Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 97

Hearing Qi Siyu’s words, Gu Qing’s heart felt as if it had melted into something impossibly soft—but she still firmly rejected those brazen, wolfish remarks.

Because her character was set as a blackened villain in the show, she’d received the “undercover” mission card. Undercover players were destined to lose. There was no reason for Qi Siyu to lose along with her.

Still, Gu Qing had her own peculiar sense of competitiveness.

Qi Siyu stuck close to her like glue, refusing to separate. As an undercover, Gu Qing could only perform the mission right in front of her—collecting “dirty water.”

The “dirty water” was stored in small bottles with spray nozzles, in various colors. If sprayed on someone’s clothes, it would leave visible marks.

Qi Siyu reached for one, intending to spray herself a few times, but Gu Qing was quicker, seizing the bottle in a firm grip.

The variety show’s director nearly clutched his head in despair—how on earth were they supposed to air this?

They contacted both Qi Siyu and Gu Qing, trying to persuade Qi Siyu to leave so Gu Qing could re-record her segment alone. Otherwise, their early footage together would be drastically reduced.

Qi Siyu had no choice but to pretend she was going to the bathroom, giving Gu Qing “conspiring” time.

Variety shows are such fakes… Qi Siyu mused in the restroom, shaking her head. Sure, she’d been a little willful just now, but she’d still gripe about it. After all, the production team hadn’t exactly paid her much.

“Hey, everything’s set up here—just lure them over.” A low voice came from the next stall.

Qi Siyu instantly pressed her ear to the partition, catching every word.

The context was unclear, but she heard the key location: the swimming complex.

This venue should be full of crew right now, so “luring them over” likely referred to one of the celebrity guests.

She wondered if this had anything to do with Ai Hanyan—was that woman plotting something against her?

Five minutes later, her “bathroom break” complete, Qi Siyu dashed back.

Gu Qing appeared to be waiting in place, but had in fact already “secretly” collected her dirty water.

When the final episode aired, it would look as though Qi Siyu never realized Gu Qing was the undercover.

“Our next mission—based on the clue ‘water’—there are two nearby locations: the swimming complex and the oceanarium,” Gu Qing suggested. “Let’s start with the swimming complex.”

Qi Siyu’s heart skipped—was what she overheard earlier actually aimed at them?

Tch, the villains in this novel world really were bold. She wasn’t scared, just concerned that Gu Qing might suffer for it.

Sure, getting revenge afterwards was satisfying—but avoiding harm altogether was even better.

Covering both their mics with her hand, Qi Siyu told Gu Qing everything she’d overheard.

Gu Qing simply hummed in reply. “Then our destination is definitely the swimming complex.”

The skewed focus made Qi Siyu chuckle. Well, if Gu Qing wanted to go, they’d go—and see who dared mess with them.

Her spirits rising, Qi Siyu vowed to make sure no one got their way.

At the swimming complex entrance, the program’s and sponsor’s logos confirmed they were in the right place.

Once inside, the staff handed them swimsuits—of course you had to wear swimwear here.

The twist? These swimsuits had been provided by the guests’ own assistants, though the guests themselves were unaware.

Qi Siyu and Gu Qing had never gone swimming together, and thus had never seen each other in swimsuits.

The thought was oddly exciting. As she changed, Qi Siyu’s hands moved faster than usual.

When she emerged, she found only staff in sight—not a soul else.

She asked for the mission card and read it to the camera.

They needed five people to start.

A floating platform would be placed in the pool, with a glass bead glued to it. All five would start from different points, race for the bead, and whoever got it into the net by the poolside would win.

Qi Siyu latched onto the important part—if they couldn’t gather five people, didn’t that mean they could just… stay here together?

Heh—private two-person world!

The pool water was clear and still. Qi Siyu dove in with a clean arc, sending up a sparkling spray.

Gu Qing arrived just in time to see her surface, water droplets clinging to her fair skin and catching the light like scattered diamonds.

She tilted her head back, pale hand sweeping from her forehead down her face. Her closed eyes opened at last.

Seeing Gu Qing, Qi Siyu broke into a smile. The rippling light on the water mirrored in her eyes, like the most dazzling scenery in a galaxy.

“Gu Qing!” she called, raising an arm in greeting.

As she moved, the droplets clinging to her lashes fell, sliding down to the hollow of her collarbone like a dusting of glitter on porcelain skin.

Gu Qing stood on the poolside, gazing down at her. No one would have guessed that behind her composed expression, she was imagining taking the place of those water droplets—claiming every inch of Qi Siyu’s skin.

Qi Siyu’s gaze roamed over her as well. Gu Qing wore a black, strappy one-piece swimsuit that bared her shoulders and neck, the short skirt hem skimming her upper thighs.

“Come down—the water’s nice and cool.” Qi Siyu had once wanted to teach her to swim after the near-drowning incident at sea, but never got the chance.

