Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 98

The exchange between them was so quick that none of the surrounding guests even realized Qi Siyu had fainted from the sight of blood and then choked herself awake. It wasn’t until the lifeguard came rushing over that everyone turned their heads—only to find Gu Qing clinging to Qi Siyu’s back.

Everyone: ?

Now’s not the time for public displays of affection, right? —that was their first collective thought.

Only then did it register: why was the lifeguard rushing over?

“Miss Qi just suddenly fainted,” the lifeguard explained.

“Just a little blood-induced dizziness, then I choked and woke up,” Qi Siyu said with a smile, though her eyes were shadowed.

“Let’s get you to shore first.” Gu Qing, perched on her back, patted her shoulder.

Fainted from blood? Since when was there blood in here?

The Omega guests instinctively glanced down at themselves—surely it couldn’t be a sudden period mishap?

At least the water immediately around them was clear. They all breathed a little easier.

The doctor arrived quickly to check Qi Siyu over. Aside from a rapid heart rate, there was nothing else seriously wrong.

First Ai Hanyan had cramped up, and now Qi Siyu fainted—the director was practically tearing his hair out. He had the doctor give everyone a quick check-up, then instructed the lifeguards to lead them in some warm-up exercises.

Staff brought over hot drinks and snacks (courtesy of the sponsors) to help everyone recharge.

While gloves were collected and placed on a nearby tray, Qi Siyu quietly swapped her own pair with Ai Hanyan’s.

When the game resumed, Qi Siyu deliberately went last to retrieve hers. Her fingertips brushed the inside of the glove—sure enough, she felt a sharp prick.

Tch. That sly fox Ai Hanyan. Just wait.

The moment they got back in the water, Qi Siyu made no attempt to hide her goal—she went straight for Ai Hanyan.

Unlike Ai Hanyan, who targeted arms, Qi Siyu aimed for bare skin under the water. One grab and she had a hold of Ai Hanyan’s thigh.

Ai Hanyan flinched at the pain but bit back a yelp. Only then did she realize her gloves had been switched.

Not that she could cry foul now—those gloves would never stand up to scrutiny.

From then on, Qi Siyu alternated between pretending to climb onto the float board and blocking Ai Hanyan, scratching at her from different angles.

Watching Ai Hanyan grimace in pain but unable to say a word was immensely satisfying. If the water around them hadn’t started to take on a faint pink tinge, Qi Siyu wouldn’t have stopped.

The supervising director caught a glimpse of Ai Hanyan’s twisted expression and nearly lost it. Why so much drama today?!

Restarting wasn’t an option—they’d just have to salvage what they could in post-production.

When the race ended, the fifth guest took the win and claimed the clue card.

She hesitated, unsure who the mole was, and decided to share with no one.

Gu Qing and Qi Siyu emerged from the pool one after the other. Qi Siyu deliberately lagged behind instead of walking alongside her.

Perhaps her gaze was too intense, because Gu Qing suddenly stopped.

Lost in admiring the sway of Gu Qing’s hips, Qi Siyu didn’t notice in time and bumped right into her.

Caught off guard, Gu Qing felt something soft press against her back. The impact made her stumble forward, but an arm quickly circled her waist and pulled her back—straight into that same soft, yielding chest.

A low sound escaped Qi Siyu’s throat—not pain, but a husky, desire-laced murmur.

“You hurt me. You’ll have to compensate me,” she teased, locking her arms around Gu Qing’s waist and resting her chin on her shoulder now that no one else was nearby.

Their damp, cool hair tangled together, impossible to tell apart.

Qi Siyu tightened her hold, her heat seeping through the thin fabric into Gu Qing’s back, making her heartbeat quicken.

“Alright. What do you want?” Gu Qing’s easy agreement caught her off guard—what did she want?

She was still thinking when Gu Qing slipped out of her arms like a slick fish.

“Take your time thinking. I’m going to shower.” Gu Qing strode away, leaving Qi Siyu staring at her retreating figure.

Heh. She’d rattled her. Only she could make Gu Qing react like that.

When Qi Siyu came out dressed, Ai Hanyan and Yan Zili were just walking in.

Both looked sour, as if mid-argument, but clammed up the moment they saw her.

Qi Siyu cast a deliberately mocking glance at Ai Hanyan’s thigh—no sign of injury, but only Ai Hanyan knew how much it still hurt.

Ai Hanyan’s fists clenched, and the moment Qi Siyu left, she slammed one against a locker.

“Whoa—easy!” Yan Zili jumped at the noise. “If you hurt your hand, you’ll have to come up with an excuse.”

“If it didn’t work this time, there’ll be other chances,” she sighed. “Just destroy whatever she cares about.”

Ai Hanyan stayed silent, face dark.

Before Yan Zili could say more, the director’s voice crackled in her earpiece, warning her to cut the troublemaking.

