Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 30

Beneath the camera’s watchful eye, Gu Qing had no way of asking Qi Siyu what exactly she was planning.

She waited for a moment, but Qi Siyu just kept pushing her wheelchair forward with steady steps, showing no signs of explaining anything.

Gu Qing didn’t trust Qi Siyu. Even more than that, she didn’t trust her own singing voice.

“I need to use the restroom. Please stop,” Gu Qing said.

“Oh! Sure, got it!” Qi Siyu immediately started running, so fast the wheelchair’s wheels practically sparked.

Gu Qing felt like she’d barely spoken before they were already in front of the restroom.

“Nice! The public facilities here are pretty decent,” Qi Siyu said, steering her toward the accessible stall.

“Go on in,” she added when Gu Qing didn’t move, releasing the hand grips.

Only then did Gu Qing realize—she and Qi Siyu were AO-compatible. Qi Siyu couldn’t go in with her.

Gu Qing shut her eyes briefly, then rolled herself inside.

Why had she overlooked the difference in their genders?

She let out a quiet breath. There was no choice now but to trust Qi Siyu.

Hopefully she wouldn’t pull anything ridiculous.

AI vocal imitation?

Maybe that was the only form of street performance she could pull off that might actually earn money.

“Here, have some water to clear your throat,” Qi Siyu said, pulling a tiny thermos from her pocket and handing it over.

Gu Qing took two big gulps. It was a strange feeling—she was nervous.

Even when she was lying in that car wreck, watching her own bl00d slowly pool and spread, she hadn’t felt nervous.

But now, she was.

Qi Siyu put the thermos away and magically produced a microphone. “Alright, start singing.”

Gu Qing: “?”

Qi Siyu caught the look of complete shock in Gu Qing’s eyes and practically giggled. Hehehe, finally caught her off guard.

This task wouldn’t have been hard for someone able-bodied. But for Gu Qing, pretending to be crippled and unable to reveal her identity, it was a serious challenge.

But not for a VIP player like Qi Siyu.

Originally, she’d planned for Gu Qing to play an instrument—she’d seen her do it in movies and interviews. Her skills were average, but she had clearly trained.

Besides, Qi Siyu had already arranged for some “plants” to come and donate money. Skill level didn’t matter much.

But then she discovered Gu Qing was tone-deaf, with a voice that could peel paint.

That’s when she had the idea to test Gu Qing’s tolerance for the supernatural.

Before filming started, Qi Siyu had saved up 30 draws in case of unexpected situations. Just earlier, she’d done a 10-roll and gotten a Nightingale Elixir—a potion that made your voice sound like heaven for seven days.

The water in the thermos? Laced with that very elixir.

Qi Siyu was eager to see just how powerful the potion really was.

“C’mon, start singing. I’m ready to start collecting tips,” she teased, lightly tapping her own leg.

Gu Qing was quiet for a beat, then said, “I want accompaniment—‘The Light Chaser on the Ordinary Road’.”

She’d heard the song many times. Back in middle school, it used to play every morning at her school.

“You got it!” Qi Siyu quickly found the instrumental track. A soft melody played from her phone speaker.

Gu Qing closed her eyes. No vocal technique. Just pure emotion.

“I’m just an ordinary person…”

Qi Siyu had been thinking about how to pose while collecting money with her hat, but now—even she was getting lost in the voice.

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Bullet comments flooded the livestream:

【She sounds incredible… I’m crying, I can’t stop the tears.】

【Did she rearrange the song herself? It’s so touching!】

【She has been through so much. We’ll always be with her!】

【The Gu-gu birds don’t ‘gu’ today—because she’s not alone!】

【Let’s walk the ordinary road together!】

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Qi Siyu rubbed the corner of her eye, trying to snap out of it. She glanced at the chat, hoping for a mood shift—and then saw a comment thread debating Gu Qing’s brilliant rearrangement.

Qi Siyu almost burst out laughing.

She wiped her face and looked around. There was already a decent crowd.

Perfect. A nice mix of locals and tourists. Definitely getting my assistant a bonus for planting these people so well.

After the first song, Gu Qing stared at the barrage of compliments flying across the screen. It felt like her fans were looking at her through rose-tinted lenses a thousand meters thick.

At their request, she sang an old classic next—originally written by a songwriter to thank his own fans. Gu Qing poured all her gratitude for her supporters into the performance.

Qi Siyu was struggling not to laugh. Many of Gu Qing’s fans were musicians themselves, and now they were passionately analyzing her supposed “rearrangement,” praising its difficulty and emotional precision.

To be honest—it really was amazing. It perfectly fit Gu Qing’s emotional tone and vocal style.

Qi Siyu began to think: maybe the Nightingale Elixir didn’t just improve vocal quality. Maybe it was also a brain boost, enhancing her musical instincts and creativity.

Because when Gu Qing talked, no one ever said, “Wow, what a beautiful voice.”

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“Five hundred. That’s enough. Should we keep going?” Qi Siyu asked, noticing Gu Qing slightly short of breath.

“Let’s go back,” Gu Qing said, inhaling deeply. Her fingers were tingling—she was that nervous.

The overwhelming wave of praise from the livestream only made her more anxious. It didn’t feel real.

Gu Qing was ambitious and hardworking. She never intended to branch out into both acting and music, but she believed that as a professional, she had to be at least competent in everything—especially for big events and holiday galas.

But she had always been hopeless when it came to music—worse than the average person.

Maybe this really is just a dream, Gu Qing thought, eyes dazed as she watched the comments.

Qi Siyu, who had been watching her carefully, started to panic a little.

Why does she look so lost and shaken?

This wasn’t what she’d expected!

Wasn’t Gu Qing supposed to notice the change in her voice, realize something was off, and then interrogate Qi Siyu about that suspicious cup of water?

But instead, both of them walked in silence—each second-guessing themselves.

Their train of thought was abruptly derailed when Jia Junjie appeared.

“Miss Gu, I’ve got a task and I need help. Could you cooperate for a bit?” she said, her tone polite but her request presumptuous.

When it came to boosting livestream engagement, the fastest way was to leech off someone else’s popularity.

And of course, Jia Junjie had her sights set on Gu Qing.

Gu Qing had plenty of haters. If they all flooded her own livestream to watch her “humiliate” Gu Qing, her numbers would skyrocket.

Sure, Gu Qing’s fans would be furious and might flood in to scold her—but heat is heat.

As long as she didn’t care about her reputation, nothing could stop her.

Seeing Gu Qing stay silent, Jia Junjie smiled wider. “It’s just a quick little game—transporting a ping-pong ball using our cheeks. It’ll only take ten minutes tops. Please help me out.”

Qi Siyu grimaced. “Sorry, but Gu Qing isn’t feeling well. She needs to see a doctor. You should ask someone else.”

“Not feeling well?” Jia Junjie scoffed. “She looks perfectly fine—rosy cheeks, calm expression. Just admit she doesn’t want to help a nobody like me. What’s with the fake excuses?”

She rolled her eyes. “I almost forgot—Miss Gu is famous for being a diva who bullies her juniors. And I’m just some small-time nobody, right?”

The more she ranted, the more excited she became. She suddenly reached out and ripped the gauze off Gu Qing’s face.

“Oh-ho! Come see the diva’s real face~”

No one expected her to snap like that. She was right in front of Gu Qing—too close for anyone to react in time.

Qi Siyu’s pupils contracted. Standing behind the wheelchair, she clenched her fist—and punched Jia Junjie square in the face.