Later, Gu Qing returned from home already knowing how, leaving Qi Siyu regretting the loss of a perfectly legitimate excuse for some hands-on instruction.

Gu Qing stepped slowly into the water, and Qi Siyu’s eyes followed the rising waterline—from her slim ankles up to where it met her chest.

The snug swimsuit accentuated every curve. Qi Siyu rubbed her nose lightly—this was no time for a nosebleed.

“Let’s see how well you’ve learned,” Qi Siyu teased, patting the water. “If you’re not great, I’ll be your teacher again.”

All the unspoken thoughts shimmered clearly in her openly appreciative gaze.

Gu Qing’s lips curved faintly. “Want to race?”

Qi Siyu tilted her head. “I’m pretty good, you know. What’s the prize?”

“The winner can make the loser do one thing.” Gu Qing’s tone was casual.

“Oh ho, sounds fun. Mind if we join in?” A cheerful voice cut in—it was Yan Zili, Ai Hanyan’s friend and a regular on the show. She turned to beckon, “Xiao Yan, hurry up!”

Tch. Qi Siyu was instantly annoyed. Couldn’t they see this was couple-flirting time?

“Sure,” Gu Qing replied mildly.

“Haha, let’s warm up first. Oh, and if one of us turns out to be the undercover and wins, we’d have it easy converting the other three,” Yan Zili added, fishing for information.

“Then let’s set some limits,” Qi Siyu said with a bright smile. She was already plotting how to mess with the two interlopers if she won.

“Fine—let’s agree this has nothing to do with the program mission,” Yan Zili laughed as she stretched.

From the moment they arrived, Ai Hanyan had been unusually quiet, shooting Qi Siyu occasional cold, unsettling looks.

Yan Zili nudged her. “I’ll hold Qi Siyu back. If you lose again, I’m not helping next time.”

Their plan had been to rough Qi Siyu up during the competition—but luck had just delivered them a perfect opportunity.

“Hmph.” Ai Hanyan gave a cold, arrogant snort. Lose? Impossible.

Before joining the entertainment industry, she’d been selected for the provincial swimming team. No wonder she’d picked the swimming complex for her ambush.

The staff eagerly acted as referees. At the sharp blast of a whistle, four splashes rang out in unison.

From their dives and strokes, Qi Siyu and Ai Hanyan were evenly matched.

Qi Siyu had never competed professionally, but her athletic reflexes were exceptional. Years ago, she’d tagged along as her father’s assistant during a swimming documentary shoot and picked up the skill. The hired coach had even wanted to poach her as a champion prospect.

If she didn’t have the skill, she wouldn’t have dared dive in to save someone before.

But to Ai Hanyan, being matched by a non-professional was a deep humiliation.

Jaw tight, she surged ahead, gaining half a body’s length.

Then—misfortune struck. Skipping a proper warm-up came back to bite her: a vicious cramp seized her leg.

Qi Siyu glided past to touch the finish, while Ai Hanyan was dragged out by the lifeguard, her face black with fury.

Yan Zili rushed over, all concern for her friend.

After helping Gu Qing onto the poolside, Qi Siyu strolled over as well. “You okay? If more guests arrive, I’m warning them—warm-ups are important.”

“This sudden cramp means I didn’t win fair and square. Forget the forfeit we agreed on,” she added lightly.

Yan Zili had been about to use the “accident” to nullify the race, but now found herself speechless—she’d lost fair and square.

Ai Hanyan’s expression darkened further. “No need. A loss is a loss.”

At least she had that much sportsmanship.

Qi Siyu accepted it with a smile.

Five minutes later, another guest arrived. Ai Hanyan insisted she’d recovered, so the official glass-bead challenge began.

The moment they reached the floating platform, three Alphas tangled together in a jostling melee.

Qi Siyu broke through, clambered up, and reached the bead—only to find it glued down tight.

Ah, so that’s why they’d been given gloves. Without them, you’d skin your hands trying to pry it off.

She quickly stepped back, deciding to let someone else detach it, then snatch it away.

Ow! A sudden sting lanced her arm. She turned to see Ai Hanyan clawing at her.

Qi Siyu frowned, yielding ground.

When she glanced down, several tiny beads of red welled up on her skin. In the shifting water, they vanished quickly—but their image burned in her mind.

So that’s what the gloves were really for—cover for a sneak attack!

Before she could react, dizziness hit.

Gu Qing, who’d been watching her the whole time, lunged to catch her—but missed. They plunged into the water together.

Qi Siyu sputtered, coughing up a few mouthfuls before jerking upright.

Feeling Gu Qing’s arm locked around her chest, Qi Siyu realized she might have dragged her under. She reached back in haste, fumbling until she got Gu Qing onto her back.

Her hands landed under soft curves, and a brief, guilty thrill flickered through her.

Truly, she thought wryly, lust was a sharp blade poised over her own head—how could she still have the mind for such thoughts at a time like this?