Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 83

That one soft “Good girl” sent a tingle through every nerve in Qi Siyu’s body, making her feel warm and fuzzy inside. In that moment, she had never felt more confident about her alcohol tolerance.

She turned to Gu Qing and Gu Xiaoling and handed out their assignments.

“If I don’t show up tomorrow, people will probably come looking for me. You two… act like there’s nothing you can do about it. That kind of ‘helpless’ vibe.”

Gu Xiaoling twitched at the corners of her mouth.

So now she was playing an extra in this drama? A literal supporting cast member in Qi Siyu’s plot?

Gu Qing nodded. “Okay. Don’t drink on an empty stomach.”

“Hehe, I ordered peanuts and skewers!” Qi Siyu excitedly peeled back the foil on the takeout box, releasing a burst of smoky barbecue aroma.

“Gu Qing, you only get a little. Xiaoling, the rest is ours!”

Faced with that pile of skewers, Gu Xiaoling reluctantly accepted her supporting role.

Gu Qing looked at the grilled green peppers and tofu Qi Siyu placed in front of her, nodded politely. “Thank you.”

With a crisp pop, Qi Siyu cracked open a can of fruit wine—signaling the official start of her little persona-manipulation scheme.

Halfway through, Gu Qing stepped out to take a call from Gao Li. When she returned, Gu Xiaoling had already joined in the drinking.

One bottle led to another. Before long, Gu Xiaoling had gone from a background actor to a full-fledged main character.

Thankfully, she wasn’t the kind to go wild when drunk—just the type to clutch a table leg and sob for her mother in dramatic, tearful misery.

Gu Qing took a sip of the fruit wine. It wasn’t bad, but nothing special either.

When she put the can down, she was met with Qi Siyu’s teary, accusing gaze.

“Jie, you stole my drink! QAQ”

One, two, three… She’s drunk already? Only the fifth can in? Gu Qing mentally noted her limit.

“Sorry,” she replied calmly.

“That’s not enough~” Qi Siyu whined, dragging out her words. “You have to make it up to me~”

“Oh?” Gu Qing lifted the can again and took another sip. “And how should I do that?”

“A little kiss would’ve been enough before. But now I want three!” Qi Siyu held up three fingers in an exaggerated gesture, then obediently leaned her face forward.

Under the warm light, her cheeks were a soft, rosy pink—like a squishy piece of fruit-flavored jelly.

Gu Qing silently stared at her.

When she didn’t move, Qi Siyu turned her head with watery eyes, pouting.

“Jie, hurry up! I’m getting tired! You’re so mean!”

Gu Qing felt her emotional defenses crumbling. She leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to Qi Siyu’s cheek.

A fresh layer of lip balm left a faint glossy mark on her smooth skin.

Qi Siyu then turned the other cheek, tilting her head expectantly.

Once the first step was taken, the rest flowed effortlessly.

Gu Qing placed a kiss on Qi Siyu’s other cheek, her forehead, and finally, her favorite—her eyes.

“Jie, y-you kissed too many times. That’s not right…” Qi Siyu started to protest, but before she could finish, a loud wail erupted nearby.

Gu Xiaoling had also gotten drunk and was now hugging a table leg, crying her heart out.

Gu Qing stood to grab a cushion for her—couldn’t let her sleep on the cold floor.

When she returned, Qi Siyu was quietly drinking again, tears rolling down her cheeks like beans, falling with soft plops.

Seeing Gu Qing come back, Qi Siyu tilted her head and chugged from the can.

“Don’t mind me, Jie. I’m fine. Xiaoling’s more important…”

She hiccupped halfway through, looking pitiful enough to make anyone’s heart ache.

Gu Qing rubbed her temples, then leaned down and gave Qi Siyu a loud kiss on the forehead—mwah!—and ruffled her hair gently.

“Good girl.”

That combo move seemed to cast a spell, soothing the drunk little fox into a dreamy, hazy daze.

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The next day, well past sunrise, sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room.

Gu Xiaoling slowly woke up. Her eyes were half-closed as she rubbed her head. It didn’t hurt exactly, but her brain felt fuzzy and sluggish.

Tch, how had she let herself drink that much? She scolded herself for being weak to temptation, then turned to look at the other bed.

