Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 92

Their kiss deepened, soft lips pressed and reshaped under the other’s touch, breaths tangling together until the quiet room was filled with heated, intimate gasps.

Suddenly, Qi Siyu’s phone began to ring.

Neither of them made any move to answer it. If anything, the sound only made Qi Siyu flush even deeper, her body trembling with heightened sensitivity.

But when the ringtone cut off only to start again, Gu Qing finally loosened her hold on Qi Siyu.

“Go check it,” she murmured, her voice carrying the faint rasp of breathlessness, tinged with a sultry crimson from lingering desire.

“…Fine.” Qi Siyu pouted in reluctant grievance. Damn it—if this wasn’t something truly urgent, she’d bite the head off whoever dared call her right now.

As soon as the call connected, Wen Qiaoning’s voice came through in a rush.

“The investor wants to appoint their own second female lead. Director Zheng got into a fight with them—both of them are in the hospital now.”

Qi Siyu rubbed at her throbbing temples, wondering if she’d misheard.

“We’ll head over right away,” Gu Qing said without hesitation. “Send us the hospital address.”

After hanging up, Qi Siyu still looked dazed. “What on earth…?”

“Nothing major,” Gu Qing replied evenly, “but since Director Zheng fought on our behalf, it’s only right we visit.” She glanced at Qi Siyu. “Get changed.”

With the haze of desire fading, shame crept in to take its place. Qi Siyu lowered her gaze to her current state of dress, shot Gu Qing a shy glare, and hurried to the corner to change.

On the way there, Qi Siyu closed her eyes, trying to recall how this part played out in the original novel.

In the book, Gu Qing had been filming despite being badly injured at this time. The story followed her perspective, so anything else was either glossed over or omitted entirely.

Eventually, Qi Siyu found a small mention of the Sword Breaking the Frosted Night incident, but in the novel the second female lead hadn’t been driven out by public opinion yet—there was no recasting plotline at all.

Instead, three years later, both the second and fourth female leads were exposed in scandals, forcing the entire drama off the air for revisions. Fans held their own fantasy casting online, naming actresses they wanted for a remake—and that was when Gu Qing’s name came up.

Still, even if she didn’t find much else useful, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to deal with this “fourth female lead” early. Better safe than sorry for the future broadcast.

“We’re here. Get out,” Gu Qing said, tapping Qi Siyu’s cheek—soft, warm, irresistibly plump. She couldn’t resist squeezing it twice more.

Qi Siyu’s eyes opened wide. She bared her sharp little canine teeth in mock threat. “Do that again and I’ll bite you.”

Gu Qing merely flicked one of those little white teeth. “Anytime.”

Qi Siyu instantly covered her mouth, staring at her in disbelief. If teeth could blush, hers would be scarlet right now.

She snuck a glance at the driver, only to meet his gaze in the rearview mirror.

Mutual silence. Mutual awkwardness.

Flustered, Qi Siyu scrambled out of the car. She had to take a few deep breaths before she could calm down enough to speak. “Don’t do that in public, okay?” she muttered.

“Of course,” Gu Qing agreed lightly. “Come on, let’s go.”

Qi Siyu glared at her unruffled demeanor and dug her toes into the floor in frustration.

Hmph. Don’t underestimate a shy girl!

Halfway there, she remembered the fruit basket she’d bought and hurried back to grab it.

Wen Qiaoning was waiting in the lobby. When she saw them, she led them upstairs, explaining along the way, “Neither of them is seriously hurt, but the situation’s tense. The one who fought Director Zheng is the vice president of Duoguo Media. They invested a hundred million—second only to Songfen Media’s one hundred and fifty million.”

Once they understood the context, Qi Siyu and Gu Qing relaxed.

For some baffling reason, Zheng Min and the VP had been placed in the same hospital room. From down the hall, they could already hear the vice president shouting:

“If Jiao Jiao can’t play the second female lead, Duoguo’s pulling our investment!”

“Who the hell do you think you are? Go ahead and pull it! I’ve been in this industry for years—if you think I can’t do without your measly hundred million, you’re dreaming!”

The two of them lay in separate beds, a meter apart, yelling at each other.

Their assistants huddled at the ends of the beds, occasionally passing them water so they wouldn’t dry out mid-argument.

“Director Zheng, President Qi and Gu Qing are here to see you,” Wen Qiaoning called as she knocked.

“Ah, I’m fine. No need to rush over so late,” Zheng Min said cheerfully. “Come sit down, rest a bit. Oh, a fruit basket! Perfect, I was getting hungry.”

On Zheng Min’s side, the atmosphere was warm and relaxed.

On the vice president’s side, it was tense. She pulled out her phone to call her little lover, telling them to hurry over. If Gu Qing was here, the other contender for the role had to be present too—or the fight would’ve been for nothing.

Admittedly, Gu Qing was better than her lover in every way. But she’d already made her demands, and if Gu Qing had come sooner, she wouldn’t have pushed things this far. Too late now—the role was hers, or the funding was gone. She meant it.

Qi Siyu clicked her tongue. “Who’s she trying to scare? Pull it then. As if anyone cares about your little hundred million. Director Zheng, our Gu Qing’s loaded. Tomorrow we’ll talk to Songfen Media and invest two hundred million!”

