Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 75

Startled awake, Qi Siyu groped blindly for the lighter she had left on the nightstand. Squinting, she lit the Dream Incense.

A thin trail of white smoke curled into the air, unnaturally cohesive, drifting straight into her nose.

The scent was faint but complex—part freshly tilled wheat field after rain, part cool peppermint, and part something sour and unfamiliar…

In short, invigorating. Qi Siyu was instantly wide awake—only to find herself no longer in her bedroom, but walking down a dim, narrow path.

Outside, her real body slumped as if fast asleep.

As she walked on, a familiar mechanical chime sounded:

“Ding! You have entered Gu Qing’s dream.”

Qi Siyu looked around—this was clearly a hospital.

A few steps ahead, she heard a doctor’s voice say, “Good thing you got here in time. Otherwise, that red mark would’ve already faded.”

Pfft. Qi Siyu couldn’t help but laugh. She peeked around the corner—sure enough, the ones being examined were Gu Qing and… herself.

Good news: Gu Qing had seen her WeChat post.

Better news: Gu Qing had brought her to the doctor in a dream.

So thoughtful, honestly.

Bad news: Gu Qing dreamed about her. Which meant… she wasn’t getting out of here anytime soon.

Wait, what was she worried about? It’s a dream. Even if there were eighteen Qi Siyus, it would still be Gu Qing’s “problem.”

Heh heh heh.

Carefree now, Qi Siyu pushed open the door—only to freeze at the sight of a delicate, teary-eyed version of herself snuggled in Gu Qing’s arms.

What the hell?!

Is this how Gu Qing sees me?!

Qi Siyu had initially planned to pull off a clever “real vs. fake” act, but her mind went completely blank at the sight.

Gu Qing looked from the sobbing version of her in her arms to the new arrival. Then, in a serious tone, she said:

“Your forehead isn’t red. You’re the fake one.”

Qi Siyu: ???

The next second, Qi Siyu was forcibly ejected from the dream and snapped back to the real world.

Stunned. She was absolutely stunned.

She got kicked out of a dream?!

[System]: The incense hasn’t finished burning. You can go in again.

Even the system hadn’t expected this outcome—kicked out for a non-red forehead?!

[System]: Perhaps you should… um, make your forehead red first?

Qi Siyu nearly burst out laughing.

[Qi Siyu]: Great advice. Don’t ever suggest anything again.

System IQ: Questionable.

[Qi Siyu]: Wait, you followed me into the dream?

[System]: Yes. I’m bound to your soul and consciousness. But you can disable me anytime.

[Qi Siyu]: Okay.

Qi Siyu pressed her arm across her forehead and reentered the dream.

This should leave a red mark. No way I’m hitting myself like that dumb system suggested.

When she opened her eyes again, the setting had changed—it wasn’t the hospital anymore, but a bar pulsating with multicolored lights and deafening music.

A nightclub?

Qi Siyu rarely visited places like this—only when scouting filming locations.

She wove through the crowd, searching for Gu Qing.

“Holy crap, there’s a fight going on—cheating drama, let’s go!” someone shouted.

Qi Siyu followed the flow of people to a clearing in the crowd.

There, three people were in a tense standoff.

On one side was Gu Qing, standing alone. On the other, “Qi Siyu,” arm-in-arm with a masked woman.

Qi Siyu’s eyes widened.

That mask—it had the exact same floral pattern as the umbrella given to her by the woman in the mask that day.

The other “Qi Siyu” kept her head down, face unreadable. The masked woman, however, sneered arrogantly.

“I’m the one Qi Siyu loves now. You’re ancient history. Scratch that—you were never even on the radar.”

“You’ve been dumped! Have some self-respect and stop clinging!” she said, then turned to “Qi Siyu” and shook her arm.

“Say something, babe! Tell her to get lost!”

The other “Qi Siyu” mumbled, “Gu Qing… just go. Once the civil affairs office opens, we’ll get the divorce.”

Qi Siyu watching nearby facepalmed.

This dream is insane.

Gu Qing visibly paled, clutching her stomach.

“I’m pregnant… with your child…”

“So what?! She only loves me!” the masked woman shrieked, shaking her again.

“Tell her to get rid of it! Only I can give you a baby!”

“Qi Siyu’s” voice trembled.

“Isn’t… that a bit too cruel?”

Qi Siyu had had enough.

Why is Gu Qing dreaming up this melodramatic nonsense?!

Cheating? Divorce? Pregnant wife?

Her brain short-circuited.

“The child is mine!“ she blurted out, charging into the scene.

Gu Qing looked stunned, her gaze flitting between the two identical Qi Siyus.