It was empty—but the blanket had clearly been used. Gu Qing must’ve woken up and left already.

She glanced at the clock—and was shocked to see it was already 9 a.m.!

Damn it, drinking ruins everything! How was she supposed to get front-row seats for today’s drama if she overslept?

She jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to wash up, all while trying to piece together what had happened the night before.

Her memory was patchy. Everything was shrouded in a hazy fog—just a few vague fragments remained.

And then—boom—a sudden mental image: her cool, composed Gu-jie leaning in and kissing Qi Siyu on the cheek.

Gu Xiaoling froze mid-brush, her electric toothbrush still buzzing away in her stiff hand.

Dear god. Was she hallucinating? Or had she dreamed that?

A moment later, she shook herself out of it, trying to calm the goosebumps crawling up her arms.

If Gu-jie didn’t still act normally around Qi Siyu, she’d seriously suspect she’d been possessed by a ghost.

Love is terrifying, she thought. To think it could make her usually icy sister initiate a kiss like that…

What if it gets worse? Just imagining Gu-jie acting bashful made her whole body numb.

She quickly resumed brushing her teeth, refusing to let her thoughts go any further.

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Meanwhile, Qi Siyu’s plan was moving along nicely.

When the director didn’t show up on schedule, the shoot couldn’t proceed. After repeated calls went unanswered, someone naturally turned to Gu Qing.

“She was in a rough mood yesterday,” Gu Qing said with a frown. “Try getting a spare room key from the front desk.”

Panic immediately spread. If something happened to the director, the entire production would be in trouble.

Some crew members even suspected it had something to do with Ye Qi.

Who did that self-important girl think she was? Qi Siyu was basically a top-tier goddess—how could she ever be interested in someone like that?

Gu Qing and the assistant director gathered a few core team members and headed to Qi Siyu’s room.

The moment they opened the door, a wave of alcohol stench hit them in the face.

They were greeted by empty cans strewn across the floor, shattered glass, and a broken music box with its casing missing.

Hissss— everyone gasped.

Just then, Qi Siyu shuffled out with a toothbrush in her mouth, hair a frizzy mess, dark circles under her eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“We called you but couldn’t reach you. We were worried, so we asked the front desk for a spare key,” the assistant director explained.

“My phone must’ve died. I overslept. I’m fine. Go ahead with prep, I’ll be ready soon,” Qi Siyu said calmly.

If they hadn’t seen the room with their own eyes, they might’ve believed her.

But now… they knew. They were witnessing a Grade-A drama bomb firsthand.

Gu Qing and Qi Siyu briefly locked eyes. The latter looked utterly pleased with herself—smug over a successful plan, with not a hint of shame.

It was obvious: Qi Siyu didn’t remember any of what happened last night.

Even someone as composed as Gu Qing felt a rush of excitement and anticipation.

Drinking is bad for the body. We’ll move to the next step next week, she silently planned.

Qi Siyu soon cleaned herself up and returned to her usual polished, noble self.

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But by lunchtime, gossip was flying everywhere.

The crew’s resident gossip queen was hopping between tables like a pro, spreading the juiciest tea.

By the afternoon, not only their own set but even the neighboring production team had heard:

Qi Siyu had confessed to her longtime crush after being provoked by Ye Qi’s nonsense—and got rejected! The girl didn’t even accept the gift! Qi Siyu had returned to her room and drowned her sorrows in alcohol.

The cleaners found a battlefield of empty cans and gift remnants in her room—undeniable evidence.

Naturally, Ye Qi heard too.

Actors who didn’t get along with her openly mocked her during dinner.

Ye Qi nearly snapped and tried to start a fight—only her agent managed to stop her in time.

Unable to vent her rage, Ye Qi ended up making herself sick and flat-out refused to continue filming.

Her agent had no choice but to break the contract. Upon hearing this, Su Ningqing made sure to hit them with the maximum penalty fee.

Ye Qi, who hadn’t even officially debuted yet, was now buried under three million yuan of debt.

After the contract was terminated, Qi Siyu never gave her another glance. The role was quickly recast, and all her scenes had to be reshot.

The production was officially back in full swing.

