Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 13

As the curtains were pulled open, sunlight streamed unfiltered across Qi Siyu’s face.

The bright light stirred her—her eyeballs twitched beneath closed lids, as if she were about to wake at any moment.

“Who’s there?” she blurted out the moment she felt someone trying to pry her fingers apart—separating her hand from Gu Qing’s. Qi Siyu shot upright, instantly awake.

When she realized the beds weren’t even close to each other, she froze in confusion.

A closer look revealed Gu Xiaoling standing between the two beds, bent over, trying to pry their hands apart.

Seeing her awake, Gu Xiaoling straightened, one hand on her hip, glaring furiously. “Let go, you perv!”

Qi Siyu: …

Getting accused of being a pervert the second she opened her eyes—what a way to start the day.

She looked pitifully toward Gu Qing. It had been several days, and all she’d done was hold her hand!

There were no improper intentions!

Gu Qing found it a bit funny. Qi Siyu must still be groggy—why else would she be looking at her like that?

From the cold glint of mockery in Gu Qing’s eyes, Qi Siyu suddenly felt her bl00d run cold. How could she have forgotten yesterday’s incident?

“Ahem… The doctor told me to maintain physical contact with Gu Qing,” she said, trying to justify herself. “It helps soothe an Omega’s condition.”

She even cast a righteous look at Gu Xiaoling, silently accusing her of misunderstanding her noble intentions.

Gu Xiaoling: …

“I’m going to ask the doctor.”

Qi Siyu smiled confidently. The doctor called her President Qi, didn’t they? Clearly, he’d be on her side.

Gu Xiaoling stormed out, full of righteous indignation—only to come back a while later, shoulders slumped. Though still annoyed by the sight of their clasped hands, she didn’t try to separate them again.

Qi Siyu smugly hummed to herself. Nice try, rookie. You’re still too green to take me on!

But then she caught Gu Qing’s amused, half-smiling gaze and instantly deflated.

Why did she feel like Gu Qing knew she was bluffing—but was letting her get away with it? Then again, that didn’t make sense. The whole thing just felt… weird.

Gu Qing had long since noticed Qi Siyu’s habit of always holding her hand—always at exact intervals, right on the hour.

She didn’t understand Qi Siyu’s purpose, so she let it play out. It felt like there was some secret behind it.

If Qi Siyu knew what she was thinking, she’d probably break into a cold sweat and admire Gu Qing’s terrifying intuition.

All she could imagine was that Gu Qing thought she had some kind of hand-holding fetish.

Now that she had a medical excuse, Qi Siyu stuck to Gu Qing like glue, holding her hand openly and “righteously” while secretly racking up her lottery points. She’d earned eight entries last night—maybe she could hit twenty today.

And she was still waiting for that, uh, temporary marking.

Qi Siyu didn’t dare bring it up herself.

So she waited and waited… until Gu Qing’s body once again began to emit pheromones uncontrollably—a sign of imminent heat.

Qi Siyu rushed into the bathroom and stood before the mirror, trying to see the gland at the back of her neck.

It looked about the same as Gu Qing’s—a small, raised bump.

She felt around and carefully inserted the built-in needle from the repair serum tube into her gland.

Aaaaah—pain. So much pain.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she injected the repair serum.

Just thinking about how much more delicate an Omega’s gland was—and how Gu Qing endured being bitten every day without complaint—gave Qi Siyu the strength to push through.

She couldn’t be weaker than Gu Qing!

Once she finished the injection, she tucked the empty tube back into her system inventory and leaned heavily on the sink, gasping for air.

So. Freaking. Painful.

Once she’d recovered, she walked out of the bathroom.

Gu Xiaoling was no longer in the room—only Gu Qing remained, waiting to be marked again.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Qing asked. She had been watching Qi Siyu the whole time, and her unwavering gaze made Qi Siyu blink in confusion.

She hadn’t realized how red her eyes were.

“Nothing,” Gu Qing replied, averting her gaze with a faint smirk. This girl’s antics are getting out of hand—now she’s adding fake tears to the act?

“Oh, okay…” Qi Siyu accepted that answer without question. Their relationship wasn’t at a stage where they could pry into each other’s thoughts.

Even though their bodies were sometimes this close—like now, as Qi Siyu held Gu Qing in her arms—their hearts still hadn’t caught up.

She brushed aside the thick black hair at Gu Qing’s neck, revealing her pale skin. Qi Siyu gulped.

Was it just her imagination, or did Gu Qing’s gland look redder and fuller than yesterday? Like a ripe peach, oozing fragrance and sweetness—just waiting to be plucked.

Qi Siyu felt dizzy, like she was floating.

Yesterday it had only smelled like rich chocolate. Why did today’s scent have an overpowering wine aroma? Can pheromones even change like that?

Wine, when consumed too quickly, leaves a fiery burn in the throat. Inhaling too much of this red wine–scented pheromone left the same hot, tingling sensation, like a fire trapped inside her body with nowhere to escape.

Her instincts urged her to bite down hard on that tempting peach—but her actions remained careful and gentle, as always.

Gu Qing kept her eyes closed, desire surging violently through her body—worse than yesterday, more intense, more unbearable. She was struggling to endure it.

“Hurry up,” she urged, gripping the bedsheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The moment she was urged, Qi Siyu panicked—losing her rhythm, she fumbled as she bit into the gland and instinctively injected her pheromones.

Unconsciously, her arms wrapped around Gu Qing, holding her tight, as if she wanted to melt into her.

With the pheromones flooding in like a tidal wave, a sharp, tingling heat surged through Gu Qing’s body. She couldn’t help but bite her lip.

Why does it feel… different this time?

Once the temporary marking was complete, Qi Siyu held the now fully enveloped Gu Qing close, feeling an indescribable satisfaction.

“Let go,” Gu Qing said, her voice slightly hoarse and sticky, unable to ignore the soft warmth pressing against her back.

Even though her body clung to the feeling, she still told Qi Siyu to release her.

Qi Siyu was still in a daze, but she obeyed immediately. “Okay.” She hadn’t realized how husky her voice had become—heavy with desire.

But her pheromones remained, stubbornly wrapped around Gu Qing, refusing to part.

And Gu Qing still felt like she was being held, even after the arms had left.

The atmosphere was abruptly broken by the sound of Gu Xiaoling opening the door. “Sister Gu, your face is so red! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Gu Qing’s expression gave nothing away, but deep down she thought:

This daily temporary marking routine… might actually be dangerous.