Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha of the Yandere Film Empress - Chapter 46
Chapter 46
Su Jia was about to film the final water scene in Double Double.
Before she entered the water, the director personally came over to check on her condition.
Other than the first day when she had some difficulty getting into character, everything had gone smoothly these past two days. She especially nailed the expressions of the “disabled wife’s” disappointment several times — the director had praised her multiple times for her performance.
This changed his perception of Su Jia. Appreciating her talent, he began to pay more attention to her.
“You have an innate aura for acting. I really believe in you. Don’t look down on this short video project. I truly believe this will help you on your acting journey. Take it seriously—don’t waste this opportunity.”
Compared to his earlier impatience, the director now seemed more like a mentor cherishing a rare gem.
Su Jia nodded. “I understand. Thank you, Director.”
The director gave a final reminder: “Remember, your character will always carry a love for the female lead, but also a permanent scar.”
He returned to the monitor.
Su Jia stood still, oddly touched by his words.
That day’s shoot went very smoothly — almost every take passed on the first try. After the water scene, Su Jia and the actress playing the female lead, Loli, emerged from the pool. Assistants rushed to Loli with towels and hot water, while someone from the crew casually handed Su Jia a towel.
Loli glanced at Su Jia. “Get Jia Jia a cup too.”
Su Jia wiped her neck, looked up, and said, “Thanks.”
Loli smiled. “No problem. But didn’t your company assign you an assistant?”
Su Jia shook her head. “I can manage on my own.”
Loli nodded, took a sip of hot water, then noticed everyone nearby was staring at Su Jia.
Although they were in costume, the director favored bold designs. Su Jia’s semi-transparent red chiffon robe clung to her fair skin, beneath which was a moon-white, strapless dress with a cinched waist. Her wet hair dripped with water. With her foxlike, striking features… Even Loli had felt threatened the first time she saw her.
Loli’s smile slightly faltered. “They went through the trouble to get you in but didn’t assign an assistant?”
Seemingly innocent, but the implication was clear — Su Jia wasn’t here based on merit, but thanks to backdoor connections.
Just then, one of Loli’s assistants handed Su Jia a hot drink. Su Jia glanced at it but didn’t take it. Her gaze lingered on Loli’s face as she said gently, “Let Loli drink more. Take care of your throat.”
She had no interest in getting tangled up with this green tea* girl — her shallow theatrics were obvious from the first glance.
Right after, the once-quiet set suddenly became lively.
Su Jia looked up. Five or six people in suits entered, carrying insulated containers. Leading them was a familiar face.
The woman saw Su Jia, nodded, and then walked over to the director.
“Who’s that, Loli-jie? Another one of your admirers sending you support snacks?”
Loli hugged her arms and tilted her chin slightly. The woman wore a neat white blouse and black skirt — unfamiliar, but elegant. Her conversation with the director looked anything but casual.
Loli’s heart skipped a beat. She smiled. “Probably not.”
Soon, the woman finished speaking with the director and came straight toward them, followed by a younger girl.
Loli stepped forward, but the woman walked right up to Su Jia.
“Miss Su, this is from President Song.”
Xiang Ying handed her a thermal mug. After Su Jia accepted it, she turned to the young girl and said with a professional smile, “This is Xiao Nuo. President Song has arranged for her to be your assistant from now on.”
Xiao Nuo greeted politely, “Hello, Sister Jia. Please let me know if you need anything.”
Su Jia put the towel down, pursed her lips slightly, and nodded without speaking.
Song Yanrong always appeared at the perfect time. Truthfully, she didn’t need an assistant. Even rising from cold water without anyone checking on her didn’t bother her.
She had long since grown used to coldness from others, and handling everything herself.
But at that moment, it was impossible not to feel a burst of warmth and happiness.
Su Jia froze slightly. So she could still feel this? She thought she had lost that capacity long ago.
Ignoring the envious, suspicious gazes around her, she returned to her seat and called Song Yanrong.
He answered ten seconds later.
“Hello?”
Su Jia: “Are you busy?”
Song Yanrong’s voice was calm: “In a meeting. Did you see Xiang Ying?”
Su Jia replied, “She just left.”
“She brought the assistant too. Try her out. If she’s not good, we’ll get someone else. I’ve met her—she’s diligent and honest.”
“If you say so, then she must be good.” Su Jia glanced down as a droplet of water fell from her hair onto her hand. Her voice softened. “Song Yanrong, I miss you.”
There was a pause. Then he said quietly, “See you tonight.”
“See you tonight.”
…
By the time filming wrapped, it was past 5 PM. Su Jia and Xiao Nuo packed up in the dressing room and headed out. As they passed the adjacent room, they overheard a conversation.
