Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 94

“Shouldn’t you discuss this with President Qi first?” Meng Changyao’s voice was a little hoarse. She really didn’t understand why Gu Qing wanted to do this. President Qi wasn’t even in the entertainment industry—after a few days of scolding, people would forget all about it.

But it was different if Gu Qing made a public statement like this. From now on, the slightest issue would drag her back into the spotlight. And because of the powerful Qi family standing behind Qi Siyu, Gu Qing would easily be branded with ugly labels like “bootlicker” or “gold-digger.”

Besides, Qi Siyu had just assembled such a lavish team to build Gu Qing into an international superstar. Meng Changyao didn’t think she’d allow Gu Qing to sabotage herself.

Meng voiced her concerns anxiously, waiting for Gu Qing’s reply—only to have Gu Qing hang up on her.

What the hell was this?!

She hurried to call Qi Siyu.

Since Meng Changyao wasn’t on board, Gu Qing had no interest in wasting time with her. Instead, she called Weng Qiaoning and asked her to help set up a livestream account.

What Meng could think of, Weng could too—but instead of trying to talk Gu Qing out of it, Weng focused on finding a way to make it work.

Very quickly, the livestream room was ready. Gu Qing shared the link on Weibo, and fans poured in immediately.

At the same time, the hashtag #GuQingLivestream began climbing the trending charts.

On the other side, Meng Changyao kept calling Qi Siyu, but the line was always busy.

Qi Siyu finished her chat with Su Ningqing and noticed the missed calls from Meng. She called back immediately.

Meng answered in a flash. “Gu Qing’s livestreaming right now. Because of the online attacks against you, she’s saying she was the one who pursued you.”

Qi Siyu’s first reaction was pure delight—Gu Qing was defending her!

Proactively!

She actually cared!

Her second reaction was to think about the consequences—this would definitely affect Gu Qing. Qi Siyu suddenly felt a sour pang of regret. If she had known things would end up like this, she never would have run her mouth so carelessly before.

“Alright, I got it.” Qi Siyu hung up and went straight to find Gu Qing, heading directly toward the lounge while pulling up Weibo to join the livestream.

The lounge door was ajar, and the soundproofing wasn’t great.

As she passed, Qi Siyu heard Gu Qing’s cool, even voice:

“Someone as outstanding as Qi Siyu—beautiful, great figure, gentle, considerate, and respectful—it’s only natural to develop feelings after being cared for by her for a long time.”

The compliments made Qi Siyu glow inside, but she still wanted to shriek like a prairie dog.

Ahhhhhh! Using such a calm tone at a moment like this—it’s going to sound like you’re being held hostage!

Sure enough, when Qi Siyu finally got into the livestream, the comments were full of things like: ‘Jie, blink twice if you’re being kidnapped.’

Still, the audience was responding well overall. She spotted only a few scattered insults from trolls—hardly worth mentioning. Once the water army and marketing accounts were mobilized, the public opinion would be firmly in their favor.

Happiness bloomed in her chest like a flower whose scent could no longer be contained; the corners of her lips just wouldn’t stay down.

She made a show of knocking on the door before pushing it open.

When Gu Qing heard the sound and looked up to see Qi Siyu, her gaze instantly softened—like sunlight spilling over a spring fed by melting ice. It might look cool, but the warmth underneath was unmistakable.

The livestream audience instinctively went quiet, all of them captivated by this rare, down-to-earth moment from their aloof “fairy from the ninth heavens.”

“I’ve already explained everything. No matter what others say, at the very least, I hope those who support me won’t misunderstand her. Thank you, everyone.” Gu Qing withdrew her gaze and returned to her usual composure, bidding farewell to the viewers.

From start to finish, the entire livestream lasted less than ten minutes. Viewers begged her to keep chatting, but she heartlessly ended the broadcast.

She then turned her calm eyes on Qi Siyu.

Qi Siyu let out two sheepish laughs. “Thanks.”

“Love yourself first,” Gu Qing replied evenly.

Qi Siyu scratched her head. “Well… letting the mosquitoes buzz in my ear without swatting them—doesn’t mean I don’t love myself, right?”

That little bit of name-calling didn’t affect her in the slightest—barely even an itch. And if she cut down on her time online lately, it wouldn’t bother her at all.

“Twisted logic. Don’t let it happen again,” Gu Qing said with full-on domineering CEO vibes.

Qi Siyu was secretly thrilled. She leaned closer with a teasing, syrupy drawl: “And if I do slip up again, how will Teacher Gu punish me~?”

“Hey, I’m still here,” Gu Xiaoling interjected with an exaggerated gagging motion, glaring at Qi Siyu.

