Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 27

After Gu Qing landed in last place, the way everyone looked at her visibly softened.

Gu Qing didn’t care. As long as they didn’t cross the line and bully her directly, she couldn’t be bothered by what people did behind her back.

The host glanced around the group and continued with the schedule. “Now it’s time for a segment everyone has been waiting for. Miss Bai, Yu, Jia, and Lu didn’t complete their tasks and will each receive a small penalty.”

“Since this is everyone’s first meeting, the show didn’t prepare anything too harsh. Just a few ‘appetizer punishments’—lemon juice, aged vinegar, bitter melon juice, and mung bean juice. First come, first served.”

As the host spoke, four glasses—each with at least 100mL of liquid—were brought out.

Before he even finished his sentence, Bai Ming’an stepped forward and downed the mung bean juice in one gulp. “Tastes like home. Thanks to the production team for letting me enjoy a little taste of it even in a foreign land.”

Jia Junjie scowled. “I wanted the mung bean juice too.”

“First come, first served. What—don’t have legs or arms?” Yu Shanmei snapped, then immediately poured the bitter melon juice into her mouth.

“Urgh—” Yu Shanmei gagged audibly while drinking, but she didn’t spit it out.

“Looks like Miss Bai and Yu are pretty straightforward,” the host said with a chuckle. “Just a friendly reminder—no wasting! Or you’ll have to drink double.”

Lu Hui glanced at Jia Junjie. She had wanted to go for the lemon juice, but remembering Jia Junjie’s temper, she hesitated.

Sure enough, Jia Junjie snatched the lemon juice, leaving Lu Hui to drink the aged vinegar. Her face twisted with discomfort, and she began chugging water.

“Water is currently free and unlimited,” the host cheerfully reminded them. “But starting tomorrow, bottled water will have to be purchased.”

“It’s getting late,” the host continued. “There are no mandatory tasks tonight, so feel free to rest, pick your rooms, and think about dinner. If you have any question, you can ask me anytime.”

Everyone began checking the shopping app on their phones to decide which type of room to book. The enormous villa had twelve rooms available:

• Two suites

• Six single rooms

• Two double rooms

• Two triple rooms

In the comments on each of their livestreams, fans were already debating the pros and cons of each room, with the show’s official website providing detailed descriptions.

Over in Gu Qing’s stream, however, the focus was different: viewers were asking how Gu Qing and Qi Siyu would be staying—whether the production would provide separate accommodation for Qi Siyu. Why did the company send an Alpha to care for her, anyway? Wasn’t that inconvenient at night?

Qi Siyu glanced at the bullet comments and suddenly realized—in the public’s eyes, she was Gu Qing’s assistant, and since they were an A and an O, it would be inappropriate to share a room.

That left only one viable option: the suite, which had two separate bedrooms and bathrooms.

Damn. Qi Siyu had originally planned to fake the camera feed at night with the tech crew and sneak into Gu Qing’s room. But if they were in separate rooms down the hall, the corridor cameras would need to be dealt with too. The suite made things simpler.

She checked the price: 200 Leisure Coins per night.

She froze.

Wasn’t a debt over 200 coins grounds for punishment? Whatever. She wasn’t afraid of weird drinks or whatever other punishments they came up with.

Qi Siyu went ahead and booked the suite for three nights, instantly pushing their debt from -150 to -750.

“Dong——”

A bell suddenly chimed throughout the villa. The host, who had just lifted his teacup for a sip, grinned. “Miss Gu, your debt has reached 750 coins—far exceeding the 200-coin threshold. You’ll need to accept a mandatory penalty.”

“I have a question,” Qi Siyu said. “Is this a one-time penalty, or does it recur every day until the debt’s cleared?”

“Debt is settled at 9 PM every night,” the host replied with a sunny smile. “If you’re over the limit, you get punished. Simple as that.”

“Okay, what’s the punishment?” Qi Siyu asked. “If it’s something inconvenient for Gu Qing, I’ll take it for her.”

“Of course.” The host signaled the crew, who wheeled in a large prize wheel. “But we’ll need Miss Gu to spin the wheel to determine what the punishment is.”

The other guests, who had been busy studying room options, were drawn over by the commotion. No one expected Gu Qing to be the first to receive a forced penalty.

Sun Yingying walked up and pointed to the wheel. “Wait, isn’t this just a slot machine? Isn’t there a chance to win something?”

“But gambling games are usually rigged so the house wins,” Bai Ming’an pointed out. “Maybe the show’s trying to send an anti-gambling message.”

“Hahaha, you’re both right,” the host laughed. “But it’s also true that you might actually win—it’s all up to luck.”

“Please spin the wheel, Miss Gu.”

Qi Siyu pushed Gu Qing forward. Gu Qing reached out and gave the wheel a measured spin.

The wheel gradually slowed… then trembled to a stop on the slot machine icon.

“No way. She actually landed on it?” Sun Yingying narrowed her eyes. “The show’s not cheating, are they?”

She spun the wheel herself—this time, it landed on 50 push-ups.

Sun Yingying awkwardly stepped away.

“Host, doesn’t her tampering with the props mean she should be punished too?” Bai Ming’an fanned the flames. Jia Junjie jumped in to support her—she loved making things harder for others.

“One yellow card warning,” the host said. “Our show is always fair and impartial. One more incident, and there’ll be consequences.”

“S-Sorry,” Sun Yingying apologized, tears welling up in her eyes. Bursting into tears on command—now that’s talent too.

“Miss Gu, let’s go. The slot machine is in the game room. If anyone else wants to watch, feel free to come along,” said the host as he led the way.

Gu Qing looked up at Qi Siyu, who responded with a sheepish grin.

Fair and impartial? Please. This game was all about skill and power. If she had the ability to get Gao Zhonghai to rig the outcome for her, that was her strength.

The game room was around ninety square meters—not exactly small, but with eleven people crowding in, it was tight.

Knowing how popular Gu Qing’s livestream was, everyone tried to cozy up to her and sneak into the frame.

Qi Siyu gripped the wheelchair handles, sensing the pressure. “Guys, could you please not crowd so much? We’re about to run out of oxygen.”

“We’re just worried about Miss Gu, okay?” Jia Junjie snapped back, then got elbowed hard by Lu Hui in the jostle, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Everyone, please step back a little. Don’t interfere with the machine,” the host instructed, handing Gu Qing a game token. “Miss Gu, you can start. You can play once or as many times as you like. The results will sync to your personal account.”

Gu Qing glanced at Qi Siyu, her gaze flitting away quickly, as if she was just stretching her neck.

She reached out and tapped the machine. The screen lit up, followed by the sound of spinning reels.

A cheerful jingle played as the slot machine began to spit out coin after coin, filling the previously empty basket.

“My god! That’s gotta be hundreds!” Sun Yingying gasped, completely stunned.

Qi Siyu clapped enthusiastically. “You’re amazing!”

“Five hundred and twenty-one coins!” the host announced after counting. She almost couldn’t hold it in—sure, she knew it was rigged, but wasn’t this a bit too much?

Qi Siyu stared in disbelief. Wait—what?! She had asked for a lucky number, but not this kind of suggestive one!

She peeked at Gu Qing… only to find Gu Qing already looking at her.

There was a visible question mark in her eyes.

I can explain! Qi Siyu screamed internally.