Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 95

At those words, Qi Siyu’s whole body tensed. She immediately thought it must be the lingering scent of perfume from Mao Chumeng’s former sugar mommy.

She opened her mouth to explain, but Gu Qing covered it with her hand.

A faint trace of lemon drifted from Gu Qing’s palm—probably from a wet wipe.

“No need to explain.” Gu Qing lifted her gaze, meeting Qi Siyu’s eyes for a brief moment. “Just wipe it clean.”

Qi Siyu couldn’t read the emotion in her eyes, but instinct told her something wasn’t quite right.

A glance around told her that the divider between them and the row in front had been raised, and Gu Xiaoling—who was rarely absent—was nowhere in sight.

In this enclosed space, only she and Gu Qing remained. Qi Siyu, flustered, gripped the armrest of her seat, but obediently let Gu Qing wipe at her skin with the wet tissue.

Perhaps it was because her mind was a little foggy, or because the dim setting seemed to coax out unguarded desire, but Qi Siyu darted out her tongue and gave Gu Qing’s palm a quick, teasing lick.

A fleeting touch, then she pulled back as though she’d done something terribly naughty.

The motion seemed to flick a hidden switch. Gu Qing let out a low chuckle and tossed the wet wipe aside.

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The next day, Qi Siyu appeared in a high-necked, long-sleeved top—her fingers covered right down to the tips.

Summer had passed, but the crisp coolness of autumn had yet to arrive; dressed like this, she stood out more than a little.

Over breakfast, Gu Xiaoling burst out laughing the moment she saw her. “You look like a mummy.”

Qi Siyu rolled her eyes and refused to take the bait.

Costume preparation for the xianxia drama was a lengthy process, so Gu Qing had been in the makeup chair since morning. Seeing Qi Siyu arrive wrapped up from head to toe, her brows arched in amusement.

“You’re not allowed to laugh at me,” Qi Siyu ground her molars. If Gu Qing hadn’t left love bites all over her last night, she wouldn’t have to cover herself up like this.

But with Gu Qing’s filming schedule, she didn’t dare make a fuss.

“Mhm.” Gu Qing nodded mildly.

“Deputy Director Qi,” the makeup artist teased, “the official announcement was just yesterday, and today you’re already drenched in MIss Gu’s scent. You two must be doing well.”

Qi Siyu grinned sheepishly. “That we are.”

Drenched in Gu Qing’s scent, covered in Gu Qing’s marks—a sweet kind of trouble.

That day, everyone she met seemed to throw her a teasing look or make a remark.

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At dinner that evening, Zheng Min came over to her.

After the usual polite congratulations—something about “a match made in heaven,” the sort of refined words only cultured people could pull off—Qi Siyu accepted them all with a smile, then waited for Zheng Min to reveal her true intentions.

If she was here to tell them to tone things down, well… that wasn’t going to happen. These days, mealtime was the only contact she had with Gu Qing!

“What? You want me to join a variety show?” Qi Siyu blinked.

Sure, she’d bought her way in as a deputy director, but promotional appearances for the main creative team? That wasn’t normally her territory.

“Hahaha, your CP is so popular right now. I want to ride the wave a little.” Zheng Min was nothing if not trendy—always ready to grab some clout. “Mainly, the screenwriter and I weren’t too happy with the original ending for Gu’s character. We’re thinking of adding someone new.”

“What do you think about this—what if Gu likes Xiao Ai because she sees her as a stand-in? Then we give Xiao Ai a twin sister.”

“Sure. But Director Zheng, can we use real character names? Calling them ‘Xiao Gu’ and ‘Xiao Ai’ is way too vague.” Qi Siyu didn’t care much about the original plot. Adding another ‘stand-in’ wouldn’t change the fact that the second female lead was a hopeless romantic.

“Hahaha, you young people are so possessive. All right, all right. So… would you be interested in a cameo?” Finally, Zheng Min revealed her goal.

“Twins are usually played by the same actor, right? And I don’t exactly look like Ai Hanyan.” Qi Siyu suspected the whole point of this role was to feed her and Gu Qing’s real-life CP hype.

“You do look alike,” Zheng Min insisted, making vague hand gestures. “Your face shapes and eye shapes are similar. With makeup, you could have a 50% resemblance.”

“I’m this good-looking—if we stood together, I’d outshine your female lead.” Qi Siyu’s confidence in her looks was absolute. In terms of appearance, Ai Hanyan couldn’t compete.

“Hahaha, no worries—you’d be the tragically deceased white moonlight, not even in the industry.”

“In that case, I’m in.” Getting to play Gu Qing’s CP on screen was worth getting excited over.

The cameo and the variety show were set.

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Qi Siyu went to share her joy with Gu Qing, not realizing the idea had come from Gu Qing’s own quiet suggestion to the screenwriter.

Her scenes could be filmed in a single day—scheduled for three days later.

Once she had the script, Qi Siyu flipped through it daily. There were only a handful of lines, but she rehearsed them over and over until she could recite them backwards.

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The night before filming, at dinner, Ai Hanyan approached her. “I need a word. Alone.”

The tone was haughty, with zero courtesy. Qi Siyu guessed her sudden surge in popularity had gone to her head.

With nothing pressing on her plate, she agreed.

They walked to a quiet corner.

Ai Hanyan got straight to the point. “Name your price. Drop the role.”

Her agent thought even a few minutes of Qi Siyu’s screen time might steal the spotlight. Ai Hanyan didn’t fully agree, but she couldn’t stand the nagging any longer.

So here she was.

Qi Siyu smiled. “Sure—one hundred million will do.”

