Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 91

Qi Siyu and Weng Qiaoning—Gu Qing’s agent in the original novel—came to an agreement, and Weng wasted no time in making the right connections. She secured an opportunity with Sword Breaking the Frosty Night, an S-tier fantasy IP adaptation produced by Songfen Media, boasting an initial investment of 300 million yuan and adopting a simultaneous filming-and-airing model.

The female lead was the recently popular Alpha Ai Hanyan—a second-generation star with formal acting training and solid skills. The rest of the main cast consisted of well-known second-tier celebrities—a big-budget lineup.

The casting had originally been finalized, but after the legal troubles that surfaced during the release of Carefree Vacation, some overly “enthusiastic” netizens began digging into the cast’s backgrounds. They actually managed to get the second female lead “sniped” and removed, and she was now awaiting her verdict.

The director, Zheng Min, was a close friend of Weng Qiaoning and had asked her to recommend suitable replacements.

Weng Qiaoning, having just been betrayed by a star she had single-handedly launched to fame, had been planning to take a break from work. But since Qi Siyu came knocking with an offer she couldn’t refuse, she was naturally willing to give her all for Gu Qing’s sake.

That very day, Weng contacted Zheng Min. As luck would have it, the director was free—and anxious to cast the role—so she arranged to meet for dinner.

Sword Breaking the Frosty Night was an adaptation of a hugely popular novel on the A-Channel platform.

After receiving the news, Gu Qing searched for the original. It was a classic ensemble-cast, coming-of-age xianxia story, with every member of the main group enjoying substantial screen time.

The second female lead had nearly as many scenes as the first, and her role was rich in contrasts and emotional highs—a part that, if done well, could easily become a breakout performance.

She was the female lead’s childhood sweetheart—bright and sunny as a girl, like a little sun warming everyone in the main group. After the destruction of her family, she grew more resilient and composed, but still radiated warmth.

Later, to protect the main group, she was forced into the demonic path. Separated from them, she put on a ruthless, merciless façade, though her heart remained soft.

It wasn’t until the group’s fourth female lead tried to cut out her spiritual root to save the third female lead—and the first female lead chose to remain neutral—that her heart finally hardened. She accepted that immortals and demons were destined to walk separate paths.

When she discovered the identity of the person responsible for her family’s destruction, she sought revenge—only to find that the culprit’s daughter was the one the female lead loved.

This tore her final ties with the group. Consumed by hatred, she clawed her way to the top and became the Holy Maiden of the demon realm, clashing repeatedly with the main group.

In the end, after avenging her family, she died saving the female lead—whom she had secretly loved all along.

Gu Qing disliked that ending. She didn’t care for secret pining—if you want something, you should fight for it. She wondered how the drama adaptation might change the story.

Still, since Qi Siyu had brought her this script, barring any surprises, she would do her best to play the role.

When the time came, a driver picked Gu Qing up.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, she spotted Qi Siyu waiting at the door.

Upon seeing her, Qi Siyu beamed and hurried over.

“Tired? I was going to let you rest, but Zheng Min was so eager. The moment she heard it was you, she insisted on meeting right away to lock things in. As expected of our Miss Gu—your name carries weight.”

“Shall I continue tonight’s lesson for you?” Gu Qing’s voice was soft, her warm breath brushing against Qi Siyu’s ear. That hint of heat was enough to turn the tip of Qi Siyu’s ear a vivid red.

Before Qi Siyu could answer, Gu Qing pinched her ear lobe, rubbing it lightly with her thumb. “So red.”

Then she walked into the restaurant, putting a few steps between them before looking back with feigned puzzlement. “What’s wrong?”

Qi Siyu ground her molars. Gu Qing was doing this on purpose—absolutely on purpose!

Too much. Flirting in broad daylight!

She’d sometimes suspected Gu Qing had a mischievous streak, but always dismissed it as her imagination.

In reality… Gu Qing definitely had a teasing side. And damn it—Qi Siyu liked it.

She quickly caught up and murmured, “It’s nothing. Just… don’t do that in public.”

“Do what?” Gu Qing’s tone was mild. Qi Siyu embarrassed easily, and the more flustered she got, the more Gu Qing enjoyed watching her—pink-faced, hesitant, utterly adorable.

Qi Siyu fumbled for an excuse. “Let’s… just eat first. We can talk when we get home.”

Inside the private room, Zheng Min and Weng Qiaoning were chatting. Hearing movement, they both stood to greet her.

Gu Qing removed her sunglasses, mask, and hat, offering a polite, “Director Zheng.”

“Miss Gu! Your latest drama’s trailer is blowing up—I’ve watched it, and I’m so looking forward to it. It’s rare for you to have free time, so I rushed over. Hope you don’t think I’m being too abrupt.” Zheng Min smiled warmly. In her fifties, she still carried herself with an approachable humility.

“I’ve always wanted to work with you, but never had the chance. When I heard you were looking for an actress, I was thrilled—no question of being bothered. Lately, Tales of the Wandering Swordsman has been the real sensation. On the way here, my driver was asking if I knew how the male lead turns things around—she’s dying to know.”

