Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 80.2

Gu Qing followed through, their thumbs pressing together.

Click.

They both turned toward Gu Xiaoling, who was holding a CCD camera with a grin. “What? I’m not allowed to take pictures?”

It was the CCD camera Qi Siyu had won in a lottery. Last night, when Gu Xiaoling mentioned wanting a camera, Qi Siyu simply gave her this one.

She hadn’t expected her first photo with it to be of Gu Qing and Qi Siyu.

“It’s nice. Worth remembering,” Gu Qing said calmly.

“Let me see,” Qi Siyu reached for it.

Gu Xiaoling held it high to tease her, but Qi Siyu easily snatched it away thanks to her height.

The photo captured their profiles, and the joy on Qi Siyu’s face looked like it was about to overflow. Even Gu Qing had a soft expression.

Oh my god—soft!

On set, Gu Qing could cry, smile, scream, or sob in character. But in real life, she rarely showed any emotion at all.

Qi Siyu sneaked a glance at her and felt she seemed increasingly vibrant these days.

Hehe, she felt a little proud—this must all be her doing.

The movie was long—three hours. The first half was engaging, but the forced emotional climax later made Qi Siyu sleepy.

Eventually, she really did fall asleep, her head slowly sliding onto Gu Qing’s shoulder.

Gu Qing adjusted her posture slightly to make her more comfortable.

Gu Xiaoling glanced over and silently burst into laughter—her lips were shiny with drool.

“Give me the CCD,” Gu Qing whispered.

Eyes wide, Gu Xiaoling handed it over. Gu Qing lifted it and began taking pictures of Qi Siyu—close-ups, wide shots, all kinds of angles.

Turns out even her aloof sister Gu could be mischievous. Incredible.

When the movie ended, it was time for the boat ride as planned.

The evening breeze by the river was refreshing, much nicer than the daytime heat.

Coincidentally, they ran into Liang Siqi and Zhao Liyun again at the dock. Fortunately, this time there were no mix-ups with the boat bookings, and the two groups simply exchanged greetings.

Onboard, Zhao Liyun sighed, “A pity they didn’t invite us along.”

Liang Siqi’s lips curled. “Probably because we’re not close enough yet.”

“You should cozy up on set. You’re the second female lead, right? You should have plenty of scenes with the female lead. Try discussing the script with her,” Zhao Liyun advised earnestly. “No matter their personality, everyone likes to be praised. Say more nice things.”

“I could bring you some desserts next time. My mom’s a professional baker—kids in our neighborhood love her stuff. You can give some to that assistant. I saw her eating quite a bit at lunch.”

“I’ll try. Who knows—maybe when the drama airs, I’ll be famous too,” Liang Siqi said casually.

“But that’ll take months. If you get close to her now, your next good script might come sooner. Don’t worry about seeming fake—once you make it, others will be the ones trying to win you over,” Zhao Liyun cautioned, afraid her naïve girlfriend might resist.

“Don’t worry,” Liang Siqi chuckled. “I’m not some fresh college grad. In this business, you either have real talent—or you know how to suck up.”

She smiled quietly. If Zhao Liyun wasn’t so materialistic—and easily managed with money afterward—Liang Siqi wouldn’t have chosen her.

Their boat was a public one, seating over thirty people.

As others boarded, they stopped chatting and turned to admire the scenery.

Suddenly, a shout from the shore: “Someone fell in!”

“Shit!” Zhao Liyun quickly dragged Liang Siqi over to look. Someone was flailing in the water. Seeing no one jump in, she shoved her bag and phone into Liang Siqi’s arms. “Don’t move—I’m going in!”

She dove in and swam quickly toward the drowning person.

On another boat not far away, Qi Siyu saw this and relaxed, pulling back from her own attempt to jump in.

But the relief didn’t last. Liang Siqi’s sudden scream pierced the air, “Help! Somebody help!”

The crowd had surged forward to watch, jostling one another. Liang Siqi pretended to drop her phone and, while reaching for it, “accidentally” fell into the water.

She’d seen Qi Siyu’s earlier movement—she’d almost jumped in. She was betting she would be the one to save her.

Zhao Liyun had just finished pulling someone to safety when she heard Liang Siqi’s voice. Panicked, she cried out, “Someone who can swim—help!”

“I’ll get her. You all be careful,” Qi Siyu called out and leapt into the river.

“Gosh, is she even a good swimmer?” Gu Xiaoling was sweating from anxiety.

“Trust her,” Gu Qing replied calmly. “Check the cabin for towels and hot water. We’ll need them when they come back.”

“Stop struggling! Don’t move!” Qi Siyu quickly reached Liang Siqi, but she thrashed around in panic, arms flailing toward her.

“I—I’m scared,” she sobbed, gasping between mouthfuls of river water.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she said and hauled her up onto her rented boat.

Summer clothes were thin, and Liang Siqi was wearing a white shirt. Soaked, it clung to her, revealing her curvy figure.

She clung to Qi Siyu’s arm, trembling and fragile, her body pressing against her. Her voice quivered, “Thank you, thank you so much.”

Bringing food and drinks every day to thank a life-saver wasn’t unusual, right? A flash of satisfaction flickered in her eyes—her gamble had paid off.

“No need to thank me. It was nothing,” Qi Siyu replied coolly. She ran a hand through her wet hair, slicking it back to reveal her smooth forehead—wild and striking under the lights.

Liang Siqi swallowed hard. When Gu Xiaoling brought over towels, she rushed to drape one over her. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“I’m fine. Use it for yourself,” Qi Siyu said breezily.

Gu Qing’s gaze landed on her arm—still pressed against Liang Siqi’s curvy, clinging figure.

A surge of discomfort flared in her chest, surprising even herself.

So she could feel possessive. She never had before, probably because Qi Siyu had always revolved around her and never around anyone else.

Before she could fully process the feeling, Qi Siyu pulled away from Liang Siqi and leaned in toward Gu Qing, whining playfully, “I’m freezing—look, even my hands are red.”

The annoyance inside her vanished instantly. Gu Qing lowered her eyes, masking the complexity behind them.

“Yeah, they’re red. Let’s warm them up,” she said gently.

Qi Siyu’s hands were pale and smooth—no way the river water had made them red. But Gu Qing humored her nonsense without blinking.

Qi Siyu grinned, her canines peeking out.