Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 29
Qi Siyu was already used to being a tool.
Once the marking was done, she let go of Gu Qing, quietly tiptoed out of the room, and shut the door behind her before returning to her own room.
For the next three days of filming, Qi Siyu decided not to save up spins for the prize draw.
Thanks to her efforts over the past few days, she’d already accumulated enough gland repair serum and a decent amount of YuanKang powder. Even the Face-Restoration Pill—for scarring or disfigurement—she now had enough of.
The facial reconstruction cream was a semi-fluid substance that solidified after application, like a peel-off mask. But it had to be used for seven consecutive days, thirty minutes each time. And the process was itchy and painful—intensely uncomfortable. There was no way she could sneak it on Gu Qing while she was asleep.
Qi Siyu still hadn’t figured out how to convince Gu Qing to use it. The product looked exactly like one of those sketchy, barely-tested miracle creams fresh off the lab table.
She decided to wait until the show finished filming to bring it up again.
Meanwhile, Gu Qing stared at the bedroom door for a moment before closing her eyes.
They say it takes 21 days to form a habit. Now, suddenly sleeping alone again, she couldn’t fall asleep.
But bad habits had to be broken.
Gu Qing was used to enduring things.
There were no cameras in Qi Siyu’s room. After washing up, she opened the show’s official app and scrolled through the task hall.
Live PK stream battles, prank scares in the middle of the night, randomly confessing love to strangers, stealing others’ food, exposing fellow guests without makeup…
Tch, what a bunch of garbage tasks—designed purely to amplify the dark side of human nature and create high-drama conflict.
No wonder the show was filmed on a tourist island town. Doing this kind of thing back home would be dangerous.
There were a few decent tasks, like checking in at local landmarks, exploring trendy shops, or interviewing local workers.
But the rewards were tiny—most paid only 5 to 50 Leisure Coins. Meanwhile, the trashy tasks started at 100 coins or more.
Tonight’s dinner had cost 80 coins. If you wanted to eat properly every day, you’d need around 200 coins.
Still, everyone came for the final rewards. They weren’t here to break even—they wanted to earn big.
Worse yet, the in-game shop offered skill cards—items that let you force another guest to do anything that wasn’t illegal.
No moral boundaries, as long as it’s not against the law!
On the flip side, if you didn’t want to follow someone else’s command, you could buy a protection card to nullify it.
In the original novel, the others had used plenty of skill cards on Gu Qing—leeching off her fame and forcing her into situations that boosted their own viewership.
Beyond tasks, the show ranked all livestreams by popularity. Top performers got rewards. The lowest got punishments.
Overall, the rules were disgusting.
But the show and its contestants had a mutual understanding—no one was being forced. Everyone signed up willingly.
Except Gu Qing.
But now, she had Qi Siyu.
Qi Siyu was confident she could turn this backstabbing circus into a genuine vacation for Gu Qing.
Everything was under control.
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At 5 a.m., a loud banging echoed through the villa.
BANG BANG BANG!
Qi Siyu groggily sat up, glanced at the time, and quickly opened the livestream on her phone.
These days, lots of young people were night owls—especially Gu Qing’s fans. As soon as Qi Siyu logged in, she sent a message asking what was going on outside.
She was using Gu Qing’s sub-account, which the production team had given a special visual effect—any bullet comment she sent would appear centered on the screen and linger for ten seconds.
Almost immediately, fans replied:
【It’s Jia Junjie pounding on the door. One of her private mandatory tasks today is to wake up the other guests.】
【What a shady person. Everyone else is still sleeping, and she deliberately goes to wake our Gu Qing up first!】
【So gross. No manners, no class. Just trying to cling to Gu Qing for exposure. Why did the show even invite someone like her?】
A stream of scolding bullet comments filled the screen.
Qi Siyu chuckled. “Let her keep knocking. I’ll pretend I don’t hear anything. Don’t worry—Gu Qing wears earplugs when she sleeps. She can’t hear it.”