Her tone was calm, but her words hit all the right notes, subtly flattering the director.

Qi Siyu had never seen Gu Qing in a business setting before. The poise, the ease—it left her starry-eyed.

A true all-rounder.

Once driven only by ambition, now holding her relationship just as firmly—how could she not be perfect? And she was hers.

Zheng Min had even brought the contract along; if Gu Qing was satisfied, they could sign immediately.

Gu Qing preferred to go through an audition process, so Zheng Min handed her a short excerpt.

“I’ll record it,” Qi Siyu volunteered enthusiastically, raising her phone. The test footage would also serve as protection in case rejected candidates caused trouble.

“Much appreciated, President Qi,” Zheng Min chuckled.

The scene was from the second female lead’s early days—bright and sunny, an Omega who loved to laugh. Completely unlike Gu Qing’s usual persona.

Gu Qing had rarely taken on such roles, and Zheng Min was eager to see what she’d do with it.

Qi Siyu was just as eager. She’d never seen Gu Qing smiling and carefree. Until recently, she’d wondered if Gu Qing even could smile—until those rare moments when the corners of her lips curved and her eyes warmed with laughter.

In the excerpt, the second female lead, having made a small profit with the first female lead, buys gifts for her two mothers and older sister. Her little sister looks on hopefully, and the second female lead teases her.

Even without props, Gu Qing’s performance was seamless.

The bright joy of a girl sharing gifts with her family spread to the others in the room.

Qi Siyu’s lips curved—so Gu Qing had dimples. She wanted to poke them.

She set herself a goal: to make Gu Qing laugh like that off-camera, dimples and all.

“Your fans are going to be shocked. ‘Who is this? She looks exactly like my ice-queen goddess but is so sunny and sweet.’” Qi Siyu teased when the scene ended and Gu Qing’s cool demeanor returned.

“Hahaha, exactly. The highest level of acting is making even your fans see you as a stranger—you’ve brought the character to life,” Zheng Min laughed.

They signed the contract on the spot, setting the start date for a month later—just after the busy promotion period for Which Me Do You Love.

By the time they got home, it was nearly ten.

Gu Xiaoling greeted them, then hurried back to her room, vanishing from sight.

Tonight, Gu Qing was in a casual suit—buttoned-up and proper.

But when she tilted her head back to undo her shirt buttons, Qi Siyu swallowed hard. Those long, slender fingers moved with deliberate slowness—Qi Siyu was convinced she was doing it on purpose.

“Xiao Yi, what are you staring at? Want to help your teacher with the buttons?” Gu Qing’s tone was mild.

A stubborn button refused to come undone.

Flustered, Qi Siyu shook her head. “I—I’ll just get some water.”

Gu Qing smirked as she fled.

Alone, she undid the buttons in no time, quickly changed into pajamas, then retrieved a freshly laundered “innocent-yet-sultry” sea-salt student-style nightdress.

Qi Siyu, as usual, went to shower in the side bathroom. After last time, she hesitated over locking the door—just out of shyness.

In the end, desire won over bashfulness. She even found herself hoping Gu Qing would come in.

She kept glancing at the door, but no beloved scent or figure appeared.

She couldn’t deny the small sting of disappointment.

Fine—if Gu Qing wasn’t going to make a move, she’d strike first.

Resolute, Qi Siyu toweled off quickly—only to find the pajamas she’d brought had mysteriously changed.

She’d picked a silk set with top and pants. Now, it was a nightdress. And not just any nightdress—short skirt, open back and chest, held together by two thin straps. Like half a dudou.

Absolutely impossible to wear!

Face crimson, she shoved it back on the rack, cracked the door open, and poked her head out.

“Gu Qing! Gu Qing!”

“Call me Teacher,” Gu Qing replied, seated on a wooden chair beside the bed, one leg crossed over the other, her high heel dangling precariously.

Qi Siyu’s gaze locked on the swaying shoe, forgetting her purpose.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Gu Qing asked.

“Pretty,” Qi Siyu admitted—then snapped back. “No, wait! Where are my clothes? Give them back!”

“A student should behave like one. This uniform was specially bought for you by the teacher.”

Gu Qing rose to her feet, the silver frames of her glasses catching a glint of cold, metallic light. In her high heels, she stood taller than Qi Siyu, who had cautiously leaned forward.

Tilting Qi Siyu’s chin up, she ordered, “Be good.”

Qi Siyu’s heart pounded like a drum. So cool. So commanding. So… irresistible.

Back in the bathroom, she stared at the scandalous nightdress. Wear it, or not?

In the end, she put it on.

The short skirt barely covered her, lifted slightly by the curve of her hips; above was a bare, elegant back; below, long, straight legs.

Still blushing furiously, she wrapped herself in a towel.

Opening the door, she found Gu Qing standing with arms crossed, book in hand, looking for all the world like a teacher awaiting a student.

She adjusted her glasses. “Xiao Yi, you’ve been naughty. Let your teacher teach you properly.”

Qi Siyu swallowed, her gaze dropping to the book. “Th-this… this book…”

Far from proper.

Her protest was cut short by red lips on hers, the rest of her words dissolving into breathless, broken murmurs.