“The hell? Who do you think you are? A hundred million could buy your life a dozen times over!” Ai Hanyan exploded, certain Qi Siyu was mocking her.

“You didn’t think to get your facts straight first? I invested a hundred million in this show already—and I can invest more. Now tell me, is it easier for me to replace you or for you to replace me?” Qi Siyu shook her head. This one looked sharp enough, but her brain clearly had some loose wires.

Ai Hanyan clenched her fists. “Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have a bit of cash. You’ll regret this.”

…So it was fine for her to throw money around, but when someone else had money, it was just “a bit of cash”?

In the original novel, this character never existed—likely because she wouldn’t last long.

After tossing out the threat, Ai Hanyan stalked off, leaving Qi Siyu with nothing but the sight of her proud back.

Really… was there a hole in her head?

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It was a minor incident that barely rippled Qi Siyu’s mood—but that didn’t stop her from running to Gu Qing to “complain.”

“Gu Qing, Gu Qing, Ai Hanyan was so mean. She dragged me to a corner to threaten me—said if I insist on the cameo, she’ll ‘make me look good.’ Boo-hoo-hoo…” Her voice cracked with fake sobs before she broke into a grin. “Seriously, how can someone be this dumb? She actually threatened me.”

“Mhm. Pretty dumb. I’ll teach her a lesson for you.” Gu Qing’s voice was mild, her hand ruffling Qi Siyu’s hair in comfort.

Hehe… sometimes Gu Qing really had that domineering CEO vibe. Qi Siyu’s eyes sparkled as she leaned in. “Then you have to comfort me.”

“How?” Gu Qing held out her chopsticks with a bite of food. “Open your mouth.”

Qi Siyu darted a guilty glance around; seeing no one paying attention, she took the bite in one quick chomp.

Not only did she take the food, she left a glistening trace of saliva on the tips of the chopsticks.

Her cheeks heated. She opened her mouth to say she’d wipe them off, but Gu Qing calmly used them for her own bite.

Well… kissing was just exchanging saliva too, right? Same thing. Qi Siyu consoled herself—Gu Qing wouldn’t mind.

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That night’s shoot paired Gu Qing and Ai Hanyan.

Qi Siyu assumed Gu Qing’s earlier promise was just to make her feel better—she hadn’t expected Gu Qing to follow through.

“Cut! Cut! Cut, cut, cut! Ai Hanyan, what’s wrong with you? You’re stiff as a board! Can you act like you’re alive?” Zheng Min’s temper finally snapped after Ai Hanyan’s repeated mistakes.

“Sorry, Director Zheng. I’ll try to get into the mood.” Ai Hanyan knew when to back down and didn’t dare talk back on set.

“Five minutes’ break.” Zheng Min waved a hand.

Qi Siyu flashed Gu Qing a finger heart. As a director herself, she could see Gu Qing was deliberately stealing the scene.

Ai Hanyan’s acting was decent enough—unless Gu Qing turned it up on purpose, making Ai Hanyan’s performance look almost laughable.

Worse, Ai Hanyan’s mentality was fragile. The more she flubbed, the worse she got.

Zheng Min stepped in to block Qi Siyu’s line of sight. “What did Xiao Ai do to offend Xiao Gu?”

“Hehe, she threatened me—told me not to take your new role.” Since Zheng Min asked, Qi Siyu didn’t mind tacking on another complaint.

Zheng Min: …

She hadn’t expected Ai Hanyan to have the gall. Originally, she’d planned to ask Qi Siyu to smooth things over, but that was clearly unnecessary now. “Fine. I’ll waste a bit of film—we’re ahead of schedule anyway.”

When the role was added, the leads had been informed, even if the part only lasted a few minutes. Ai Hanyan hadn’t shown a hint of objection then.

Agreeing to her face while scheming behind her back—Zheng Min hated two-faced behavior.

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Five minutes later, filming resumed. Gu Qing stopped holding back, and the scene went smoothly.

Next came a water scene where Ai Hanyan had to dive in to slay a three-headed serpent and save Gu Qing.

It wasn’t cold that night, but constant dunking and climbing out was exhausting. Gu Qing, waiting on the shore, kept making small mistakes that forced retakes—meaning Ai Hanyan had to keep going back into the water.

Even a fool would realize she was being targeted.

Before Ai Hanyan could blow up, Zheng Min beat her to it, yelling, “Gu Qing, what is wrong with you tonight? Mistake after mistake—are you two teaming up to mess with me? If you can’t film, then don’t!”

Ai Hanyan: …Why do I feel like I just got scolded too?

Gu Qing apologized calmly, knowing it was time to ease off. The scene wrapped without further incident.

In the following simpler shots, Gu Qing behaved herself, but Ai Hanyan was so on edge she kept second-guessing, and her performance dipped. After one final scolding, her scenes were pushed to the next night.

When they wrapped, Gu Xiaoling arrived with crew members to hand out late-night snacks and milk tea—compensation for the delay. The gesture only made Ai Hanyan look worse.

She’d already had a reputation for being arrogant upward and domineering downward. After this, her image took a serious hit.

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Since the official announcement, Qi Siyu had every reason to visit Gu Qing’s room without hiding from cameras.

After washing up, she knocked once before letting herself in.

Gu Qing was lying in bed with a face mask, eyes closed. Hearing the door, she opened it and started to get up.

Qi Siyu pounced, pressing her back down. “Teacher Gu stood up for me today. Tonight, let me thank you properly. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

“Go to the bathroom.” Gu Qing said.

…Qi Siyu paused, refusing to back down. “I’ll flush for you after.”

Gu Qing flicked her on the forehead. “Wash my face.”

“Hehe~ On it.”