Sure enough, the fans quickly shifted topics—now discussing Gu Qing’s sleep quality and urging the company and Qi Siyu to take good care of their beloved “sister.”
With her usual patience, Qi Siyu promised them all she would—and even painted them a few pretty pictures for the future.
The banging grew louder and more frantic. Jia Junjie even started kicking the door.
But still, no one opened it.
Jia Junjie began to suspect they were ignoring her on purpose.
Fifteen minutes later, out of breath and furious, she gave the door one last hard kick before storming off.
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At exactly 8 a.m., everyone who had received the staff’s message at 7:50 gathered in the living room downstairs.
Jia Junjie strolled in late, yawning dramatically. After leaving Gu Qing’s door, she’d tried knocking on the rooms of Yu Shanmei, Bai Ming’an, and Sun Yingying.
Then she got into a shouting match with Yu Shanmei and ended up getting pinned down and beaten by her. Jia Junjie had to flee the villa to escape the chase.
She hid outside for over half an hour and only dared sneak back in for a nap after the chaos calmed. If the staff hadn’t come to fetch her, she’d still be sleeping.
The host greeted her with a smile and handed her a card. “Late arrival means a penalty!”
Jia Junjie’s eyes widened. “I was only six minutes late! Why are you charging me 600 coins?!”
“Because all interpretation rights belong to the production team,” the host said with a cheerful threat.
This morning’s door-kicking had already hit trending searches. So had the footage of her being chased and beaten by Yu Shanmei. Even though it was all negative attention, heat was heat—and the show thrived on it.
The production team wanted to keep her in this agitated state, so they gave her a little extra pressure.
Jia Junjie might’ve been rude and unlikeable, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew who she couldn’t afford to offend.
With a grim face, she slumped down onto the sofa.
Starting from episode two, the lowest-ranked guest—whether by popularity or coin count—would be eliminated.
She had to complete tasks and boost her livestream’s engagement.
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“Good morning, everyone. The reason we called this gathering is to inform you that your personalized private missions have been released,” said the host. “Be sure to complete them. The punishments for failure will be severe.”
Everyone sat quietly, eyes on the host, waiting for more details.
Being stared at by so many people made the host a little nervous. “That’s it. You can all go now.”
There was no real need for a group gathering—it had only been arranged to put extra pressure on Jia Junjie.
The others: ?
Qi Siyu clenched her jaw. After this, Gu Qing is never doing this kind of reality show again.
She looked at Gu Qing, who remained calm and indifferent. Unlike the others who were annoyed or angry, Gu Qing’s posture in her wheelchair was serene, aloof.
It was like watching someone stare down an avalanche without flinching.
Qi Siyu even wondered if Gu Qing’s facial muscles had any flexibility at all.
Since they were dismissed, Qi Siyu pushed Gu Qing toward the town—they had a mission to complete.
Today, Gu Qing’s task was to earn 500 yuan without revealing her identity.
Her fans were all deeply concerned.
Gu Qing had a broken leg—most physical jobs were out of the question.
【How about selling balloons? Or handing out flyers? Those seem doable.】
【This is so hard. What is she supposed to do?】
【We should just start a fundraiser! Our sister needs love right now!】
【There’s a theater nearby looking for performers. If she goes, she’ll crush it. 500 a day for sure.】
【But she can’t reveal her identity! And what if there’s no wheelchair role?】
The bullet comments buzzed with ideas. Gu Qing read them and calmly said, “No need to worry.”
She didn’t have a plan yet—just figured they’d stroll around town first. But her calm, confident demeanor immediately soothed the fans’ anxiety.
“Yes, absolutely no need to worry,” Qi Siyu added, winking at the drone camera, all charm and sparkle. “Your Sister Gu is going to busk. Street performance, baby.”
The fans lit up with excitement.
Their idol was a phenomenal actress—but they had never heard her sing even a single note.
Gu Qing clenched her fists in shock.
Busking?!
With that voice of hers—off-key and all over the place?!
What the hell was Qi Siyu thinking?