Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 81.2

The restaurant Zhao Liyun picked was near the set—mid-range pricing, but with that many people, it would cost her over half a month’s salary. She nearly cried when ordering.

But she gritted her teeth. No risk, no reward. She wasn’t stingy and figured Liang Siqi would at least split the bill.

Sure enough, Liang Siqi whispered, “I’ll cover this.”

“Let’s split it,” Zhao Liyun beamed.

Before the food arrived, she poured drinks for everyone. “This is just fruit wine—five or six percent alcohol. Light and sweet. Drink if you would like.”

“Director Qi, Qiqi and I would like to toast you first. Without you, she might’ve lost half her life that night. I’ll drink—your call.”

“No need to be so formal.” Qi Siyu took a polite sip—and was surprised. It was actually quite good: sweet and tart, no harshness.

Zhao Liyun and Liang Siqi toasted everyone—even Gu Xiaoling.

Gu Xiaoling reluctantly took a sip. She really didn’t want to humor the bootlicker stealing her job, but social obligations were social obligations.

Only Gu Qing, still recovering, didn’t drink. By now, she could walk short distances without a wheelchair, but she still wasn’t 100%.

She wasn’t into alcohol anyway—but she noticed something: Qi Siyu really seemed to enjoy it. She kept sipping, one glass after another.

She likes to drink? Gu Qing hadn’t noticed before.

Well, if pheromones counted as “alcohol,” then maybe Qi Siyu did like it.

Dinner lasted nearly two hours. Qi Siyu ended up finishing more than a full bottle herself.

But she didn’t show it—no flushed face, no slurred speech. Everyone assumed she could handle her liquor.

It wasn’t until they left the restaurant and started heading back to the hotel that Gu Qing realized: Qi Siyu was wasted.

At first, she was just lagging behind the group. Soon, she and Gu Qing had fallen behind entirely.

Then Qi Siyu stopped walking altogether.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Qing asked.

“So tired… my feet hurt,” Qi Siyu whined.

Looking closer, Gu Qing saw her eyes were hazy—completely unfocused.

Gu Qing got out of her wheelchair. “Sit.”

Qi Siyu plopped down immediately, but kept whining. “But if I sit, what about you, jiejie?”

The moment she said “jiejie” (older sister), Gu Qing knew—Qi Siyu was truly drunk.

Unlike that time back in Jiang City, where Qi Siyu had been drugged but still somewhat lucid, this time was different. She was like she was in heat again—a completely different person.

Does she always turn into a little green tea flirt when she’s drunk?

“Wuuu… jiejie’s ignoring me. Is it because I’m too weak?” Qi Siyu’s tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls.

Great, Gu Qing thought. Now she’s a drunk, tearful little green tea.

“No,” Gu Qing chose her words carefully, trying not to make it worse. “Don’t cry. I’m here.”

“Then why were you walking so slow?” Qi Siyu hiccupped through her tears, utterly pitiful.

“Your ‘jiejie’ was too sweet—it made me dizzy,” Gu Qing replied with a straight face.

She was dead serious as she said it, and if Qi Siyu wasn’t drunk, she would probably have passed out from happiness.

Instead, she just smiled foolishly. “I’m sorry, I misunderstood jiejie. I’m such a failure…”

This time, Qi Siyu wasn’t as easy to coax. Flattery wasn’t enough.

“No,” Gu Qing said again, racking her brain for the right words. “It’s my self-control that’s weak. You’re just… too charming.”

After a few more compliments, Gu Qing finally managed to coax the little crybaby into calming down.

Seeing the two lag behind and switch positions, Gu Xiaoling thought something had happened to Qi Siyu and immediately ran back.

And right as she got there, she overheard Gu Qing saying something so utterly shocking—it felt like her world was crumbling. Since when did her cold and aloof Gu-jie say stuff like that???

She really couldn’t figure the two of them out.

Heh. “It takes two to tango”? Sounds more like that hand’s aiming somewhere else entirely.

Gu Xiaoling quickly turned and ran off again, even blocking others who wanted to wait for Qi Siyu, just in case they saw something that would shatter Gu Qing’s usual icy persona.

Back at the hotel, Qi Siyu refused to go to bed. She insisted that Gu Qing and Gu Xiaoling stay up with her to play a childish game of “Pick the Old Maid.” And no, phone apps didn’t count—it had to be with real, physical playing cards.

Clearly, they didn’t have any.

“I think Deputy Director Sun was playing poker around lunchtime? He even asked her to join, but she refused. And now she’s been thinking about it all this time?” Gu Xiaoling was speechless.

“She’s drunk. Don’t take it to heart,” Gu Qing said calmly. “I’ll go borrow a deck from Deputy Director Sun.”

“I’ll go,” Gu Xiaoling said, shaking her head at the silently weeping Qi Siyu. “If Director Sun sees you, he might want to join you guys. She doesn’t want to play with me anyway.”

Gu Xiaoling had assumed she could hold her liquor—after all, she’d been downing drinks one after another without pause—but apparently, she was terrible at it.

Soon, Gu Xiaoling returned with the cards and a bottle of hangover soup from the hotel.

But the soup didn’t seem to help much—Qi Siyu still insisted on playing.

As expected of someone known as “Queen of Bad Luck,” she ended up with the Old Maid in the end.

Her tears, which had finally stopped, came trickling down again. “Jiejie, I suck so bad. I’m so sad. Will you stop playing with me because I’m bad at games? I know I’m not as good as Xiaoling…”

Gu Xiaoling was fuming. This damn green tea b*tch. So annoying!

Only now did she realize how “friendly” and “pleasant” the bickering Qi Siyu actually was by comparison.

