Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 21

The moment Qi Siyu stepped into the dining room, the aroma of food hit her.

“Mmm, looks, smells, and tastes amazing,” she praised.

“Mhm. Xiaoling’s cooking is excellent,” Gu Qing replied, still expressionless, though her eyes were full of approval and pride.

Qi Siyu said nothing and quietly took her seat. As someone who was hopeless in the kitchen, she knew she’d never win Gu Qing over through her stomach.

Gu Xiaoling brought over three bowls of rice. After setting them down, she said, “Jie, it’s ready.”

“Let’s eat,” Gu Qing said.

Qi Siyu wasted no time reaching for the glistening stir-fried pork intestines. The high-heat cooking had crisped the exterior to a perfect char, while the inside was soft, chewy, and rich in flavor. The texture was layered, the taste savory and lingering.

The cooking really was top-notch. Qi Siyu thought, Usually Gu Xiaoling just looks like a brainless hothead who’s only good at glaring. Who knew she was hiding real talent?

After a few bites of offal, she took a bite of bitter melon or celery to cleanse her palate, followed by a hearty spoonful of dough drop soup. Bliss.

After eating to about 60% full, Qi Siyu slowed her pace. When she looked up, she found herself meeting Gu Qing’s gaze. Meanwhile, Gu Xiaoling was still burying her face in her food.

Qi Siyu tilted her head. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Gu Qing took a spoonful of the soup. “Letting it cool.”

“Oh, okay.” Qi Siyu lowered her head and kept eating, but a strange feeling crept in. She started watching Gu Qing out of the corner of her eye.

Gu Qing was only sipping the soup. She hadn’t touched the lamb offal stew or the stir-fried intestines—both dishes Gu Xiaoling had claimed Gu Qing wanted.

Her chopsticks were spotless—not a drop of oil.

Wait a second… was all this food actually made for me?

Could it be… the original Qi Siyu hated these dishes?

She quickly combed through the original novel. The original host’s personality was shallowly portrayed—arrogant, snobbish, convinced of her own elegance. So it made perfect sense she’d look down on offal and rustic dishes.

The more Qi Siyu thought about it, the more excited she got. Gu Qing must be testing her! Did she notice I’m not the same person?!

Amazing! A breakthrough!

Elegant and refined, right?

Qi Siyu doubled down on being crude and down-to-earth—smacking her lips, loudly slurping soup, and stuffing her cheeks while praising the food as “delicious!”

Gu Qing: …

She had been nearly certain this wasn’t the same Qi Siyu as before. But this sudden, over-the-top, obviously performative display made her pause again.

Was Qi Siyu trying to mislead her after realizing she was being tested?

If only Qi Siyu knew her efforts were having the opposite effect, she might’ve broken down crying in the bathroom.

But unaware of Gu Qing’s shifting suspicions, Qi Siyu kept up her enthusiastic performance.

“Can you eat like a human being? Even kids have better table manners than you,” Gu Xiaoling muttered in disgust.

Qi Siyu: …

Ugh. Forgot she was still here.

“I’m done!” Qi Siyu put down her chopsticks—not out of spite, but because she was genuinely full.

Gu Xiaoling immediately rolled her eyes. “You’re on dish duty.”

Gu Qing didn’t step in, letting Xiaoling squabble with Qi Siyu. It was another test—she wanted to see how Qi Siyu handled provocation. So far, she never snapped.

Again, Qi Siyu didn’t react with annoyance. After all, if someone cooked, it was fair for the others to clean up. That’s how things worked between equals—friends, colleagues.

But the original Qi Siyu? She saw herself as superior. Her hands were for signing million-dollar deals, not scrubbing dishes.

“Okay,” Qi Siyu agreed without a second thought.

“I’ll help,” Gu Qing said calmly.

“No, no, it’s just a few dishes. I’ve got this.” Qi Siyu waved her hands quickly, trying to stop her.

Gu Qing didn’t argue, but once Qi Siyu had brought the dishes to the sink, she silently followed her in—like a ghost, not making a sound.

She watched as Qi Siyu expertly squeezed out detergent, worked up a lather, scrubbed the dishes, rinsed, dried, and stacked them in the sterilizer. The motions were smooth, practiced.

This couldn’t be the work of a kitchen novice.

Gu Qing’s confusion deepened. If this was a case of dissociative identity or personality replacement, would someone just instinctively know skills they had no access to before?