It wasn’t clear if the door was left open by accident or intentionally.
“There are so many people being kept in this industry. It’s easy — sell your body and you get money, resources, everything.”
“Loli-jie, you’re really one of the few clean ones left in this business.”
“I don’t stoop to that level.”
“Of course not. Not like some people… snag a President Song or President Wang and suddenly have it all.”
There was no mistaking who they meant.
Xiao Nuo’s face darkened and she anxiously glanced at Su Jia. But Su Jia remained expressionless, seemingly not angry at all. Xiao Nuo relaxed slightly — she’d heard from Xiang Ying that President Song had a terrible temper. If he found out someone said that about Su Jia, Loli’s career would probably be over.
Luckily, Su Jia was gentle and not easily angered.
The voices continued: “Usually it’s some old hag or old man. Imagine trying to eat dinner with someone like that across from you — could you even keep the food down?”
Loli chuckled. “Who cares. Old or ugly, it’s all consensual anyway… Alright, I’m going to the bathroom.”
That last sentence was when Su Jia’s expression finally changed.
She pulled Xiao Nuo back into the dressing room and waited until Loli’s heels clicked away down the hall.
Xiao Nuo tried to comfort her: “Sister Jia, don’t be mad. I already had someone look into Loli’s background — she’s probably not that clean herself.”
Su Jia turned her head. “Who did you ask?”
“President Song said we could use YR Company’s cybersecurity team as we like. We can also go through Secretary Xiang.”
Song Yanrong’s arrangements were thorough — covering even the things she hadn’t thought of.
All those bitter, stormy feelings she had earlier melted in a wave of warmth.
After a few seconds, she exhaled gently. “Wait here.”
Xiao Nuo: “Sister Jia, where are you going?”
“The restroom.”
…
Most of the crew had left, and main cast members had separate bathrooms. The area was nearly deserted.
Loli had just exited when she saw Su Jia washing her hands.
Slightly surprised, she smiled. “Jia Jia, you haven’t left yet?”
Su Jia didn’t answer. Loli’s face darkened slightly as she walked to the sink — only to notice the basin was full of water. What was she doing?
As she reached for another sink, she suddenly felt a sharp pain at her scalp.
Su Jia yanked her hair and slammed her head into the water.
Loli screamed and thrashed as water splashed across the mirror and Su Jia’s clothes.
But Su Jia’s expression didn’t change. Coldly, she said, “She’s not old, and she’s not ugly. Don’t talk nonsense again. Got it?”
She pressed harder.
Suddenly the door burst open.
Su Jia didn’t look — she glanced at the mirror instead and met Xiao Nuo’s horrified eyes.
“Sister Jia…”
Xiao Nuo reacted quickly, rushing in to lock the door behind her. She saw that Su Jia still hadn’t let go and panicked — this was getting dangerous.
“Sister Jia, please… let go. This isn’t the way…”
She had just come to check in case Loli bullied Su Jia in the restroom. She never expected—
Su Jia finally dropped her hand.
Loli collapsed, gasping and coughing on the floor, her face first pale then flushed. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable. She had completely lost her composure.
She really thought she was going to die.
This woman was insane!
Su Jia took tissues from Xiao Nuo and dried her hands. She smiled slightly at Loli: “Get back at me however you want. But remember what I said.”
Xiao Nuo followed Su Jia out, stunned.
She wanted to take back her earlier words.
Maybe Sister Jia didn’t have such a gentle temper. That… could’ve ended in a death.
Trembling, Xiao Nuo gradually discovered that Su Jia wasn’t really hot-tempered — she just didn’t react easily.
Su Jia was excellent at holding things in. But when she struck back, it was with devastating finality.
The only things that could make her instantly explode were deep personal betrayals — or anything involving Song Yanrong.
Only in front of him did she drop her defenses and soften.
Like that evening.
Su Jia and Xiao Nuo left the set. Because of what happened earlier, Xiao Nuo didn’t dare speak much. Su Jia seemed distant too.
It was a gray dusk — autumn nearing.
A Porsche blinked its hazard lights across the street.
Xiao Nuo looked up and saw a cool, beautiful woman rolling down the back window and waving.
She followed Su Jia across.
Su Jia got in the back as the driver opened the door for her.
Then Xiao Nuo heard a soft, sweet voice: “So tired…”
She dared peek through the rearview mirror. The fierce, cold woman who nearly drowned someone earlier was now snuggling into another woman’s arms like a kitten.
The woman stroked her head and said gently, “Good girl. You’ve worked hard.”