Zheng Min laughed. “Sounds good. I’ll contact Old Gao at Songfen first thing.”

The vice president curled her lip. Talk was cheap. Did they think she didn’t know Yao Yang Entertainment’s and the Qi family’s limits? She turned away and teased her lover over the phone again, “If you don’t get here soon, someone’s going to bring their own money to take the role.”

But instead of her lover, the next person through the door was her mother—Duoguo’s president.

The sixty-year-old stormed over, yanked her forty-year-old daughter off the bed, gave her a thorough scolding, then turned with a smile to apologize to Zheng Min and Gu Qing. She assured them she’d never intended to pull funding and was very much looking forward to Gu Qing’s portrayal of the second female lead.

In her mother’s hands, the once-arrogant vice president had all the fight of a child caught misbehaving.

Qi Siyu smirked inwardly. Age really does bring sharper claws.

Naturally, Zheng Min forgave the “misguided” forty-year-old child.

When the farce ended, the president whisked her daughter off to another room, leaving Zheng Min alone.

“Director Zheng, I wasn’t joking earlier,” Qi Siyu said seriously. “Gu Qing can bring her own investment to the production. You can discuss it with Songfen Media.”

Before coming back to the country, Gu Junsi and Song Xinglin had given her three cards with a total of one billion yuan—specifically to support Gu Qing’s career.

Zheng Min’s expression grew thoughtful. “I’ll pass on your message to President Song. We’ll discuss the details later.”

Wen Qiaoning’s eyes flickered with insight. It seemed the Qi family was far more influential than they appeared.

If Qi Siyu had known what she was thinking, she would’ve corrected her—it wasn’t the Qi family. It was Gu Qing’s family.

By the time they got home, it was already 11:30 p.m. Qi Siyu yawned. She was tired, but also looking forward to something.

Seeing her fatigue, Gu Qing kept things proper, letting her simply go to bed.

That “proper” stretch lasted several days.

The next morning, Qi Siyu went out early, then picked up Gu Qing mid-morning so they could meet with Songfen Media about investing.

Not every project could be bought into, and the fewer people sharing the profits, the better.

Whether because Songfen lacked confidence or funds for this particular drama, they eventually agreed to let Qi Siyu invest one hundred million… plus an extra ten thousand—just enough to edge Duoguo out.

She also wrangled herself a job as executive director, responsible for filming some of the less critical scenes.

In short—she’d be working alongside Gu Qing.

After that, they met with several streaming platforms. They didn’t go for exclusive rights, instead signing with three platforms for simultaneous release.

By the time those talks wrapped up, they were both too exhausted for anything else.

Gu Qing soon got busy too—Wen Qiaoning booked her for two magazine covers, and Meng Changyao began negotiations for a luxury watch endorsement. Progress was good, and Gu Qing would join the next meeting.

Qi Siyu dove into final post-production work. Both of them were swamped.

At home, they’d fall asleep in each other’s arms almost instantly.

Their schedules aligned again only when both wrapped up their respective projects—Gu Qing having finished her shoots and signed the endorsement, Qi Siyu having submitted the drama for final review.

That night, they treated themselves to a simple hot bath together before curling up in bed.

The next morning, Gu Qing awoke to find herself still cradled in Qi Siyu’s arms.

It had been days since they’d had such a peaceful, unhurried morning.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing Qi Siyu’s hair and lashes in a soft golden glow.

Gu Qing began counting those lashes, one by one. Patience had never been her problem—but the task was monumental. Before long, she found herself wanting to poke at the cheeks the pillow had squished into soft plumpness, and then… to bite those full, bright-red lips.

It wasn’t her fault—Qi Siyu was simply too tempting.

After twenty minutes, she still hadn’t finished counting.

So be it—she could complete the task another time.

Decision made, she pushed herself up to carry out the morning wake-up call she’d already rehearsed in her head.

At first, Qi Siyu only felt something warm, wet, and ticklish on her face. Instinctively, she tried to scratch at it, but her hand was caught and guided elsewhere.

Then her lower lip was gently nipped—not enough to hurt, just enough to send a sweet, shivery jolt through her. She woke instantly.

The brief glimpse of light was swiftly stolen as a warm, faintly scented palm covered her eyes.

Sightless, her other senses sharpened, her body attuned to every touch.

A deft tongue slipped past her teeth, exploring, teasing, drawing her in. The faint tang of chocolate and red wine in Gu Qing’s pheromones flooded her senses, leaving her mouth full with her presence.

“Mmm… mm—” Qi Siyu struggled for air but refused to yield, chasing the teasing pink tongue in turn until she broke through into Gu Qing’s mouth.

Their pheromones mingled in the shared saliva, tongues tangling with soft, wet sounds.

In the darkness, the lewd noises seemed louder, making Qi Siyu’s face flush even hotter.

When the kiss finally broke, their breaths came tangled together. Qi Siyu relaxed slightly, reaching to remove the hand over her eyes—only for Gu Qing to catch her wrist, revealing this was only the beginning.

Gu Qing’s lips trailed downward, leaving a path of damp, crimson marks.

Qi Siyu’s eyes flew wide as if an electric current had surged through her, every nerve ending alight with shivering heat.