Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 71

Song Xinglin and Gu Junsi spent the entire afternoon excitedly and wholeheartedly working on their project, planning to show off their skills in the evening and impress Gu Qing.

But just as they emerged from their “closed-door cultivation,” they were informed by the doctor that their beloved daughter had entered her heat cycle—and she had already gone into a room with Qi Siyu.

“What?” At that moment, Song Xinglin was merely disappointed they wouldn’t get a chance to perform that evening.

But it was understandable—Gu Qing was an Omega. It was only natural for her to seek out her Alpha during her heat.

As parents who had arrived late in their daughter’s life, they had vowed to give her love, not restrictions.

However, Gu Lulu handed Song Xinglin a bottle of water. “Auntie, this is from Qi Siyu. She said A-Qing shouldn’t be entering her heat cycle at this time. Although nothing came up in the examination, she still asked me to give this to you.”

Indeed, before going into the room, after receiving the system’s prompt, Qi Siyu had hesitated. She had even rushed Gu Qing to the doctor.

When the doctor failed to alleviate Gu Qing’s condition, Qi Siyu had no choice but to carry her urgently to the bedroom.

Song Xinglin frowned. She took the bottle, examined it closely, and found a tiny dot at the junction between the cap and the bottle. “Look here. Doesn’t this look like a syringe puncture that has been sealed over?”

The bottle was already a dark blue. The cap’s seam was even darker and unnoticeable. Without a meticulous inspection, it would’ve been impossible to spot the tiny injection mark.

Gu Junsi frowned as well. “We need to get the remaining water tested immediately.”

The results left everyone furious: the water contained a high dosage of chemical agents.

This time it was the lab technician who spoke. “Sir, Ma’am, this compound is very similar to an older formula we abandoned, though it has been chemically modified. Either this is a coincidence, or we have a mole.”

“The exact toxicity still needs to be tested on animals, but its addictive properties and ability to induce heat are certain.”

Gu Qing had just returned home—who could be targeting her? Or was it possible that the bottle had just been left in the botanical lab’s fridge and anyone could’ve drunk it?

Song Xinglin’s face was like a sheet of frost, her gaze icy and venomous. She now looked exactly like Gu Junsi had once said—just like Gu Qing’s biological mother.

Her tenderness was reserved only for those she loved.

From the island onward, the entirety of the Gu family’s Fourth Branch launched an aggressive internal investigation.

That this had happened on their turf filled the couple with guilt.

But misfortune never comes alone.

The investigation team Song Xinglin had dispatched came back with a full report. That cheerful, charming, and polite Qi Siyu? A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It wasn’t just coercing Gu Qing into marriage. Those online smear campaigns about Gu Qing? All orchestrated by Qi Siyu. Even the car accident had been her doing—confirmed by testimony from Gu Qing’s former agent.

She was calculating to the extreme.

Their innocent and naïve daughter had clearly been played like a fiddle.

And to make things worse, Song Xinglin had never once sensed the presence of another Alpha on Gu Qing—meaning no lifelong bond had been formed.

But now, thanks to the drugging, had that despicable woman been given the perfect opportunity???

Song Xinglin was so furious her breathing became ragged. Gu Junsi quickly supported her. “Calm down, calm down.”

His eyes were red, brimming with tears, but he still needed to comfort his wife.

“Do you think we’re cursed for Gu Qing? She was stolen by a vengeful nanny when she was little. Now we’ve just been reunited, and she’s drugged again.” Song Xinglin’s voice was choked.

“But as long as she’s still with us, we can protect her! So what if there’s a bond? We can develop a method to erase it, and in the meantime lock up that scum and extract her pheromones for our A-Qing.” Gu Junsi hugged her tightly. “You must stay strong. Who will protect our daughter if not you?”

Song Xinglin composed herself quickly. “You’re right. It’s just a mark.”

Once Gu Qing’s heat was over, she was going to settle this with Qi Siyu.

That clueless, pitiful little Qi had no idea what she would be facing once this was over. Right now, all she could think about was: Gu Qing smells so good, so soft, so…

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Back to when Qi Siyu stumbled into the bedroom carrying Gu Qing—

At that moment, Gu Qing was burning up, her body almost melting into liquid heat. Her hands still had strength though—she’d torn most of the buttons off Qi Siyu’s shirt.

Qi Siyu was burning up too. The highly compatible pheromones—especially those from an Omega in heat—wrapped around her, seeping into every pore, pushing her toward the same frenzy.

Normally lacking self-control, Qi Siyu had now become a model of restraint, enduring the physical agony and breathing in scorching pheromones while cradling Gu Qing in her arms.

She knew from the novel that Gu Qing would die alone. Still, she often dreamt of moments like this.

Now that it was real, her hands were trembling from nerves. Because this wasn’t mutual desire—Gu Qing had been drugged.

Her rationality wavered. What if Gu Qing sobered up in the next second?

As someone transmigrated into this ABO world, Qi Siyu still didn’t fully understand how it all worked.

Every movement was cautious. Her eyes never left Gu Qing’s face. The moment Gu Qing said stop, she would retreat to a safe, respectable distance.

But that restraint—while admirable—drove the burning, semi-lucid Gu Qing insane with frustration.

