Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 79.1

“Not bad, but Liang Siqi, could you rein in that little smug look of yours?”

Though sour with jealousy, Qi Siyu still did her job dutifully as director. She had practically turned into a fire-breathing dragon, blasting anyone in the crew who crossed her line.

Liang Siqi smiled shyly. “Miss Gu is just so charming. Even though we’re both Omegas, I can’t help but feel a little fluttery~”

That was the last straw. Already a bit jealous, Qi Siyu snapped, “How about showing some basic professionalism as an actress? Fluttery? I think you would rather be laid out flat.”

Liang Siqi hadn’t expected the usually easygoing Qi Siyu to be so serious on set, and she quickly apologized.

The second take went much better. The emotion was pure shock, and underneath it, a hint of scheming—an attempt to get closer to the volatile “Third Miss.”

After a few more takes, the scene was wrapped.

Next up was a physical confrontation scene where the third female lead tries to attack someone but ends up getting thoroughly beaten by the female lead. Since it could get intense, Qi Siyu warned them repeatedly to be careful.

Lu Yingxiang patted her chest confidently. “Don’t worry, Director Qi. I’m a pro when it comes to taking a beating.”

“I’ll be careful too,” Gu Qing added reassuringly.

Qi Siyu nodded and stepped out of the shooting area.

As it turned out, there was no need to worry—they nailed it in one take.

By the time filming wrapped for the day, it was already 4 p.m. The actors went to remove their makeup, and the rest of the crew began packing up, ready for a celebratory dinner.

It was the first day of shooting, and the producer had invited the entire crew out to eat.

Since the only investors were Su Ningqing and Qi Siyu, the dinner felt relaxed and informal—no toasts, no flattery.

Su Ningqing spent the evening doting on her wife, making up for their time apart. Meanwhile, Qi Siyu was busy discussing the next day’s shoot with the actors.

There was none of the typical entertainment industry banquet culture here.

The set was located in the suburbs, and everyone was staying at a nearby hotel. After dinner, Liang Siqi, Lu Yingxiang, and the fourth female lead, who played Lu’s assistant, walked back together. The three of them were full of praise for the team’s atmosphere.

“I heard Director Qi is also the heiress of the Qi Corporation, and the CEO of Heyang Entertainment. She’s such a top-tier single Alpha—who on earth could win her heart?” said Ye Qi, the fourth lead. She was also an Omega from a modest background, dreaming of overnight fame—and maybe a whirlwind romance with a domineering CEO or a superstar actress.

“But aren’t she and Miss Gu a thing?” Lu Yingxiang scratched her head. “She was doting on her all through dinner.”

“You didn’t watch Carefree Vacation, did you? On the show, Director Qi said herself that she had no inappropriate feelings for Miss Gu,” Ye Qi quickly retorted. Clearly, she harbored a tiny crush on Qi Siyu. She turned to Liang Siqi. “You’ve seen it, right?”

Liang Siqi chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, but the way Director Qi looks at Miss Gu… doesn’t seem all that innocent to me. If you’re planning to go after her, you might want to figure things out first.”

“No, no, how could I possibly be worthy of Director Qi?” Ye Qi laughed awkwardly.

“Oh come on! You’re just as pretty as Miss Gu—your vibe is even more ethereal and fairy-like. Who knows? Director Qi might fall for you!” Liang Siqi egged her on with a sly intent, curious to observe Qi Siyu’s reaction.

Who wouldn’t have thoughts about someone like Qi Siyu?

But if one truly wanted to climb the social ladder, it required patience and long-term planning—measured in years, not impulsive moves.

Suddenly, Liang Siqi’s phone rang. She answered sweetly, her tone soft and syrupy, “Mhm, I’m done. Heading back to the hotel now. I’ll video call you when I’m in.”

She turned to the other two, apologetic. “Sorry, I’ll head off first.”

After she left, Ye Qi nudged Lu Yingxiang. “Did you hear how sweet her voice got? I bet that’s her significant other on the line.”

“Sounds like it. I remember her mentioning she had something ambiguous going on—don’t know if they’ve made it official yet,” Lu replied honestly, despite not knowing Ye Qi well.

Ye Qi fell silent, lost in thought.

Back in her room, Ye Qi stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself. She really was pretty—soft features with that “national first love” kind of face. Perfect for a campus drama lead.

Her role in this drama had been added last-minute. Her company saw Su Ningqing’s heavy investment and Gu Qing’s popularity and seized the chance to ride the wave.

She was originally meant to debut in a high school romance.

A clear up-and-comer—she figured she wasn’t a bad match for Qi Siyu either.

Maybe Qi Siyu wasn’t even good enough for her. Ye Qi admired herself for a while longer before doing her skincare and drifting off to sleep contentedly.

—

Meanwhile, Qi Siyu was walking Gu Qing to her room.

Ever since that night when Gu Qing had taken her hand, Qi Siyu had gone back to her usual self, reporting to Gu Qing every evening like clockwork.

But they were traveling now, likely under countless unseen eyes, and the “lottery draw” wasn’t urgent.

Plus, this time they weren’t in a large suite. Gu Qing was sharing a double room with Gu Xiaoling.

So Qi Siyu had decided to behave tonight.

She wanted to talk to Gu Qing about it—about boundaries, intentions—but didn’t know how to bring it up.

Anything she said might just come off as self-absorbed.

Qi Siyu’s hesitation didn’t go unnoticed. Gu Qing saw right through her but chose not to say anything. This awkwardly conflicted Qi Siyu was kind of cute too.

In the end, they went their separate ways. Qi Siyu didn’t say what she wanted to but did leave a little hint:

“Good night. Sweet dreams.”

Gu Qing’s lips curved ever so slightly, but Qi Siyu was too distracted to catch it.

