Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 93

The brief spell of joy was quickly replaced by another round of packed, busy days.

Gu Qing didn’t know why Qi Siyu had crammed their schedules so tightly, but since she herself was a workaholic, she adapted easily and was happy to let Qi Siyu arrange everything.

The nationwide promotional tour felt almost like sightseeing—only with variety show appearances scattered in between.

They crisscrossed north, south, east, and west, experiencing the same season’s many faces, and also the unchanging heat in their hearts that distance and climate could never diminish.

When the roadshow ended, Sword Breaking the Frost Night was about to start its script read-through.

Qi Siyu was secretly smug—thank goodness she had bought herself in as an assistant director. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even be allowed to sit in on such a confidential session.

Previously, she’d heard that the fourth female role, slated to become a future scandal, had been replaced by the deputy general manager’s mistress. Qi Siyu hadn’t intervened.

When she’d taken the time to look into it, the role had already been swapped. She didn’t know how the replacement happened, but given that deputy GM’s intellect, the methods likely weren’t clean. There was a good chance it would blow up later—something to keep an eye on.

She left that task to the System. Anything that might harm Gu Qing had to be snuffed out before it sprouted.

The System, now reluctantly overworked, could only cry in protest. Why did it have to juggle so many jobs? It regretted everything.

From the read-through, the cast seemed committed—at least familiar enough with the script to recite lines without looking.

Some, however, had terrible delivery skills—unlike Gu Qing, who was practically flawless. Qi Siyu cupped her face in her hands, gazing at Gu Qing with starry-eyed admiration as she calmly read her lines.

Her open, unhidden adoration drew notice from the others present—especially Ai Hanyan, the lead actress, and Mao Chumeng, the fifth female role.

Ai Hanyan, an Alpha, simply found Qi Siyu irritating. In her mind, she should have been the most dazzling Alpha in the room—yet Qi Siyu was there, pulling petty tricks to steal attention.

Mao Chumeng, also an Alpha, had secretly liked Gu Qing for a long time.

For the entire week-long read-through, Qi Siyu had been under covert scrutiny from both of them.

Of course, Qi Siyu noticed Ai Hanyan’s displeasure and Mao Chumeng’s covert envy—but she didn’t care. As long as they didn’t parade it in front of her, those sour lemons only made her happier.

That was—until she realized Mao Chumeng seemed to know Gu Qing well.

When the read-through wrapped, Zheng Min hosted a dinner. Mao Chumeng noticed someone ordering a mixed fruit-and-vegetable juice and called the waiter over to ask if it contained white kidney beans—Gu Qing was allergic.

Sure enough, the juice did contain them, so Gu Qing couldn’t drink it.

“Xiao Mao, you’re so attentive. You must be a fan of Xiao Gu, huh? You sure know a lot. Everyone, remember to watch out for your own allergies too—when you’re eating out, it’s easy to slip up,” Zheng Min said cheerfully.

Mao Chumeng smiled and nodded. “Gu-jie’s acting is extraordinary—it’s hard not to be drawn to her.”

Qi Siyu silently ground her molars. As Gu Qing’s number-one fan, of course she knew about the allergy… right?

She discreetly pulled out her phone and searched through every platform—yet found no mention of Gu Qing being allergic to anything.

Even though Gu Qing and Mao Chumeng hadn’t interacted beyond work-related matters, Qi Siyu’s instincts told her there was more to the story.

When they got home, she cornered Gu Qing against the door. “You know Mao Chumeng?”

“We’ve met before.” Gu Qing’s lips curled. “She’s the one who brought me into the industry. Jealous?”

As she spoke, her hands roamed idly over Qi Siyu’s back.

“I didn’t even know you were allergic to white kidney beans!” Qi Siyu pouted, making no attempt to deny her jealousy, twisting her waist to avoid Gu Qing’s teasing hands.

But in dodging, she only ended up closer.

Gu Qing pulled her in tightly, burying her head in the crook of Qi Siyu’s neck. Her warm breath brushed over Qi Siyu’s skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I almost forgot about it myself—it’s rare I eat them. Back when white kidney beans were a weight-loss trend, she shared some with me. I took one bite, broke out in a rash.” Gu Qing chuckled softly. “We don’t see eye-to-eye. Whatever I owed her has long been repaid.”

So it was a past acquaintance.

By now, Qi Siyu’s head was empty of Mao Chumeng. All she could think about was Gu Qing—her touch leaving her dazed and lightheaded.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Qi Siyu remembered what Gu Qing had said. They’d once been close, Mao Chumeng had helped her a lot, but a wrong choice had driven them apart.

From Mao Chumeng’s behavior, she clearly wanted to mend things—whether to cling to Gu Qing now that she was famous or out of genuine remorse. Either way, it wasn’t going to happen.

Gu Xiaoling probably didn’t know this person. Qi Siyu went straight to Gao Li for information. Strangely, the original novel had never mentioned Gu Qing knowing any Alpha from her youth.