Just as Qi Siyu was about to speak, the dream started to shatter. She thought she’d be ejected again—but no, the scene simply shifted.

Now it was the hospital again. Outside an operating room, the “Qi Siyu” and masked woman were anxiously waiting. A nurse clutched a consent form.

“We can only save one—the mother or the baby. Make a decision!”

Qi Siyu: …

Seriously, what is this soap-opera hell?! Did Gu Qing binge-watch some ridiculous dramas before bed?

“Qi Siyu” hesitated, unable to decide. The nurse was nearly in tears.

Qi Siyu stepped forward.

“Save the mother!”

Then the scene shifted again.

Car crashes. Landslides. Zombie apocalypse.

By the time the Dream Incense finished burning, Qi Siyu was curled up on her bed, massaging her temples.

Gu Qing’s dreams were exhausting.

Constantly shifting scenes, all bizarre.

And in every single one—that masked woman was there.

It was already 4 a.m.

Qi Siyu yawned and checked her earlier WeChat post. In the photo of her forehead, the corner of the umbrella had appeared in the top right.

She hadn’t noticed it when she posted, but Gu Qing clearly had.

So observant.

If Gu Qing didn’t know where the umbrella came from, Qi Siyu would’ve suspected she was jealous.

Heh. As bizarre as the whole dream was, it had been… kind of fun.

She’d always assumed Gu Qing had a plain, logical mind—but it turns out her subconscious loved drama just like everyone else.

Qi Siyu felt like she’d learned something new about her.

But why was Gu Qing’s expression always so calm in the dream? Even when facing zombies?!

Her thoughts drifted aimlessly as she fell asleep again.

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She woke up the next day in the evening.

Great. If she didn’t fix this sleep schedule soon, it would spiral completely.

While brushing her teeth, Qi Siyu checked her phone.

Two missed calls from Su Ningqing—one at 9 a.m., the other at 2 p.m.

Wahoo~ She probably watched the student film and was blown away. No doubt she was eager to sign a contract.

Freshly washed and dressed, Qi Siyu called her back.

“Hey, I just woke up. So? Blown away by my brilliance, weren’t you?” Qi Siyu said smugly.

“It wasn’t bad. You scared my wife so badly she dove right into my arms,” Su Ningqing replied, clearly satisfied. “Come to my office at 9 a.m. tomorrow to discuss the contract.”

“Huh? Why tomorrow? What’s left to think about?” Qi Siyu was confused.

“Open those dog eyes of yours and check the time,” Su Ningqing said, exasperated. “My company’s not based in the U.S., you know.”

“Tsk,” Qi Siyu clicked her tongue, unfazed. “What’s wrong with the boss pulling an all-nighter?”

Su Ningqing’s response was a dial tone—she had already hung up.

Still, she had already sent the script to Qi Siyu’s email. Qi Siyu could get started right away.

After working for about an hour, Qi Siyu got up to stretch, then habitually opened her phone to check her social feed.

That’s when she spotted a photo of Gu Qing.

Startled, she immediately tapped on it. The image showed Gu Qing in profile, standing in a garden. On the lawn behind her were dessert tables and a champagne tower—it looked like a party.

The caption read:

“Unexpectedly ran into Film Empress Gu while crashing a party during my trip to Country B. Turns out she’s the long-lost daughter of the Gu family. Seriously, I’m so jealous.”

Qi Siyu took a deep breath and saved the photo before continuing to scroll.

Gu Lulu loved posting on her feed, and naturally wouldn’t miss such a major event. She had uploaded a full nine-photo grid, and every single picture included Gu Qing.

Qi Siyu’s gaze was filled with a longing and hunger she didn’t even realize she had. Her fingers unconsciously hovered over Gu Qing’s cheek on the screen, as if wanting to gently touch it.

Back in that chaotic dream, her feelings for Gu Qing had been buried under all the melodrama. But now, alone in the quiet of night, that longing surged uncontrollably the moment she saw Gu Qing’s face.

The sooner she finished this script, the sooner they could start filming. And the sooner they started, the sooner she could see Gu Qing again.

Once she drew that little equal sign in her equation, Qi Siyu was instantly re-energized.

[System]: Host, there’s a premium assistant in the prize pool who can help you efficiently handle all tasks!

The system jumped in, seizing the opportunity to promote a lottery draw with everything it had.

Since Gu Qing hadn’t needed anything recently, Qi Siyu hadn’t been interested in drawing prizes. But now, she had a ton of draws saved up—like sitting on a treasure trove and not touching it.

