Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 78.1

Without hesitation, Gu Qing left the master bedroom and walked to the door of Qi Siyu’s room. She grasped the doorknob and twisted—it wouldn’t budge.

She tried again, harder. Still locked.

Locked from the inside?

Qi Siyu had never been one to lock her door. That only deepened Gu Qing’s concern.

Relying on memory, she felt her way to the living room. She remembered when Xiaoling once asked Qi Siyu for the key to her room—Qi Siyu had taken it from a drawer in the living room.

Fortunately, Gu Qing found the keys without trouble. But since the flat had many rooms, there were quite a few keys on the ring.

When she picked them up, the keys clattered noisily.

“Jie, what are you doing?” Gu Qing hadn’t thought much of the sound—after all, the apartment was well insulated. No one should’ve been able to hear it.

Unexpectedly, Gu Xiaoling had gotten up in the middle of the night for water and came running over at the sound.

She thought there was a break-in. But seeing it was Gu-jie, she let out a sigh of relief—only for it to be replaced by even greater confusion.

What was she doing getting keys from the living room in the middle of the night?

“Go back to bed,” Gu Qing said without answering and walked back to her bedroom with the keys.

“Oh… okay. I’ll head back after I finish my water.” Gu Xiaoling responded instinctively to the command.

But after putting her cup down, her curiosity burned even stronger—like a spark fanned into flame.

So, pretending to return to her room, she opened and closed the door, then quietly crept to the edge of the living room, eyes fixed on Gu Qing’s door.

Sure enough, Gu Qing emerged shortly after.

Gu Xiaoling’s eyes widened in shock. She covered her mouth to suppress a scream.

Her sister was using those keys to open Qi Siyu’s door!

Gu Qing got lucky—she picked the right key on the first try. She kept it, returned the rest, and walked into Qi Siyu’s room.

Minutes ticked by.

Half an hour later, Gu Xiaoling had gone from crouching to sitting. Still, Gu Qing hadn’t come out.

Clenching her fists, Gu Xiaoling seethed, That damn Qi Siyu! She’s leading my sister astray. Now Gu-jie’s sneaking around in the dead of night like a thief!

She just couldn’t understand. It was only the three of them in this house. Why couldn’t the two of them just share a room openly?

Even though she didn’t like Qi Siyu, as long as her sister did, well… she’d support her.

Dazed, Gu Xiaoling finally returned to bed. Her dreams were filled with her begging Gu-jie not to act like a thief—because she would support her no matter what.

In Qi Siyu’s room, Gu Qing stood solemnly beside the bed, closely inspecting Qi Siyu’s exposed neck, arms, thighs, and that sliver of waist and abdomen. No external injuries.

The skin felt normal, soft to the touch, no internal lumps.

Conclusion: No external trauma. As for anything deeper, that was beyond Gu Qing’s reach.

She stood quietly for a while, watching Qi Siyu sleep, then lay down beside her and gently took her hand.

At six in the morning, without needing an alarm, Gu Qing woke up naturally.

She lingered for a moment, watching Qi Siyu again before getting up and returning to her own room.

Qi Siyu didn’t feel a thing during that hand-holding. Not until she woke up—when the system screamed in excitement.

[Host!!! Check the activity log—four extra lottery draws! The female lead came to your room last night and held your hand!!!] The system’s mechanical voice was cracking from excitement.

It was utterly, ridiculously thrilled. This wasn’t just about four more draws—it was a signal. The female lead was taking the initiative!

Just imagine—if Qi Siyu and the female lead ended up together, living in bliss every day—the system would be in heaven!

Qi Siyu was dizzy from the unexpected joy.

Was it because of what she said yesterday? That she wasn’t feeling well, so she went to get clothes?

Whatever the reason, it showed Gu Qing cared.

Qi Siyu felt like she was floating on clouds, her heart rate spiking to 140 from sheer excitement.

[Host, strike while the iron is hot—confess, propose, get a divorce certificate and then a marriage certificate in one go!] The system egged her on eagerly.

[Stop fantasizing. Gu Qing just didn’t want to see me suffer. Pure friendship, got it?] Qi Siyu immediately shot it down.

No matter what Gu Qing did, Qi Siyu could always rationalize it as “deep friendship.”

Unless—unless Gu Qing clearly and consciously confessed her feelings—Qi Siyu wouldn’t dare hope for more.

Realizing where her thoughts were going, she quickly shook her head and rushed to the bathroom to wash up.

Dreaming was fine, but she reminded herself: Gu Qing was a career-driven woman, heart closed off to love. No expectations.

Later that morning, while discussing work with Su Ningmo, Qi Siyu casually mentioned that Gu Qing was back. Su Ningmo immediately wanted to visit.

After checking with Gu Qing, Qi Siyu agreed—it would be nice to have lunch together.

Gao Li also came. With more people, hot pot was the obvious choice.

No one objected, so Qi Siyu began shopping: beef, lamb, pork, chicken, fish, seafood—all kinds and cuts.