Back in their room, Gu Xiaoling had already prepped Gu Qing’s night routine: foot soak, aromatherapy, and a sleep mask.

“Jie, I just learned some new massage techniques. Sit down and let me try them!”

“Alright,” Gu Qing agreed.

Qi Siyu didn’t have the guts to say it, but Gu Xiaoling blurted it out awkwardly, “Jie, now that we’re in a hotel and there might be paparazzi everywhere, maybe the two of you should… keep things low-key tonight?”

Gu Qing: …

It didn’t take long for her to deduce that Xiaoling hadn’t gone to bed that night as instructed—she’d been lurking and had seen everything.

“It’s not like she cheated on anyone. If you two really are in a relationship, I wouldn’t say a word. I just don’t get the need for all this sneaking around,” Gu Xiaoling mumbled sincerely.

“Stop overthinking,” Gu Qing replied calmly.

“But your behavior is making it really hard not to overthink,” Gu Xiaoling pouted. “I know you think I’m immature and only discuss serious stuff with Sister Gao Li, but this doesn’t seem like something you need to hide.”

Gu Qing asked quietly, “Do you realize this Qi Siyu is no longer the same person as before?”

It hit Gu Xiaoling like a thunderbolt. Her hands froze mid-massage. It took her a while to find her voice.

“Gu-jie—you mean metaphorically, right? Like, not actual plastic surgery or… possession, right?”

“Wait—maybe like in your show! A split personality!”

A normal person would respond like this. Even someone who wasn’t a staunch materialist would first look to a psychological explanation.

“This is kind of terrifying,” Gu Xiaoling muttered. “What if the jerk part of her comes back? That would be dangerous.”

“Oh wait, jie, you’ve got backup now! The Gu family might be overseas, but even just Qi Siyu is enough to protect you.”

She worked it all out in her head and nodded firmly. “Yep. No need to worry.”

Gu Qing: …

“Stop overthinking. Just be my support. Okay?”

She knew Xiaoling’s personality well—hardworking, eager to prove her worth, always afraid she was a burden.

As soon as Gu Qing acknowledged her as a support, Gu Xiaoling fully committed, swearing to look after her during the entire shoot.

As for Qi Siyu? Whatever. As long as she didn’t hurt her Gu-jie.

“Wait, jie, you’re not seriously planning to sneak around tonight, are you?” Xiaoling’s brain looped back. “Cough, I mean… your career can’t afford a scandal right now.”

“I’m not,” Gu Qing replied, exasperated. She pulled off her sleep mask and looked at Xiaoling. “I know what I’m doing.”

And besides, Qi Siyu had said “good night”—they never used to say that. It was clearly a hint to behave tonight.

“Haha, of course I know you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. But I saw on short videos—people in love sometimes lose their minds like they’re poisoned.” Xiaoling quieted down under Gu Qing’s smoky gray gaze. “Jie, come on, let’s do a face mask.”

In love?

Gu Qing repeated the phrase to herself.

She admitted she liked Qi Siyu. But not enough to be that reckless.

If Qi Siyu could maintain her current behavior, Gu Qing wouldn’t mind helping her—whatever the reason behind it.

After all, people should always love themselves the most.

—

A few rooms away, Qi Siyu was lying in bed, tossing and turning.

She got up and locked the door. If Gu Qing tried to come, she wouldn’t be able to open it—that would send the message.

But after a while, Qi Siyu felt too cruel.

She got back up, unlocked the door, then lay back down. She wasn’t heartless, after all.

She lay awake, head on her hands, thoughts spinning.

She had dropped a hint to Gu Qing. Even if it was subtle… what if Gu Qing actually got it?

They had that kind of connection, didn’t they?

But everyone knew to lock their hotel doors… What if Gu Qing didn’t come—but someone else did?

She got up and locked the door again.

[SYSTEM]: Host, how about a lucky draw? Your dilemma is easily solved.

Option 1: A sensor that alerts you telepathically when the heroine is outside your door.

Option 2: A stealth suit—completely invisible to people and cameras.

Option 3: A candy tunnel—an interdimensional passage between your bed and hers. Totally undetectable.

Qi Siyi: “…”

Temptation loomed large.

When Qi Siyu heard that, she fell into silent contemplation. It did sound pretty good.

But… was it really okay to rely on the system this much?

Something about it just didn’t sit right with her—it never felt entirely honest.

[Tomorrow’s shooting schedule is packed. It’s already past 1 a.m. If you don’t rest soon, it could delay the whole team’s progress.]

The system pressed its advantage—determined to clinch tonight’s deal!

“Fine, let’s go with a designated sensor then.” Qi Siyu relented. It wasn’t anything major, just a sensor. Might as well go for it.

As for that stealth suit and candy tunnel… way too unrealistic. No way she would use something like that casually.

[Yay!]

The system was overjoyed, figuratively wiping away tears of code. When it first got the job, who knew that being a good lottery system meant learning how to sell first?

Besides the designated sensor, the other prizes included: seven boxes of facial masks—ten sheets each, hydrating type. Qi Siyu decided she would give them to Gu Qing tomorrow. She didn’t like using that stuff anyway.

The other two prizes were a set of camera lenses and a DSLR.

[Why is there no high-tier prize this time?]

Qi Siyu was puzzled.

[Because high-tier rewards were never guaranteed. You’ve drawn only the designated prizes before too.]

The system answered matter-of-factly, before sneakily adding:

[Also, it might be because you haven’t had any meaningful interaction with the female lead in a while. Over time, the quality of prize slots may decline.]

“Damn swindler,” Qi Siyu cursed under her breath. That windfall was a one-time fluke. She wasn’t counting on that kind of luck ever again.