Out of consideration for how busy Qi Siyu was, Gu Qing hadn’t had the heart to get her drunk. So the plan kept getting delayed—again and again—until the second half of filming, when the core team joined a variety show, and the entire crew got a two-day break.

The point of the show was to promote the drama, so it mostly involved lighthearted games.

Su Ningmo wasn’t interested in appearing—she disliked being in the public eye—so she skipped it. But Director Qi Siyu, the main cast, and even the actors who played the female lead’s parents participated.

Altogether, seven people from the drama joined.

The variety show had five hosts, making twelve participants total. They were split randomly into three teams—no rigging involved.

Qi Siyu wasn’t grouped with Gu Qing. Instead, she ended up on the Green Team with Lu Yingxiang and two regular guests from the show.

Gu Qing was placed on the White Team with Liang Siqi, the actress who played her mother, and a show host. The rest formed the Pink Team.

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The first game was charades. Each team drew lots to select a performer; three people acted out clues, and the rest guessed.

Gu Qing drew the role of performer. She stood emotionless, cool and poised, while the other two—both younger—seemed visibly nervous.

But it didn’t take long for things to warm up.

Gu Qing’s expression didn’t change once—only her movements shifted slightly. Within 20 to 30 seconds, Qi Siyu, from the guessing side, nailed the answer every time.

“Single-minded devotion.”

“Grinding an iron rod into a needle.”

“Contact lenses.”

“Laptop.”

…

“Mona Lisa.”

“Steamed fish head with chopped chili!”

“Girl with a Pearl Earring!”

From the initial uncertainty, to calm assurance, to confident certainty, Qi Siyu’s correct guesses just kept coming—and she got more and more hyped.

Ten correct answers in three minutes.

If the hosts hadn’t known for sure that Qi Siyu had no inside info, they’d have suspected cheating.

“Director Qi, you really are something. Guessing like this—are you sure you’re not secretly a quiz master?”

“Hahahaha! I didn’t expect this either,” Qi Siyu laughed. “Looks like I’m secretly a hidden genius at games!”

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The next round started.

Qi Siyu didn’t draw the acting role this time, so she stayed in her seat to guess again.

Her teammates were hyped, especially one of the regular hosts who teased:

“Green Team’s counting on you, Qi! I’ve never won before.”

“Hahaha, I’ll do my best,” Qi Siyu said.

But things quickly went downhill. She got flustered, stood up, even broke into a sweat—only managing to guess one word.

The team got six correct in total, with another teammate guessing one. Not terrible, but clearly not as dazzling.

“Director Qi, what happened? Without Miss Gu, your skills vanished?”

Qi Siyu just laughed it off, sneaking a glance at Gu Qing.

Well, they were just that in sync—what could she do?

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When it was Gu Qing’s turn to guess, the roles reversed. Now she was the one racking up correct answers—though she held back, answering only intermittently to give others a chance to play.

Once the show aired, the Yi Wang Qing Shen CP fanbase was sure to explode with new content.

By then, Gu Qing thought, she should have resolved her current dilemma. Hopefully, the CP fans would get lucky—maybe they’d get a taste of the real thing.

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The second game was a 2v2 rapid-fire quiz: one person held water-throwing and water-blocking gear, while the other answered questions.

If your team got it right—or the other team got it wrong—you got to splash them. The other side had to try to block the water.

Qi Siyu, glowing with bad luck, drew the answering role. Worse still, the questions were all entertainment-industry trivia—and she barely knew any of them. In no time, she was soaked to the bone.

Looking utterly pitiful, she turned to Gu Qing. Gu Qing met her eyes, and—for the first time—those cool, smoky gray eyes softened with warmth.

That gaze later became CP fan gold. Edited, remixed, and shared everywhere—it was one of the sweetest Yi Wang Qing Shen moments ever.

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Two rounds later, Gu Qing finally went up—and her opponent was the same guest who’d soaked Qi Siyu earlier.

The next three minutes turned into a nightmare for that guest. Gu Qing answered almost every question before the other could even open her mouth.

If her teammate hadn’t learned how to block the water midway through, they would’ve been totally drenched.

When it was over, Gu Qing gave Qi Siyu a subtle glance.

Qi Siyu grinned internally. That must’ve been “revenge” on her behalf.

“Miss Gu is amazing. I saw a clip from Carefree Vacation —you were unbeatable at Shan Hai Pavilion!”