As for vegetables: potatoes, spinach, enoki mushrooms, baby napa cabbage, kelp sprouts, celtuce. She also ordered tofu skins, vermicelli, and more.

In short, if the store had it, she bought it—especially favorites, which she ordered in multiples.

When she went downstairs to pick up the delivery, Gao Li and the Su couple arrived just in time—so she roped them into helping.

Two bags each. Su Ningqing was speechless—the plastic bags had already left red marks on her wife’s delicate hands. “Why didn’t you just order a delivery service?”

“Hehe, I forgot,” Qi Siyu said shamelessly, then turned to Su Ningmo. “Oh right, Gu Qing brought you a gift—a box of chocolates.”

“Ooh, can’t wait!” Su Ningmo’s eyes lit up. “I’ll get a special chilled display case just for them at home—keep them safe and sound.”

“Hahaha, why not ask Gu Qing to sign the box too?” Qi Siyu sneaked a glance at Su Ningqing. That woman looked like she was about to explode with jealousy over a box of chocolates her wife loved so much. Didn’t even find it weird that it was only for her.

Heh—more reason for her to keep the rest for herself~

La-la-la, Qi Siyu hummed happily, chatting with Su Ningmo about getting a “To” autograph as well.

The atmosphere was warm and lively.

At home, Gu Xiaoling had already set up the hot pot and base, utensils in place. She was now preparing a homemade sesame sauce.

“Smells amazing,” Su Ningmo inhaled deeply, floating to Gu Qing like a butterfly. “Sister Xiaoling, you’re amazing. Miss Gu, you’ve got great taste.”

“Mhm. Eat as much as you like.” Gu Qing nodded coolly. “Have a seat.”

“Come on, pile everything here. Su Ningqing, open the boxes,” Qi Siyu called everyone to place the food on the kitchen counter. “As Alphas, we should be proactive—not just eat and laze around.”

“Da Qing, go help Aunt Siyu. I’m just here to eat,” Su Ningmo giggled.

A vein pulsed on Su Ningqing’s forehead. She wanted to smack Qi Siyu for stirring things up but could only say, “Yeah, I’m helping.”

Qi Siyu felt unreasonably gleeful.

Once everything was prepped, she went to her room and came back with the chocolate box and a fountain pen. “It’ll take a bit for the pot to boil—Gu Qing, can you sign the box for Mo?”

Su Ningmo looked a bit bashful. “Miss Gu, would that be okay?”

“Mhm. What would you like it to say?” Gu Qing asked.

“Um… ‘Mo’s script becomes a hit,’” Su Ningmo glanced at Su Ningqing and quickly added, “and a happy life!”

Only then did Su Ningqing nod, satisfied. “With me around, life’s guaranteed to be full of joy.”

Su Ningmo shot her a shy glare.

Gu Qing nodded and picked up the pen.

The chocolate box was white—perfect for the graceful, flowing signature she penned on top.

Su Ningmo beamed and hugged the box tightly.

Gu Qing then turned to Qi Siyu.

Qi Siyu gave an awkward, guilty grin. Well, giving it to Su Ningqing would’ve been a waste—she was just cherishing Gu Qing’s heartfelt gift.

The more she rationalized, the more convinced she became. Soon, she was feeling completely justified.

Gu Qing had seen the whole train of thought play out on her face. A strange thought surfaced in her mind: She’s… kinda cute.

She really loves chocolate that much? Gu Qing recalled a scene from a variety show where an Alpha in estrus cried for red wine chocolate-flavored biscuit sticks. Maybe the more she eats it, the more she craves it.

Thinking of this, she messaged Gu Lulu, asking her to buy every kind of chocolate available.

If she can’t eat it all, at least she can feast with her eyes.

Qi Siyu, unaware of the chocolate storm heading her way, was now blissfully waiting for the pot to boil.

As soon as it did, she dipped a thin slice of beef into the bubbling broth, silently counting the seconds.

Eight. No more, no less. Then she fished it out and dropped it into Gu Qing’s bowl. “Best texture, most tender—try it.”

At the same time, Su Ningqing was also cooking meat for her wife—but she was two seconds too slow.

Damn, she thought, I’m losing!

She shot Qi Siyu a venomous glare and summoned all her energy to beat her next round.

Out of nowhere, a competition started. Qi Siyu refused to be outdone.

Soon, both Su Ningmo and Gu Qing had towering piles of meat in their bowls.

“Da Qing, you try it too! Sister Xiaoling’s sesame sauce is amazing,” Su Ningmo said, dipping a slice of meat and holding it up to Su Ningqing’s mouth.

Su Ningqing smugly glared at Qi Siyu, opened her mouth wide, and went “Awooo,” chomping it down with a loud smack. “Wife, it’s delicious. Super delicious.”

Qi Siyu glared back, blood boiling. She didn’t put the next slice in Gu Qing’s bowl—she held it up directly to her lips.

“Ahhh, quick, try this one.”

Gu Qing: “…”