She might need to consult a professional—or at least read some books on the subject.

“Hah!”

Qi Siyu spun around and jumped at the sight of Gu Qing behind her. “What are you doing here?!”

“Seeing if you needed help,” Gu Qing replied.

“No need! It’s just dishes, nothing to worry about. You should go rest—don’t stand too long.”

She was growing more anxious the more she thought about Gu Qing’s healing progress. The ointment hadn’t been applied seven full times yet; she definitely wasn’t fully recovered.

“Go, go, don’t overdo it,” she said as she hurriedly ushered Gu Qing back to bed.

Feeling uncharacteristically obedient, Qi Siyu licked her lips. Wait, we haven’t done the temporary marking today…

“The doctor said as long as my pheromones remain stable, I don’t need to be marked every day,” Gu Qing said evenly. Though yesterday’s temporary mark had been brief and controlled, it was still better to avoid it whenever possible. So she’d consulted the doctor before leaving the hospital.

She wanted to see how long her body could go without a mark.

But I need to apply the gland recovery serum…

Qi Siyu felt like the sky was crashing down. Damn doctor! Why would you say that?!

“But your condition is still unstable!” she protested.

“Then I’ll wait until I lose control.” Gu Qing’s tone was firm. One cold glance and Qi Siyu immediately backed off.

Fine. I’ll just mark her secretly when she’s asleep.

There’s no way I’m letting this chain break! Qi Siyu screamed inwardly.

“Okay… just call me if you need anything,” she said aloud with a nod.

Qi Siyu licked her itchy canines, feeling a pang of grief for the wasted recovery serum—and a deep sense of loss. She couldn’t tell if it was because she missed out on using the system, or if… she just wanted to be closer to Gu Qing.

Gu Xiaoling barged in, hand on hip. “I’ll help Sister Gu wash up.”

“Oh, sure.”

Qi Siyu quickly slipped out.

Back in the study, she turned the movie back on. Watching Gu Qing on-screen, she couldn’t help but feel her canines itch again.

Tonight. I’ll do it quietly tonight.

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In the middle of the night, Qi Siyu finished applying the ointment to Gu Qing, then carefully climbed into the soft bed.

Just one more application tomorrow, and the Limb Regrowth Ointment would be finished.

Then came the real challenge.

She injected herself with the gland recovery serum and exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on Gu Qing, scanning for the right angle—one where she could see the back of her neck without waking her.

Before she knew it, she was already hovering near Gu Qing’s neck, her face almost buried in the soft crook of her shoulder.

The scent of wine and chocolate lingered in the air—more sweet than alcoholic.

A pheromone’s scent was linked to an A/O’s emotional state. Gu Qing must’ve been having a nice dream.

But this much scent overflow… wasn’t that a sign of instability?

Qi Siyu lit up. Yes! No need to sneak—it’s happening naturally!

She gave Gu Qing a gentle pat, cutting short her pleasant dream.

“Mmm…”

Half-asleep, Gu Qing’s voice was soft and sleepy, a far cry from her usual coldness—more like a cat’s sleepy grumble.

“Your pheromones,” Qi Siyu whispered, barely audible, as if afraid to startle her.

Gu Qing quickly woke, sensed the imbalance, and turned to expose the back of her neck without hesitation. “Sorry to trouble you.”

Qi Siyu licked her increasingly itchy canines, feeling like Gu Qing really did see her as nothing more than a tool.

But being a tool was better than being useless.

She leaned down and bit gently. Like a dam bursting, Gu Qing’s pheromones rushed out instantly.

Gu Qing shut her eyes, fingers clutching the bedsheet, unable to stifle a gasp.

The moment Qi Siyu heard that soft sound, she jolted awake and pinched herself hard, forcing the surge of desire back down.

She made herself pull away.

Gu Qing’s brows furrowed. Interrupted halfway through, the relief she was expecting vanished abruptly—no one would be satisfied like this.

Yesterday’s mark had been minimal, and tonight came much later than expected. The lingering need was overwhelming.

But restraint was something Gu Qing was used to.

She said nothing, simply turned over and laid back down.

Looks like from now on, Qi Siyu will have to mark her regularly—until things stabilize.

As her hair brushed against Qi Siyu’s cheek, that delicate sensation was like static against her skin—itching her heart in a way that made her want to flip Gu Qing over and continue what she started.