Perhaps sensing Qi Siyu’s hesitance, Gu Qing’s misty gray eyes stared right into hers. For a moment, she looked clear-headed. But then her lips parted, and what she said made Qi Siyu’s sanity shatter.

“Kiss me.”

Cold, commanding, yet laced with Gu Qing’s unique tenderness.

Qi Siyu immediately, though clumsily, kissed her, sucking softly on Gu Qing’s lower lip. The sweet warmth of her lips felt electric—Qi Siyu nearly melted on the spot, as if she were floating in the clouds.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Gu Qing’s waist, cutting off any escape.

But Gu Qing had no intention of backing away. Unlike Qi Siyu’s hesitant exploration, she attacked fiercely, her agile tongue prying open Qi Siyu’s jaw, chasing her shy counterpart.

“Mm… mmm… mmm…” Qi Siyu gasped for air, lips and teeth entangled, heartbeats pounding in sync—until even her thoughts turned to mush.

Rationally, she wanted to stop. But her arms, like steel bands, never once let go of that soft waist.

When she finally had a moment to breathe, Qi Siyu opened her mouth—and Gu Qing bit somewhere else, making her cry out, “Ah—!”

Even in heat, Gu Qing was the one in control.

That made Qi Siyu feel weak and useless. Alpha instincts stirred. Her desire to dominate awoke. She racked her brain, tried to remember everything she’d learned—and launched her counterattack.

Clumsy, but passionate.

Under the Alpha’s efforts, the Omega’s back arched, fingers tugging at the sheets. Her moans came fast and shallow, like a racing drumbeat, each breath spilling like waves after a high tide.

A moment later, like a violin string snapping, Gu Qing collapsed, boneless and soft atop Qi Siyu—only her collarbone still heaving with the aftershocks of release.

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Seven days passed. Finally, Song Xinglin’s phone received a notification: the pheromone monitor in Gu Qing’s bedroom reported levels had dropped below threshold.

Her heat was over.

Song Xinglin and Gu Junsi rushed to the bedroom, pacing anxiously in the hallway.

An hour passed. Still no sign of life from inside.

“What’s taking so long!” Song Xinglin grumbled.

“Exactly!” Gu Junsi echoed.

Neither spared a thought for whether the utterly exhausted Qi Siyu had the strength to get out of bed.

Truthfully, Qi Siyu couldn’t even crawl anymore.

“Uncle, Auntie!” Gu Lulu and Gu Xiaoling arrived, carrying a lunchbox. “Qi Siyu messaged us just now—said she’s hungry. Auntie made her some hot wontons.”

For the past week, Qi Siyu had only been able to eat during Gu Qing’s brief moments of clarity—often cold leftovers, barely touched before getting dragged back into action.

Now that it was finally over, she just wanted something hot.

“I’ll deliver it,” Song Xinglin growled, teeth clenched. That damned Alpha still had the appetite to eat—had she even taken good care of A-Qing?

The moment she opened the door, a wave of pheromones hit her like a brick wall.

She staggered back. Even that brief exposure left her panting.

Gu Junsi rushed to release his own pheromones to stabilize her. Only then did Song Xinglin recover, teeth grinding.

“Disgraceful.”

The scent was overwhelming. Just how many times had they gone at it? Even the ventilation system had tapped out.

She sent Gu Lulu and Gu Xiaoling away, swapped the lunchbox contents, donned protective gear, and re-entered.

The suite consisted of a small sitting area, a bathroom, a closet, and the bedroom.

The living room was a mess. Qi Siyu had barely managed to clear the trash each day. The wrinkled carpet and couch—she simply hadn’t had the strength to clean.

Song Xinglin’s gaze swept over the wreckage. Without a word, she headed toward the inner bedroom.

Before she could knock, the door opened. Qi Siyu peeked out, surprised. “Ah—Auntie, hello. I’ll take that.”

Song Xinglin ignored her outstretched hand. “Where’s A-Qing?”

“She’s resting,” Qi Siyu replied, rubbing her nose. She could sense the overwhelming hostility.

If someone slept with her daughter, she would probably act the same way.

“Come with me,” Song Xinglin said coldly.

“Uh?” Qi Siyu scratched her head. “Let me get dressed first.”

“Hurry up.”

Once dressed, Qi Siyu was about to step out, but Song Xinglin stopped her. “I’ll check on A-Qing first.”

Qi Siyu could only nod and obediently step aside.

Inside, Gu Qing lay asleep, face flushed and glowing, like someone well-nourished.

As Song Xinglin drew closer, she saw the scattered red marks across her neck and collarbone—evidence of many passionate nights.

But the pheromones on her skin were still pure, unmarred by any lifelong mark from an Alpha.

Qi Siyu hadn’t dared—or hadn’t been able—to mark her.

That meant the past seven days could be considered a dream. Once she woke up, it would all fade away without consequence.

Song Xinglin’s expression softened slightly. She quietly left.

Qi Siyu was waiting in the lounge.

Without a word, Song Xinglin opened the lunchbox and tossed a file folder onto the coffee table.

“Sign this.”

“Uh?” Qi Siyu blinked in confusion. She picked up the folder.

The first page read: Divorce Agreement.

Qi Siyu: ?!

What the hell was this?

“Sign it, or I’ll destroy you,” Song Xinglin sneered. “I know everything you’ve done.”