Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 1

【Warning! You are more than 1,000 meters away from the female lead. Level 1 electric shock punishment initiated.】

The moment the mechanical voice echoed in her mind, Qi Siyu—who had just stepped out of the hospital—felt a jolt seize her entire body. Her legs gave out with a spasm, and she collapsed to the ground.

“Damn… that hurts.”

The midsummer pavement was scorching hot, but she didn’t have time to worry about the pain. Qi Siyu scrambled to her feet, turned around without hesitation, and retraced her steps back toward the hospital.

Her mind was racing as she tried to communicate with the voice in her head, eager to figure out what the hell was going on.

【Who are you? Where am I? And who’s this ‘female lead’ you’re talking about?】

Qi Siyu was utterly confused. One moment, she had been working late into the night, pulling an all-nighter with the scriptwriter—and the next, she had apparently opened her eyes inside a hospital.

Thrown into an unfamiliar world with no warning, her first instinct had been to leave the hospital to get her bearings… and then came the voice—and the fall.

【Hello, host. I am your Lottery System—“Tie-Tie” version. Welcome to the world of The Real Heiress Just Wants Her Career. The female lead is your wife: Gu Qing.】

…What the actual hell?

Qi Siyu stood frozen outside the hospital room where she had first woken up, her eyes filled with disbelief and a touch of daze.

She knew this novel—The Real Heiress Just Wants Her Career—very well.

In fact, in the real world, she was a film director. She had just bought the rights to this web novel and had been preparing to adapt it into a web drama.

She’d been pulling all-nighters with the scriptwriter to develop the screenplay.

So yes—Qi Siyu was intimately familiar with the plot. When she heard the system speak, she nearly had a heart attack.

The female lead, Gu Qing, was a classically trained actress. Her story began in utter tragedy but ended with a triple crown in film acting. A classic tale of rising from the ashes.

And the reason for that tragic start? Her malicious wife—the villain of the story, named…

Qi Siyu.

That’s right. The villain shared her exact name. She’d thought it was funny when she first noticed the coincidence—now, it wasn’t so funny anymore.

Instinctively, Qi Siyu patted herself down, checking for anything… extra. This was an ABO novel, after all. She had transmigrated into an Alpha—one capable of impregnating Omegas.

Once she was sure everything was in place, she quickly fired off three questions:

【Why am I here? What was that electric shock just now? And how do I get back?】

【Please remain calm, host. You’re dead. Yes—died from overwork. The shock was due to a minor error—low energy levels. You can’t be too far from the female lead. As for returning to your world, you just need to help me gather enough energy to stabilize this world. Once that’s done, you’ll get another chance at life.】

Qi Siyu froze.

She… died?

According to this system, she had overworked herself to death in the real world. But she could be revived—if she completed a mission to gather energy.

Sensing her rising panic, the system elaborated:

【Don’t worry, host. There are no forced missions here. Just stay close enough to the female lead. That alone helps me collect energy and earns you lottery draws.

As a new director, you probably want guidance from world-class filmmakers, top-tier equipment, brilliant scripts, even AI trainers for actors… they’re all in the prize pool.】

The moment Qi Siyu heard “world-class directing experience” and “top-tier equipment,” she couldn’t help swallowing hard.

Then she saw what else was in the prize pool: limb-regeneration medicine, facial reconstruction serum, high-grade inhibitors, gland-repair solution, acting-boosting courses—all rewards that could help the female lead.

That finally calmed her down a bit.

She wasn’t being greedy—it’s just that the original body she now inhabited had done way too much damage.

The original Qi Siyu was an irredeemable scumbag.

She’d gotten Gu Qing to marry her using despicable tactics—stalking, blackmail, and even hidden cameras.

And that was just the start.

After failing to secure a permanent mark on Gu Qing, she flew into a rage. Determined to destroy her, she tried to crush her career, break her pride, and reduce her to a pretty caged bird with clipped wings.

As the actual controlling shareholder of Gu Qing’s talent agency, the original Qi Siyu had her manager betray her, slandering Gu Qing with scandal after scandal: abandoning her parents after fame, dropping out of school, diva behavior, bullying juniors. She even tampered with Gu Qing’s car, which caused a devastating crash.

Gu Qing’s leg was shattered. Her face disfigured. And worst of all—she had to take full responsibility for the accident.

