictured the two of them tearfully reconnecting, asking all about each other’s lives. Her dad had always said that her fourth uncle used to cry easily—very sensitive and delicate.

“He’s tired. And judging by the lighting, it’s probably nighttime over there,” Gu Qing said calmly.

Her attention to detail was sharp: the light above Gu Junsi had been bright, and behind him, the curtains were half-drawn—through the gaps, it had been pitch dark outside.

“Oh! Right! You’re amazing—I didn’t notice any of that.” Gu Lulu chuckled sheepishly. “I’ll book the flights now. Let’s head to the port Uncle mentioned.”

“We’re leaving now? I booked a non-refundable seven-day package!” Gu Xiaoling winced. Xuanle Temples’s resort wasn’t cheap, and since they’d already started using the services, they couldn’t pause and resume later.

Gu Qing glanced at Qi Siyu.

Qi Siyu immediately understood. “Don’t worry. My aunt’s got some pull at that place. I’ll ask her to quietly work her magic and get your money refunded.”

Gu Xiaoling rolled her eyes.

“Some of us have integrity, you know. We don’t do shady backdoor stuff. Forget it—just take it as a donation to the ‘Blessings for Gu Qing’ fund.”

Qi Siyu stuck out her tongue. What kind of person says that out loud?

With that, their travel plans were set.

Gu Lulu managed to book tickets for noon the next day, giving everyone one more night to rest before departure.

After the tickets were secured, Gu Lulu sneakily pulled Qi Siyu aside.

“I was so excited, I forgot to ask… how’s A-Qing doing physically? Can she handle a few days of travel?”

“She’s doing alright. She can walk a few steps with a cane now,” Qi Siyu replied, though puzzled. “Why not just ask Gu Qing directly? You’re being so sneaky, I thought you were plotting something.”

“Ahem… I’ve never interacted with someone like her before. I’m scared I’ll say something wrong and upset her,” Gu Lulu admitted nervously. She really wanted to be a good sister—to take care of her little sister properly.

“Don’t worry,” Qi Siyu said casually. “Our Gu Qing is emotionally rock-solid. Like a deep ancient well—still and unfathomable. If a mountain collapsed in front of her, she wouldn’t flinch. That’s how calm she is.”

She shrugged. “As long as your intentions are good, she won’t get mad.”

“Gu Qing! Gu Qing! Come quick—Qi Siyu’s talking smack about you!”

Gu Xiaoling’s high-pitched voice echoed through the apartment, nearly scaring the life out of Qi Siyu.

“What nonsense are you yelling?”

Qi Siyu turned around, ready to shut her up—only to find Gu Qing standing there, not Gu Xiaoling.

Their eyes met.

Meanwhile, Gu Xiaoling—who had shouted the tattletale line—was already several meters away.

Awkward.

Even though Qi Siyu didn’t think she’d said anything bad—if anything, she’d been praising Gu Qing—it still made her feel strangely guilty under that cool gray gaze.

“Ahem. I was complimenting you.” Qi Siyu plastered on a smile. “Gu Qing, I wasn’t wrong, right?”

Gu Qing stared at her for a moment. This person who always stirred up her emotions had just described her as an ancient well, emotionless and still.

“…Mm.”

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On the other side of the call, Gu Junsi rubbed his face and returned to what he’d been doing—frying eggs.

The eggs were a bit overcooked, and he hadn’t used a mold, so the edges were thin and burned to a crisp.

His wife loved them exactly like this when she was unwell. It had taken him quite a bit of practice, over twenty years ago, to perfect this “badly fried egg” style.

Balancing the two eggs, Gu Junsi headed toward the bedroom.

Inside, everything was soft and plush—no sharp corners or hard surfaces in sight.

A beautiful Omega lay curled up on the bed, caught in a nightmare, her forehead beaded with cold sweat.

“Xinglin,” Gu Junsi called gently as he wiped her sweat with a towel, trying to rouse her. “Xinglin, wake up. Have something to eat.”

Song Xinglin opened her eyes, glanced at the ugly fried eggs, and muttered in distaste, “I want something good.”

Gu Junsi: !!!

“You’re awake?! Xinglin, it’s only the fifth day!”

He was beyond ecstatic—two blessings in one day.

Ever since they lost their daughter and accepted that she might never be found, Xinglin had developed a dissociative disorder that triggered around the anniversary of her death. It usually lasted fifteen days.

And it was never the same—sometimes she was a weeping wreck, sometimes she wanted to destroy the world.

For her safety and everyone else’s, they secluded themselves on the island every year.

But this year, it was only the fifth day, and she was already lucid.

“I had a nightmare,” Xinglin said, picking up her chopsticks despite the unappetizing eggs. “I dreamed we found our daughter… but she was in a terrible state. It scared me awake.”

Could it be… a mother’s intuition? Some kind of delayed sixth sense?

“Xinglin, I think our daughter really is back.” Gu Junsi held the plate in one hand and fumbled for his phone with the other.

“Lulu said she found someone who looks exactly like I did when I was young—and the DNA test shows they’re related.”

“What if she’s one of Gu Wu’s illegitimate kids?” Song Xinglin said calmly.