[Qi Siyu]: Oh right, I almost forgot—Gu Qing’s supply of YuanKang powder must be running low. Things were chaotic when I left, and I didn’t think to leave her more.

She immediately opened the lottery page. As for the system’s so-called assistant? She didn’t need help from non-human tools.

She couldn’t afford to become lazy. A creative brain needs to keep turning.

[System]: Host, YuanKang powder is good for overall health but a bit basic. How about something more targeted—like supplements for blood and energy, trace minerals, or special nutrients…?

That actually made sense to Qi Siyu. She was flush with cash these days.

[Qi Siyu]: Sure, you make the recommendations. Let’s draw a bunch—I’ll use some myself too.

[System]: You got it! Here’s your deluxe wellness package:

– Blood & Energy Boosting “Seven Reds Drink”

– Multivitamin Tablets

– Whitening & Beauty Capsules

– Eye & Ear Health Tonic

– Dental Care Chewables

– Heart, Liver & Stomach Support Soup

– Nail & Cuticle Strengthening Oil

– Silky Smooth Body Lotion

With these eight essentials, you’ll never need anything else!

The system was clearly trying to outfit her from head to toe—it wasn’t just selling a one-time product, this was a long-term business model.

Qi Siyu: …

[Qi Siyu]: If I wanted to supply two people with this every month, how many draws would that take?

[System]: Just 100 draws a month! Easy!

The system tried to keep its tone light, hoping to downplay the pressure—but its robotic voice had the opposite effect.

Qi Siyu sucked in a breath.

She had only earned around 600 draws from a full week of being close with Gu Qing. If she went with the full wellness plan, she would burn through it in 10 days.

Way too expensive.

She narrowed it down, keeping just the “Seven Reds Drink.” It lasted half a month per dose—meaning she only needed 40 draws per month for two people. Manageable—just four days of hard work.

The system: TAT (crying emoji equivalent)

Gu Qing probably wouldn’t return for another ten days, so Qi Siyu drew two sets: one for Gu Qing, one for herself.

The YuanKang powder and Seven Reds Drink were ready—but how to get them to Gu Qing?

[System]: Host! Host! There’s a “Bird Express” in the prize pool! Global delivery in just 30 minutes! Only costs one 10x draw!

Desperate for energy points, the system was throwing everything it had into the pitch.

[Qi Siyu]: Fine. You handle it.

She packed up everything with instructions and got back to work.

She assumed “Bird Express” was just a cute name—like a play on FedEx or something.

She never expected the courier to be… an actual bird.

The bird even waited until there was no one else around, then opened the window and flew right into Gu Qing’s bedroom, delivering the package from its back.

At that moment, Gu Qing was reading about medieval werewolves and witches. She locked eyes with the bird’s beady ones.

It tapped its wing on the note clipped to the package, then flapped away into the night.

Gu Qing took a moment, then pulled out the handwritten instructions from Qi Siyu.

It was clearly from her—there were no customs or inspection labels. What kind of bird could fly halfway across the globe to deliver a package?

She’d planned to go to bed in 30 minutes—but now, she grabbed her coat and headed for the local library instead.

She had already finished reading most Chinese mythology. Now she was deep into the Western side.

She was trying to uncover Qi Siyu’s origin.

A different kind of late-night obsession.

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When Qi Siyu focused, she was incredibly efficient. And she didn’t just work hard herself—she dragged Su Ningmo into it too.

In just ten days, all the prep work was done.

Originally, this project had a full cast lined up. But with the script revamped and a new director onboard, they needed to recast.

Qi Siyu planned to personally re-audition the leads. If someone didn’t fit, Su Ningqing could terminate the contract—most of the current cast were unknowns, and their penalty fees were dirt cheap. Qi Siyu could pay them out of pocket.

She just didn’t trust Su Ningqing’s past taste. To protect her wife from criticism, Su had intentionally picked bad directors and likely hired bad actors too.

In the hotel meeting room, Qi Siyu pushed open the door. The two actors inside immediately stood and greeted her in unison:

“Hello, Director Qi!”

One had twin ponytails, big eyes, and a doll-like face full of cheerful energy—she definitely looked the part of the second female lead.

The other had a refined look—like a charming academic villain. A good fit for the male second lead.

Qi Siyu stared at the doll-faced girl for a moment. Those eyes looked familiar. After a while, it clicked—it was the masked girl from before.

“So it’s you,” she said.

“Yup! What a coincidence! Didn’t expect the new director to be you.” The girl smiled brightly. “I’m Liang Siqi—‘Si’ as in longing. I’ll work hard to make you proud. Hope we get to work together!”

Qi Siyu smiled.

“Well then, you’d better show me everything you’ve got.”