Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Alpha in a Scum Alpha Novel (GL) - Chapter 16

After realizing that Liu Yuanti was merely a background character in the original work, with even fewer appearances than the original owner, Fu Suihan lost interest in him.

During the rest of the meal, only Qi Yuan spoke, mentioning either an unknown artist being abandoned by their sponsor or how a certain celebrity was heavily criticized for playing an unsuitable role.

Liu Yuanti didn’t chime in this time. Halfway through the meal, he apologized and left, not forgetting to bow to Song Shixue before closing the private room door.

Song Shixue, however, was already feeling drowsy and didn’t even have the energy to look at him, her eyes lazily drooping.

Liu Yuanti arrived suddenly and left in a hurry. The atmosphere at the table improved again. Qi Yuan had drunk a bit too much, and while discussing future prospects, she didn’t forget to curse “For the Emperor” a few times. The others dared not respond, the only one replying to her was Fu Suihan.

This made Qi Yuan feel good about her. She said smugly, “Don’t worry, since you’re so obedient, I’ll definitely scold you less during NGs—”

Fu Suihan didn’t understand her meaning at the table and just agreed. It wasn’t until she returned to the hotel and casually searched online that she discovered Qi Yuan had once publicly scolded a male Alpha to tears on set. An Omega scolding an Alpha to tears was already scandalous, and with that artist’s popularity at the time, it quickly spread widely.

Qi Yuan also found that such a reputation made it easier to direct artists. From then on, her persona remained consistent, and she produced an average of ten “scolding artists to tears” topics annually. However, how many of these were for promoting the series was only known by the crew.

Fu Suihan contemplated her future for half a minute, choosing to give up resisting. After all, she was already on the pirate ship. To avoid being scolded, she could only work harder. For this, while diligently studying the performances of actors in Qi Yuan’s past works, she also borrowed scripts from Song Shixue to study the screenwriter’s preferences.

On the fourth day of arriving in Yan City, she officially received the contract for “For the Emperor.”

New actors mostly got a package deal for the entire series, and even if they were paid per episode, the price wouldn’t be very high. Fu Suihan wasn’t particularly interested in money, but she unconsciously looked at Song Shixue, surprised by the full amount—

If it weren’t for her intervention, she wouldn’t have gotten this figure.

Song Shixue, however, seemed to have misunderstood her meaning: “Too low?”

Fu Suihan, afraid she would add more money, quickly shook her head. Song Shixue, still flipping through a book, casually said, “There’s nothing we can do if it is. You’re a newcomer; this is the highest price we could negotiate.”

“If you think it’s too much…” Song Shixue paused and said, “Remember that letter?”

Through a few exchanges, Fu Suihan understood her intention—no matter how much her compensation was, it wouldn’t be more than the money in Song Shixue’s card.

Immediately, she signed without any burden.

Qi Yuan listened, completely bewildered, but she also knew this was their secret, and asking further would only be annoying. After confirming everything, she handed the official contract to Fu Suihan.

Most crews provide actors with a complete script after signing the contract, or at least half of it.

What Fu Suihan received now, however, had even fewer pages than what she had before the audition.

This time, she didn’t have to ask; Qi Yuan proactively explained: “The casting isn’t finished yet, and the screenwriter is afraid of offending people, so they’re planning to write as we film.”

“But don’t worry, you won’t have fewer scenes,” she said, winking at Fu Suihan. “Filming starts in a few days. Study hard; I believe in you.”

Fu Suihan: “…”

Just as she was about to respond, “I don’t believe in myself,” Song Shixue’s light voice came from beside her: “I believe in you too.”

A moment later, Fu Suihan touched her nose and replied uncomfortably: “Mm.”

“…I’ll try my best,” she said.

For the next two days, many artists checked into the hotel. Most of the prominent ones were veteran actors making cameo appearances. Among the younger actors, the truly famous one was Fu Suihan, who had been on trending searches multiple times.

Fu Suihan was momentarily unsure how to face such an honor.

Two days before official filming began, Qi Yuan decided to hold a script discussion meeting for the crew.

Fu Suihan’s appearance caused quite a stir. Most artists recognized her, but they all took her for a crazy person causing trouble. It wasn’t until they saw Song Shixue beside her that the commotion was extinguished as if by cold water.

Qi Yuan timely reminded them, “The contract has a confidentiality clause. Mind your mouths.”

For a moment, the room was filled with awkward laughter.

Called a discussion meeting, it was nothing more than expressing one’s understanding of the role they were playing. Everyone wanted to be noticed by the famous director and screenwriter, to become famous overnight, and they rambled on, almost shedding tears to show their loyalty.

However, a small portion of them weren’t focused on acting, just like Lu Rong, the artist playing the third female lead, who was focused on asking for Song Shixue’s contact information. Song Shixue ignored her, so she asked about her character.

When she asked the question, the recording pen in her hand also started working. Lu Rong had a good plan; whether Song Shixue answered or not, once the audio was released after filming wrapped, it would generate buzz.

Unexpectedly, before Song Shixue could speak, Fu Suihan cast a glance: “Are those your only questions?”

Lu Rong was startled: “I’m asking Movie Queen Song.”

Fu Suihan repeated herself, and the others lowered their discussion volume, looking over seemingly unintentionally.

Lu Rong cursed her internally for being nosy. Just as she was about to find an excuse to scold her, Fu Suihan’s expression was calm, and she answered each of her tricky and nonsensical questions.