“Feels like if she went into science, she could be an academician!”

“Miss Gu is beauty and brains in one—absolute perfection. You’re one lucky girl, Cuckoo Bird!”

One compliment after another flew her way—as if those who didn’t praise her wouldn’t get any camera time.

Qi Siyu stood at the back, left with nothing new to say. Racking her brain, she finally added:

“So strong!”

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The third game was Blindfolded Tag, played on a soap-covered surface. Every hit earned a point.

Gu Qing sat out, citing “weak legs,” and watched from the sidelines.

Everyone changed into clean sportswear, only to end up soaked again within minutes.

Afterward, Qi Siyu panted as she flopped beside Gu Qing.

“Oh man, I’m dizzy from all the falls. I swear the floor was glued—I couldn’t even get up.”

Gu Qing gently brushed a soapy strand of hair off her forehead, tucked it behind her ear, and with her index finger, tapped the tip of her nose:

“You’ve got bubbles.”

Qi Siyu’s heart instantly went boom-boom-boom. Flustered, she couldn’t meet Gu Qing’s gaze.

“Th-thanks.”

That moment, too, was caught by a diligent cameraman. Though it wasn’t aired at first, after the couple went public, fans went digging—and the director released the clip as bonus footage.

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By the time the variety shoot wrapped, it was already 9 PM. After goodbyes, everyone went their separate ways.

Nearly a month later, Qi Siyu and Gu Qing returned to Lichun Garden.

Gu Qing had already bought fruit wine—the same brand she’d asked Zhao Liyun to source specifically.

Her excuse was simple:

“Gu Xiaoling’s in a bad mood.”

Gu Xiaoling went quiet.

“Jie… why are you trying to get her drunk?”

Did her sister actually like that green-tea crybaby version of Qi Siyu? Xiaoling shivered at the thought.

“I have my reasons.”

Even under Xiaoling’s suspicious and dramatic gaze, Gu Qing stayed calm.

“Okay then. As long as you’re happy. I want fried skewers from Xuedong Road.”

Gu Xiaoling planned to hide in her room once Qi Siyu was drunk. She did not want to witness anything scarring.

“Sure,” Gu Qing nodded.

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Xiaoling didn’t attend the show. When Qi Siyu and Gu Qing returned, she had already set up the table for drinks.

“Jie, drink with me? I’m really down.”

She wasn’t much of an actress, so she dug her nails into her palm and thought of all her family drama to keep from laughing.

“What happened? Who upset you? I’ll send my assistant to take care of them!”

Qi Siyu got fired up immediately—after all, Xiaoling was basically Gu Qing’s family.

“It’s not that kind of thing,” Xiaoling rolled her eyes.

“Oh? Our Xiaoling’s in love, huh? Tell me, who is it? Someone from our crew?”

Qi Siyu switched effortlessly into gossip mode.

Xiaoling almost lost it, glaring hard:

“Get lost!”

“Come on, I’ll drink with you.”

Qi Siyu pulled Gu Qing to the table and whispered:

“Let’s work together to get her to spill. I just don’t want her to get played.”

Gu Qing gave her a long look.

“Alright.”

Qi Siyu hadn’t planned to drink much—but the sweet wine was dangerously good. Paired with the salty skewers, she kept sipping without realizing… and before long, she was drunk.

Still thinking about who broke Gu Xiaoling’s heart, Qi Siyu eventually slumped over—completely out.

Xiaoling burped, came up with an excuse, and retreated to her room fast.

Please let me still be able to look my sister in the eye tomorrow, she prayed.

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Gu Qing led Qi Siyu to the bedroom, helping her sit on the bed while she pulled over a chair and sat facing her.

“Qi Siyu,” Gu Qing said softly.

Qi Siyu’s eyes welled up with tears again.

“Did I do something wrong, Jiejie?”

“Siyu.”

“Yes, Jiejie. I’m here.”

“I want to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay~ I love Jiejie the most. If there’s a little reward, I’ll be even happier~”

Her tear-washed eyes sparkled as she gazed at Gu Qing with unfiltered adoration.

Gu Qing’s fingers twitched. She leaned forward—and kissed the corner of Qi Siyu’s eye.