But Qi Siyu didn’t stop there. While Gu Qing was still unconscious, she and the manager signed her up for trashy reality shows and garbage web dramas—fully intending to ruin her reputation too.

For a long time, Gu Qing suffered both physical pain and relentless cyberbullying, all while being exploited.

If it weren’t for her incredible strength of will, she wouldn’t have made it through—much less lived long enough to be recognized by her wealthy birth family.

Of course, the face-slap revenge arc later on was deeply satisfying.

The original Qi Siyu lost everything, fell into destitution, fought stray dogs for food… and was ultimately torn apart by her.

So when Qi Siyu saw that the prize pool had items Gu Qing desperately needed, it finally made sense.

Those rewards would help her repair the relationship, stay physically close, and earn more lottery draws.

The closer she stayed, the sooner she could complete her mission and get out.

Qi Siyu gathered her thoughts and asked the most urgent question:

【How do I earn lottery chances, exactly?】

【Simple—by getting close and physical with the female lead. You earn lottery chances; I get energy. Win-win.】

Qi Siyu glanced at the system’s task list—and felt her scalp tingle.

• Hold hands with the female lead for one hour → one lottery chance.

• Hug the female lead for 30 minutes → one lottery chance.

• Kiss the female lead for 5 minutes → one lottery chance.

• Temporary mark → one lottery chance.

• Sleep with her…

Stop. She forced her eyes away. That was not Jinjiang-safe anymore.

So much for “easy” draws.

Even the simplest one required an uninterrupted hour of hand-holding. If interrupted, the timer reset to zero.

Wait a minute—

Qi Siyu glanced at the hospital room door—it was slightly ajar.

Wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?

According to the plot, the car crash had just happened. Gu Qing was inside, still unconscious from her injuries. Leg broken, face disfigured—not likely to wake up soon.

Qi Siyu’s resolve hardened.

As Gu Qing’s wife, it made total sense to sit at her bedside and hold her hand.

One hour for one lottery chance. If she stayed until Gu Qing woke up…

Qi Siyu marched into the room, sat at the bedside, and firmly held Gu Qing’s hand.

“Not bad,” she thought. “This might be easier than expected.”

As she monitored the time and studied the prize pool, fifty minutes slipped by.

Then fifty-eight.

Qi Siyu was jittery with excitement. She’d never done something like this before. Just one more minute!

And then—Gu Qing’s hand moved.

When Gu Qing opened her eyes, she saw Qi Siyu sitting beside her, head lowered, phone in one hand… and the other hand clasping hers—even idly stroking her fingers.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand away but had no strength. All she could manage was a faint twitch.

Qi Siyu noticed and stiffly looked up.

The two locked eyes in silence.

There was no denying it—Gu Qing was beautiful beyond words. The author had poured paragraphs of poetic prose into her appearance.

Jet-black hair, skin like porcelain, delicate features, eyes like mist over a moonlit lake—ethereal and distant.

She looked untouchable, like a star you could admire but never reach.

Even with half her face wrapped in bandages, she still radiated grace and allure.

Qi Siyu might’ve been terrified of the original character’s ending, but staring at that face—it was impossible to feel anything negative.

Especially since, as a director, Gu Qing was exactly the kind of actress she admired.

“Let go,” Gu Qing said hoarsely. Her throat had been injured in the crash, but her tone was calm and emotionless.

In the novel, people said Gu Qing used up all her emotions on screen—so she lived the rest of her life with a cold, unshakable composure.

Even now, facing someone she hated, there was barely a ripple in her gaze.

Qi Siyu, however, tossed her phone aside, held her hand with both of hers, and looked utterly overwhelmed with joy.

“A’Qing, thank god. You’re okay. That’s all that matters!”

Despite her acting background, Gu Qing couldn’t detect a trace of performance on Qi Siyu’s face. Honestly, it was a waste she wasn’t in front of the camera.

Back then, she’d fallen for this polished, gentle façade. But after rejection, it had turned into something cold, selfish, ruthless, and cruel.

Truly disgusting.

Now she was putting on this act again—who did she think she was fooling?

Gu Qing gave up trying to pull away and simply closed her eyes coldly. Let her act as long as she wanted—it had nothing to do with her.

Qi Siyu, however, was still grinning. She didn’t care about the cold shoulder. She had no intention of letting go.

Just one minute left. Almost there.

And even if someone came at her with a chainsaw, their hands would not be parted.

Welded together, dammit.