Not a single one missed, not a single word wrong.

This time, it was the screenwriter, who had been openly slacking off since the seminar began, who was surprised: “Not a single mistake. Isn’t this Ming Jue’s part? How do you know it so clearly?”

The plot was public, but the script was private. Even close friends in the industry filming the same project wouldn’t share scripts, let alone with Song Shixue, who was known for being an unapproachable high-flier.

If so, how would Fu Suihan know?

Lu Rong was about to seize the opportunity to accuse Fu Suihan of peeking at the script, but Song Shixue calmly spoke: “I showed it to her, to help her research the role.”

“What?” Seeing everyone instantly look at her, she retorted, “Does the contract say it’s not allowed?”

Of course, no one said “no.”

But most people’s hearts were churning, finally taking Fu Suihan seriously—

To be able to make Song Shixue so willingly kind to her in such a short time was also a skill.

Fu Suihan ignored everyone’s gazes and only said to Lu Rong, “I’ve answered Miss Lu’s questions, and now I ask Miss Lu to answer me one thing.”

Lu Rong, already bewildered by the sudden turn of events, instinctively said, “What?”

Fu Suihan’s eyes were calm, her voice showed no emotion, but what she said made Lu Rong feel immense pressure—

“What’s in your hand?”

Lu Rong’s fingers instinctively lost their grip, and with a light thud, the recording pen fell to the ground, exposed to everyone’s eyes.

••••

No one cared about Lu Rong’s explanation. Since filming hadn’t started yet, the contract termination process was quick. Shortly after the symposium ended, the termination notice was sent to the group chat named “For the Emperor Family (No Spreading Records).”

The moon was sparse with stars. In the back seat of the nanny van, Fu Suihan stared at her constantly vibrating phone. The screen showed messages full of “Received,” and she deeply regretted not refusing Qi Yuan’s suggestion to add her to the group.

She didn’t care about gossip, so she set the group chat to do not disturb and returned to the main page. Her usually empty contact list suddenly had over ten new friend requests, all from artists who had applied to add her through the group chat.

Fu Suihan: “…”

The white light illuminated her face. After a while, even Song Shixue noticed something strange. She leaned closer and looked at Fu Suihan’s screen from over her shoulder: “Why don’t you accept?”

Fu Suihan’s back stiffened. She looked down at Song Shixue.

The two were close again. The lights were dim, and from her angle, Song Shixue seemed to have shed all her sharpness, appearing exceptionally gentle, even her lips softened by the glow.

Steadying herself, she averted her gaze, her voice dry: “No real need.”

“It doesn’t hurt to make more friends,” Song Shixue said.

Fu Suihan agreed verbally but still made no move to accept. After a few seconds, she said without any particular reason, “There’s no need.”

Song Shixue didn’t respond again. In the silence, their mutual understanding provided the answer.

No one else would unconditionally offer Fu Suihan benefits and help like Song Shixue did.

So, there was no need to know anyone else.

Song Shixue’s faint breath fanned Fu Suihan’s neck. Fu Suihan’s shoulders slightly hunched. Just as she was finding it unbearable and about to ask, the woman’s gentle reminder sounded in her ear again.

“You don’t need to add others, but you still need to add Qi Yuan.”

Saying this, she even shook her phone, showing Fu Suihan Qi Yuan’s insistent chat history.

Fu Suihan glanced over. Qi Yuan had sent several voice messages, and Song Shixue had only replied with “1,” indicating receipt, showing none of the patience she had when replying to Fu Suihan herself.

Fu Suihan: “…Oh.”

After the vehicle stopped in the garage, the elevator ascended to the twelfth floor.

Hotel rooms were arranged according to ranking. Fu Suihan should have been in a standard single room, but Song Shixue paid out of pocket for her to stay in a luxurious suite on the same floor. Just like at Song Shixue’s manor, their rooms were only about ten meters apart.

Shang Ming dutifully swiped the room card for Song Shixue. The usual farewell routine would end with just a few polite greetings. Today, however, Fu Suihan lingered for a few seconds longer before saying, “I’ve thought about it carefully, and it really isn’t bad to make more friends.”

Song Shixue’s gaze fell on Fu Suihan’s eyes and brows like ice. Seeing her eyelashes flutter, as if she was extremely nervous, she then curved her lips and said, “Is that all? I thought you felt the room was too big, were scared to stay alone, and wanted to be with me.”

Fu Suihan, who could only process the word “scared” at first: ?

She subconsciously wanted to refute that she wouldn’t be scared, but as the words reached her lips, she finally understood the implied intimacy of the entire sentence.

Heat quickly rose from her neck to her earlobes. The next second, Fu Suihan turned her back to Song Shixue.

Footsteps sounded. Fu Suihan ignored her slightly trembling hand as she swiped the room card, and only before the door closed did she say to Song Shixue, “Good night.”

Song Shixue, however, seemed intrigued: “I didn’t hear you clearly.”

The half-closed door froze midway. Fu Suihan gripped the doorknob, and after doing her best to calm herself, she replied again, “Good night—”

This time, without giving Song Shixue a chance to say “no,” the door closed heavily.

Seconds later, Song Shixue mused, “Being too easily embarrassed isn’t a good thing either.”

Shang Ming, who heard everything clearly beside her: “…………”

She silently glanced at her employer’s ears, which were redder than the female Alpha’s, and decided to lower her presence, becoming a good assistant for whom silence was golden.!