It turned out Mao Chumeng had originally been a Beta—likely a second differentiation had turned her into an Alpha.

“That one couldn’t stand hard work, wanted shortcuts, and tried to drag Gu-jie along—after all, she was prettier,” Gao Li said with open disdain. “You’d better watch her. Even if she can’t do real harm, she’s disgusting enough.”

Qi Siyu got the message—defensive measures up.

On the drama’s opening ceremony day, incense was lit, the scale far grander than that of Which Me Do You Love.

The main cast alone had six actors, with multiple villains at different stages of the plot. Those free that day came to collect the opening-day red envelope.

As a buy-in assistant director, Qi Siyu was assigned to Team D, mostly shooting extras and minor roles—scenes that were usually filmed in bulk.

Which meant she had plenty of free time—time she used to keep a hawk’s eye on Mao Chumeng, hoping to catch her in something that could drive her away from Gu Qing.

Under such surveillance, Mao Chumeng grew uneasy. She’d planned to slowly reconnect with Gu Qing over meals and reminisce, but Qi Siyu’s stare made her too nervous to try.

So she quietly asked around about Qi Siyu’s relationship with Gu Qing.

Here’s the thing—Qi Siyu and Gu Qing had never gone public, nor had they ever discussed doing so.

But Qi Siyu’s behavior was far too obvious. Anyone could tell she liked Gu Qing—no attempt to hide it. This puzzled Mao Chumeng.

So she snapped a few intimate-looking photos of them and had a marketing account release “dating rumors,” hoping public pressure would force the truth out.

But with Qi Siyu watching her so closely, she couldn’t get away with it. Qi Siyu immediately went to complain to Gu Qing.

Instead of getting upset, Gu Qing considered it. “Why not use this chance to go public?”

“But… going public could affect your career,” Qi Siyu hesitated. Without the looming threat of the world’s endless resets, she would’ve announced it long ago.

“I’m an actress, not an idol,” Gu Qing replied coolly, meeting her eyes. “You’ve been a little too invested in my career lately.”

It wasn’t about money—so there had to be another reason. Perhaps Qi Siyu was a die-hard career fan. Gu Qing had played along so far, but if career concerns started to interfere with their relationship, she wouldn’t allow it.

Qi Siyu was already afraid Gu Qing would break if she learned she was the novel’s protagonist—especially if she knew the world couldn’t turn real until the loop was broken, meaning her suffering and glory would repeat forever. That truth was too cruel to voice.

Gu Qing’s words reminded her to ease off the urgency. “Alright. So how do we announce it?”

Once they decided, Qi Siyu eagerly pulled out her notes. “I’ve got lots of ideas.”

They were all scenarios she’d dreamed of—so vivid she’d written them down afterward. Now they could finally shine.

Gu Qing chose the simplest one: take a photo together, post it on Weibo.

After posting, Gu Qing went back to filming while Qi Siyu sat nearby, glued to her phone.

Though the decision was made quickly, Qi Siyu had already mobilized an army of water armies, ready to drown out any smear against Gu Qing.

With Which Me Do You Love currently airing, the announcement naturally caused a stir, hitting the hot search within half an hour.

Oddly, the drama’s on-screen CP wasn’t what trended—rather, it was Gu Qing’s three split-personality CP dynamics that were all the rage.

The timing didn’t hurt the show’s ratings—instead, the backlash landed entirely on Qi Siyu.

After all, she’d once sworn on a variety show that she had no romantic intentions toward Gu Qing. And now, just a few months later, they were official.

Qi Siyu’s haters pounced, and marketing accounts milked the contradiction for clicks.

Qi Siyu, however, was unbothered. She could barely remember making that promise.

At the time, she’d meant it sincerely—but who could’ve predicted Gu Qing would change her fate and fall for her?

Heh. Let them talk. She had broken her word, but she’d also reaped all the rewards. Their snide comments couldn’t touch her.

And with the buzz, Qi Siyu figured she could use it to promote Su Ningmo’s other scripts.

As for Sword Breaking the Frost Night, that was Songfen Media’s responsibility.

The ultimate business brain—right here.

Gu Qing, however, hadn’t forgotten what Qi Siyu had once said. When she finished filming and saw the hot search, her expression cooled.

And when she realized Qi Siyu had done nothing to stop the insults, her face darkened completely.

Gu Qing rarely wore her emotions openly, but this grim look startled Gu Xiaoling. “Jie, what happened?”

“Where’s Qi Siyu?” Gu Qing’s voice was cold.

“She’s on the phone with President Su.” Gu Xiaoling silently lit a candle for Qi Siyu—making Gu-jie this angry meant she was doomed.

“Good.” Gu Qing immediately called Meng Changyao. “Help me set up a livestream.”

“What for?” Meng Changyao was baffled.

“To clarify,” Gu Qing said evenly. “Qi Siyu had no designs on me before. I was the one who fell for her, pestered her, and begged her to accept my confession.”