But when Gu Junsi showed her the screenshot, she froze.

The girl looked exactly like a younger Gu Junsi—except her eyes, which were unmistakably Xinglin’s.

“Don’t get your hopes up. What if someone had her surgically altered to look like this, just to get our money?” Xinglin said this partly for Gu Junsi’s sake, but also to convince herself.

Compared to the emotional Gu Junsi, she was the rational one. You can’t pop the champagne halfway through the game, and she didn’t want to waste her emotions prematurely.

Yet as she stared at the girl in the photo, a warm, inexplicable familiarity bloomed in her chest.

Every cell in her body screamed the same truth:

That’s our daughter.

“When the child arrives, we’ll do a paternity test,” Gu Junsi said. “I didn’t expect you to wake up so soon, so I invited them to the island. Everything we need is here.”

As he spoke, he rubbed his forehead with one hand.

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Xinglin slapped him. “You couldn’t have waited a few more days? Let the child see me looking like death—don’t I have any dignity?”

“I just thought, maybe seeing her might help with your condition. Look, she hasn’t even arrived yet and you’ve already woken up. This is the first time in over twenty years!” Gu Junsi wrapped his arms around her and began to sob, tears falling onto her shoulder. “This is so good.”

“Crying at your age? Do you still think you’re a teenager?” Song Xinglin said with mock disdain, though she hugged him back tightly.

“Alright, that’s enough,” she finally said, peeling him off after ten minutes. She pinched the soft flesh on her stomach and frowned. “I need to start working out. I’ve gained so much weight I’m embarrassed to be seen.”

Gu Junsi reached out and pinched it too, pouting. “It’s soft and nice to squeeze.”

Smack—his hand was slapped away.

“You too—shave, fix your hair, and start working out with me,” Song Xinglin said, looking him up and down.

Gu Junsi wailed in protest, but she still dragged him into the gym. Deep down though, he was beaming with joy.

She said she didn’t believe the girl was their daughter, yet here she was already trying to fix herself up. Heh.

While Gu Junsi ran on the treadmill with a pained expression, Song Xinglin discreetly took out her phone and contacted her personal assistant (not Gu Yulong), instructing her to investigate Gu Qing’s past.

The nightmare had left her deeply unsettled. She had a horrible feeling that her precious daughter hadn’t had an easy life.

Hopefully, she was just being paranoid. But if anyone had mistreated her daughter, they would pay—tenfold.

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After landing, Qi Siyu’s group took a car and arrived at the dock by sunset, boarding the cruise arranged by Gu Junsi.

“We should arrive in a little over two days,” Gu Lulu said. It was her first time visiting too—her fourth uncle and aunt’s private territory. She had asked the captain about the trip’s duration.

“There’s a lot to eat and do onboard. Let’s hope we enjoy these two days.”

“Let’s put our luggage down first.”

Holding the floor plan, Gu Lulu led the way. “We can pick any room on deck three. The dining area is on the first floor, but we can also have food delivered to our rooms.”

“Which spot’s the best?” Gu Xiaoling asked enthusiastically—this was her first time on a cruise.

“Let’s go to the first floor,” Gu Qing said calmly.

“Alright!”

The group wheeled their luggage down to find rooms on the first floor.

The rooms weren’t large—besides a viewing balcony, there was just a bed, a sofa set, and a desk.

The four of them picked adjacent rooms. Gu Qing chose the one at the end. Gu Xiaoling and Gu Lulu were next to and across from her.

Qi Siyu, who was a beat too slow, had to take a room diagonally opposite—not great for sneaking in later!

While they were settling in, the cruise ship quietly set sail.

Gu Xiaoling had planned to try every game on the ship. Unfortunately, she was soon hit with seasickness—dizzy, nauseous, and dry-heaving. Classic symptoms.

After taking some medicine, she lay in her room, texting Gu Qing to complain.

Meanwhile, Gu Lulu knocked on Gu Qing’s door, only for Qi Siyu to open it. For a moment, she looked a bit awkward—caught up in all the excitement lately, she’d forgotten to ask about their relationship.

There’s no way they’re just “close girlfriends,” right? Gu Lulu definitely didn’t believe in pure friendships between an A and an O!

With that thought, she blurted out, “Why are you here? And what’s your relationship with A-Qing?”

“I brought her some water. What relationship could we have? We’re just good friends,” Qi Siyu replied, deadpan and confident.

Say something to yourself often enough, and it starts to feel like the truth.

“Who has ‘good friends’ who sleep in the same room?” Gu Lulu narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“Gu Qing’s leg is injured. A Beta like Xiaoling can’t take care of her properly,” Qi Siyu said, throwing shade at Gu Xiaoling. “Ask Gu Qing if you don’t believe me.”

She turned to look at Gu Qing.

Gu Qing, mid-sip, glanced up: “Mm.”

Gu Lulu’s gaze swept between them—no sign of guilt. “Alright then.”

“What did you come for?” Qi Siyu asked.

“I wanted to show you around. Though I haven’t seen much of the ship myself,” Gu Lulu said, glancing shyly at Gu Qing.