Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 20

“Gu Qing—Sister Gu, you decide!”

Qi Siyu and Gu Xiaoling shouted in unison, both fired up and ready for battle.

Gu Qing shot them a calm glance.

Immediately, both fell silent.

Qi Siyu scrambled to explain, “I’m only sharing a room with Gu Qing so I can provide her with pheromones at any time. She needs my soothing.”

Gu Xiaoling huffed angrily. “Then we should all sleep in the same room!”

“No need. You’ll sleep in your own room,” Gu Qing said coolly.

She still wanted to observe Qi Siyu a bit longer. With Xiaoling around, Qi Siyu wouldn’t be able to secretly administer any more treatment.

Gu Qing also didn’t want Xiaoling getting too involved or learning too much.

Frustrated like a puffed-up pufferfish, Gu Xiaoling went off to unpack.

Qi Siyu, however, didn’t feel any satisfaction at “winning.” Instead, she shivered slightly. Gu Qing’s attitude today… was very off.

Not daring to say another word, she quietly pushed Gu Qing’s wheelchair into the master bedroom.

The master bedroom faced south and was flooded with natural light. A small balcony enclosed by floor-to-ceiling windows was separated from the room by a sliding glass door.

The decor leaned towards minimalist cool tones—mostly black, white, and gray—with very few furnishings: a bed and a sofa.

The three-meter-wide bed looked like it could comfortably fit three people. Qi Siyu silently grumbled: What, was the original owner planning to wrestle across the whole bed at night?

She lifted Gu Qing onto the bed with ease. Whether it was Alpha strength or Gu Qing’s light frame, she felt like she was lifting a feather.

Gu Qing stared steadily at her.

Qi Siyu blinked. “What’s wrong?”

“I can walk on my own,” Gu Qing said calmly.

Qi Siyu sucked in a breath and forced herself to stay composed. “You still have to pretend to be injured for the show. Might as well get used to it now so you don’t slip up later.”

She braced for a rebuttal.

But Gu Qing simply replied, “Okay.”

Caught off guard, Qi Siyu didn’t know what to say.

After a stunned pause, she walked out to the balcony and pulled the heavy curtains shut. “You can move around freely now. By the way, do you need rehab?”

The ointment had claimed it would fully restore her, but Qi Siyu wasn’t sure if it meant entirely—as in physical ability, or just general function. Walking might still need gradual recovery.

Gu Qing pulled off the thin blanket and stood up beside the bed.

They locked eyes. Qi Siyu swallowed nervously. Damn, no wonder she’s the heroine—her presence is intense.

“Quick, quick—get back on the bed. The floor’s cold. I’ll get you slippers!”

Qi Siyu bolted from the room like she was fleeing a crime scene.

She had no idea why she was so nervous.

Just the shift from being bedridden to mobile made Gu Qing feel infinitely more dangerous.

After bringing her the slippers, Qi Siyu also ordered a plush rug and some green plants online to cozy up the room.

Then she dove into the kitchen and, using every available inch of space, went on a shopping spree at the online supermarket—determined to fully stock the place.

She needed to keep herself busy.

“My groceries are here. How do I get the delivery guy up here?”

Gu Xiaoling glared at Qi Siyu but still had to ask.

“Have them put it in the locker downstairs. The building’s butler service will bring it up—or you can go get it yourself,” Qi Siyu said without looking up from her phone. “What did you order?”

“A lot. You’ll see.”

Gu Xiaoling didn’t bother listing it out. She turned to leave. “I’ll get it myself.”

“Wait—record your fingerprint first. Otherwise you’ll have to knock to get back in,” Qi Siyu added. “Gu Qing should register hers too.”

Dragging her feet, she walked toward the master bedroom.

Gu Xiaoling rolled her eyes. What scheming is she up to now?

“I’ll do it when I’m back,” she muttered.

Qi Siyu knocked on the door. “Gu Qing, come record your fingerprint. It’ll make getting in and out easier.”

She cracked the door slightly and peeked in.

Gu Qing was sitting on the bed, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed, rimless glasses and looking at her phone. When she turned her head, Qi Siyu’s breath caught.

Under the light, the delicate silver frame shimmered with a cold glint. The rimless design highlighted her features, accentuating her elegant bone structure.

Through the thin lenses, her smoky gray eyes—like stars in a winter night—shone with a chilly brilliance, cold yet stunningly beautiful.

“No need,” Gu Qing replied, instantly dousing whatever small flame had ignited in Qi Siyu’s heart.

The rejection of leaving a fingerprint on the security system was, unmistakably, a way of drawing boundaries.

“Got it.” Qi Siyu quietly shut the door, then glared resentfully at it.

If not for the system, she would never get involved with someone like Gu Qing. Cold, distant, like nothing could touch her. Getting close to her was practically impossible.

Scratch that—Gu Qing did hold grudges. She’d keep her enemies close just to strike when the time was right.

Better not to get a place in her heart at all, Qi Siyu silently prayed.

Before long, Gu Xiaoling returned, arms full of bags.

Qi Siyu rushed over to help carry some of the load. “Is this… lamb offal?”

“Yeah. There’s also lamb and pork intestines. Sister Gu wants lamb offal stew and stir-fried intestines,” Gu Xiaoling said, throwing on an apron. “Step aside. Are your hands even clean?”

Qi Siyu: …

Fine! Everyone’s bullying me, huh? Forget it—I’m done trying!

She retreated into the study and started casting a movie on the projector. One upside to transmigrating here: this world had tons of high-quality films her old one didn’t. Great for learning and entertainment.

She was completely absorbed when someone knocked on the door.

She got up to answer—and found Gu Qing standing there, glasses off, looking a little more approachable without that icy edge.

“Dinner,” Gu Qing said.

“Ah? Oh! Coming, coming—let me turn off the projector.”

Qi Siyu rushed over to the desk.

As Gu Qing glanced into the room, she spotted her own face on the paused screen. The movie playing was one of her earlier suspense films.

Qi Siyu, despite owning a talent agency, had always looked down on actors and wasn’t interested in films.

“What’s for dinner?” she asked brightly. Wow, Gu Qing personally came to call me to dinner! I’m thriving!

“Lamb offal stew, stir-fried pork intestines, scrambled eggs with bitter melon, stir-fried celery with pork, and noodle drop soup,” Gu Qing listed slowly, carefully watching Qi Siyu’s expression.

These were all dishes Qi Siyu hated—especially offal, which made her nauseous at just the sight.

But Qi Siyu didn’t show the slightest sign of disgust. Instead, she beamed, “I love noodle drop soup!”

“Mm.”

Gu Qing was nearly certain now—this was definitely not the original Qi Siyu.

She’d just need to test her memory next, to see whether she’d inherited part or all of it.

Ideally, Qi Siyu should undergo a full medical evaluation—but Gu Qing doubted she’d cooperate.

Still, this… was very good news.