“Ugh, no sense of timing! We’re at the tender ‘gazing at each other through tear-filled eyes’ stage—you should’ve been gone ages ago to give us some space!” Qi Siyu shot her an equally disdainful glare.

What a perfect moment this was—she wanted nothing more than to hug and kiss Gu Qing.

“Fine, fine, I’m going. The director’s already urging you.” At Gu Qing’s glance, Gu Xiaoling instantly chickened out and scurried away, even thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

She stationed herself outside like a guard to keep people from barging in. And if she happened to overhear… well, that was the poor soundproofing’s fault, not hers!

But inside, nothing noisy was happening—Qi Siyu simply wrapped Gu Qing in her arms, holding her tight.

Gu Qing froze for a moment before circling her arms around Qi Siyu’s waist in return.

Still, such a pose was dangerous in broad daylight on a film set, so Qi Siyu reluctantly let go.

“I’ve already planned the follow-up—aiming to give you a bold, straightforward, loyal-to-the-core public persona,” Qi Siyu informed her.

“You sure about that?” Gu Qing asked coolly.

“Uh… probably?” Qi Siyu hesitated, recalling the tone in which Gu Qing had delivered her livestream lines. “…Well, as long as we have enough water army, it’ll be fine!”

People followed the herd, after all. As The Crowd put it—most are willing to trade away their intellect for a sense of belonging.

When Gu Qing left for filming, Qi Siyu squatted nearby to watch—until she spotted Mao Chumeng and remembered this whole mess had started because of her!

The situation might be resolved, but Mao Chumeng was definitely up to no good.

Qi Siyu had her assistant dig into who Mao had tried to cozy up to back then and whether she currently had a patron.

Faced with the promise of a bonus, the assistant dove in with gusto.

By that night, Qi Siyu had all the dirt.

Her acting skills were mediocre, but her social games were elaborate—just like climbing a corporate ladder, switching to stronger backers each time she reached a plateau.

She’d had her brief moment of fame, but limited talent and looks meant all her lead roles had flopped miserably. In the end, she seemed to have resigned herself to a career as a perennial supporting actress.

No current patron—mainly busy “mentoring” juniors.

It was a pity Qi Siyu couldn’t toss her into the tabloids, but the info would be plenty useful for leverage.

The next day, Qi Siyu personally invited Mao Chumeng to dinner.

Mao felt a jolt of dread, but what must come would come, so she agreed.

That evening, as Mao was on her way, she ran into her former patron. After a friendly greeting, she realized they were heading the same way.

It wasn’t until they stopped before the same private room that Mao understood—Qi Siyu had invited both her and her ex-patron.

“Didn’t expect you and President Qi to know each other,” Mao probed cautiously.

“Only met today. Gotta thank you—if not for you, I wouldn’t have any connection to the Qi family,” the ex-patron said with a roguish smile, hand sliding over Mao’s waist.

Mao could barely keep her smile in place. She knew exactly what Qi Siyu was playing at.

She barely tasted a bite all evening, while Qi Siyu and the ex-patron chatted happily and even made plans to collaborate in the future.

When the meal ended, Qi Siyu smiled. “Miss Mao, why don’t you see your old friend out? I’m a little tipsy—going to rest here a bit.”

Mao had no choice but to comply. When she returned, Qi Siyu was still in the room.

“I think I don’t need to spell it out—drop whatever little schemes you have and stay away from Gu Qing,” Qi Siyu said coolly.

For a moment, Mao felt disoriented—maybe it was the alcohol, but she could have sworn it was Gu Qing speaking. The manner and tone were so alike.

It also told her just how close the two really were.

She gave a bitter smile. “I understand.”

No excuses. Even if she hadn’t acted yet, she could only admit defeat and promise to back off.

With that nuisance handled, Qi Siyu returned to the set in high spirits.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but she felt sleepy and decided to nap in the car instead of keeping watch.

She didn’t know how long she slept before a cool, damp sensation on her face and a firm pressure on her skin jolted her awake.

Startled, she opened her eyes.

Gu Qing was half-kneeling beside the seat, leaning forward slightly. Her hair brushed against Qi Siyu’s hand, tickling faintly.

Her gaze was fixed on Qi Siyu’s lips, the reflection of Qi Siyu’s just-awakened eyes shining in her pupils.

The moonlight poured in through the tinted windows, dimming into shadow inside the car. Qi Siyu couldn’t see clearly, but she felt as if storm clouds were brewing in Gu Qing’s eyes.

“Why are you wiping my face?” Qi Siyu asked, instinctively swallowing.

“You smell like another Omega,” Gu Qing said evenly—
but the force in her hand was anything but calm.