“That’s not true. It’s just one round. Don’t cry. I’ll share some of my luck with you,” Gu Qing said, calmly and with practiced ease.

Qi Siyu held out her hand and looked up at Gu Qing with her big, blinking eyes.

Gu Qing hesitated for a second, then gently rubbed her palm. “There. The luck’s been transferred.”

“Thank you, jiejie. But… if you only give me your luck, won’t Xiaoling be upset?” Qi Siyu asked with that soft, tea-scented voice.

Gu Xiaoling clenched her fists.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t matter,” Gu Qing said indifferently.

“Oh… so jiejie doesn’t care about Xiaoling? Xiaoling, don’t be sad~” Qi Siyu said mournfully.

Gu Xiaoling had gone numb. “Just start the next round.”

Gu Qing shot Gu Xiaoling a glance, and the two of them secretly rigged the game so that Qi Siyu could escape first.

They played until ten. When Qi Siyu started yawning, the game finally ended.

She turned around three times every step as she left, teary-eyed, clearly reluctant to leave her beloved jiejie.

But she was “considerate,” sniffling as she said, “Jiejie, I’ll come find you to play again tomorrow, okay?”

“See you tomorrow,” Gu Qing said as she walked her back to her room.

Yet the moment Gu Qing returned to her own room and sat down, her phone lit up with new messages—from Qi Siyu.

All crying emoji stickers. Dozens of them. Not a single actual message.

Gu Qing saved every single sticker and asked, [What’s wrong?]

[I miss jiejie. Will I be in your dreams tonight?]

[You will.]

After a few more rounds of comforting her in the chat, this little drama queen finally settled down.

[Good night.] Gu Qing even sent over a good night sticker.

Qi Siyu finally got the words she wanted and fell asleep with a contented smile.

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In the middle of the night, Gu Qing suddenly woke up with a start—her gland was being… triggered.

She turned her head and saw the back of Qi Siyu’s fuzzy head.

It was a single bed—not that narrow, but definitely not meant for two people.

Half of Qi Siyu’s body was draped over Gu Qing, radiating heat that made Gu Qing’s fingertips tingle.

Suddenly, sharp teeth pierced her skin, and a rush of pheromones flooded into Gu Qing’s body.

Her body, starved and craving, trembled with electric pleasure. The sensation spread from the gland to every limb—numbing and overwhelming, yet insatiably tempting.

Gu Qing bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan.

But Qi Siyu’s hand reached lower, exploring recklessly. A stifled groan slipped out despite Gu Qing’s efforts, echoing in the quiet room.

“Rustle rustle”—even the sound of Gu Xiaoling turning over in the bed next to them was startlingly loud in the silence.

Blushing furiously, Gu Qing grabbed Qi Siyu’s wandering hand and whispered a firm command, “Don’t move.”

Qi Siyu didn’t respond. No tears, no words, just the vacant actions of someone sleepwalking.

But her hand obediently went still. Instead, she buried her face in Gu Qing’s neck and continued to lick gently.

Gu Qing quickly realized—she was sleepwalking.

So she whispered soothing words to lull her back to sleep, and sure enough, Qi Siyu soon calmed down.

Exhausted and drained, Gu Qing set an alarm for 5 a.m. and went back to sleep.

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When she woke up, Qi Siyu was gone.

Only the swollen gland on her neck and the bite mark on her own lip served as proof of what happened last night.

Gu Qing sat quietly, gathering her thoughts. She messaged her agent, asking her to request the hallway surveillance footage from the hotel.

The agent replied at 6 a.m.

[Got it. Here are the times when someone appeared in the hallway. Was it a sasaeng?]

Only four clips—hardly anyone passed through the hall at night.

Gu Qing reviewed them one by one. No sign of Qi Siyu.

[No. I just thought I heard something outside last night. Might’ve been a dream.]

[All good then.]

Either Qi Siyu had erased the footage, or she’d entered by… unconventional means.

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Woken by her alarm in her own bed, Qi Siyu had a splitting headache. She vaguely remembered drinking a lot, but the rest of the night was a total blank.

[System, what happened last night?]

[Nothing major. You just got drunk and the female lead took care of you.]

The system, having sneakily lured her into two ten-pulls while she was drunk, wasn’t about to spill the truth.

It planned to feign innocence later, claiming it had gone offline.

[That’s good.]

Qi Siyu was confident in her alcohol tolerance. She didn’t think she’d done anything embarrassing, so she relaxed.

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But when she saw Gu Qing and noticed the wound on her lip, Qi Siyu froze.

At breakfast, she kept wanting to say something, her gaze repeatedly drawn to Gu Qing’s lips.

Finally, after finishing the meal, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and quietly asked, “Gu Qing, that cut on your lip… what happened?”

She was terrified she’d gone full beast mode and bitten her.

“I bit it in my sleep,” Gu Qing replied flatly. “It’s shallow—easy to cover. Won’t affect filming.”

“I wasn’t asking because of filming,” Qi Siyu said awkwardly. “I didn’t give you any trouble last night, did I? I didn’t expect to get drunk… I thought it was low alcohol, like sweet soda…”

“You didn’t.” A flicker of something unreadable passed through Gu Qing’s eyes.

“Good…” Qi Siyu breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, she really had blacked out. It wasn’t like the times during heat when she pretended to forget out of embarrassment.

Gu Qing could tell the difference—Qi Siyu was too easy to read.

If getting drunk made her open up like that… then maybe every question Gu Qing had could be answered by the drunk little crybaby—without her ever knowing.

She needed to test this theory.

Was Qi Siyu always like this after drinking?