Yan Zili could only swallow her frustration. They’d schemed plenty, but they were the only ones paying the price.

No choice—she scrapped her next plan.

After filming wrapped for the day, everyone gathered for dinner—several long tables pushed together, hotpot simmering away.

This would be part of the show too—an exclusive VIP segment.

[Host, your bowl of sesame sauce has laxatives in it.] The system’s voice popped up out of nowhere, making Qi Siyu jolt.

[The danger detector I drew—is that part of you?] she asked suspiciously.

[Ahem. I do need energy to use it. Not the same as gathering intel.] And since the energy was already in its possession, it wasn’t worried about her skimping on its “pay.”

[Just this one bowl?]

[Yup.] The system sounded smug. [Recommendation: draw a “Great Teleportation” card and swap the bowls silently.]

Always pushing a sale.

Qi Siyu considered it, then nodded to herself. [Can you split mine half-and-half into Ai Hanyan’s and Yan Zili’s bowls?]

[Of course. You’ll just need two cards.] More profit for it.

Thanks to Gu Qing’s recent efforts, energy had been pouring in like a tide—but all Qi Siyu did was look, never touch. The system was starving with envy.

With two cards drawn, Qi Siyu went on eating as if nothing had happened.

Her acting was decent—neither Ai Hanyan nor Yan Zili noticed, smug in their belief they’d succeeded.

The laxative had a delayed effect. Around 1–2 a.m., when sleep was deepest, their stomachs would start gurgling, forcing them to the toilet.

Just imagining it was satisfying.

To make sure Qi Siyu ate more of the sauce, Yan Zili even sat opposite her, cheerfully piling her bowl with food. Qi Siyu returned the favor generously.

Gu Qing, however, watched her slide meat into Yan Zili’s bowl with a faint, unreadable look.

Qi Siyu felt a chill at the back of her neck. When she set the serving chopsticks down and glanced over, Gu Qing was still watching her.

Qi Siyu: !

She hurriedly pulled out her phone under the table and typed, She put laxatives in my bowl, so I swapped them. Just making sure she eats more of it.

Gu Qing’s gaze swept over Yan Zili and Ai Hanyan before she replied with a single, calm: Mm.

Dinner ended, and everyone went their separate ways.

Yan Zili and Ai Hanyan, celebrating what they thought was success, bought some alcohol and drank together at Yan Zili’s place.

By midnight, both were drunk and fast asleep—until gut cramps woke them, and they nearly fought over the toilet.

The next morning reeked so badly that, if their stomachs hadn’t been empty, they could’ve vomited again.

They were forced to wash up in the bedroom ensuite while hiring cleaners for the shared bathroom.

A paparazzo hired by Gu Qing caught sight of the huge bag of trash being carried out and lit up with excitement.

That very day, gossip accounts exploded with posts about Ai Hanyan and Yan Zili’s “messy private lives,” leaving both furious.

No matter how they thought about it, they couldn’t figure out when they’d been set up.

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Since the restaurant was closer to Lichun Garden, Qi Siyu and Gu Qing went straight home afterward.

After a day of running around, both mentally and physically exhausted, Gu Xiaoling had prepared bath bombs for them to relax.

At first, Qi Siyu behaved in the double massage tub, letting the warm current hit the right acupoints to ease her fatigue.

But once her body relaxed, her mind began to wander.

From sneaking sidelong glances at Gu Qing to openly staring took less than twenty minutes.

Steam had turned Gu Qing’s skin a soft pink, the rose-tinted bubbles clinging to her shoulders creating an intimate haze.

Quietly, Qi Siyu reached over along Gu Qing’s arm, brushing away the bubbles—only to smear them onto her neck, shaping them into a frothy necklace.

She chuckled. “Kind of cute, actually.”

Gu Qing opened her eyes and glanced down. The foam had migrated from her chest to her neck, and through the clear water, the curves beneath were visible—rising and falling.

Busted, Qi Siyu only grinned, wiggling her fingers. “Want Master Qi to give you a massage?”

“I’ll massage you,” Gu Qing said evenly. “Consider it my prize for losing today.”

“Huh…” Qi Siyu thought it over. No problem with that. “Just don’t tire yourself out.”

They didn’t have to return to the set until the afternoon tomorrow anyway.

“Move forward a bit.” Gu Qing patted her shoulder.

Qi Siyu shifted, back parting from the tub wall, only for that space to be filled by Gu Qing’s warm body.

The hard porcelain behind her was replaced by soft skin, making her oddly restless.

Gu Qing’s hands worked over her shoulders, the touch gentle—less like massage, more like teasing.

The ticklish sensation started at her shoulders and spread through her whole body.

With a sudden splash, Qi Siyu stood up, turning to face her.

“How about I give you a massage instead?”