Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 31
Jia Junjie was still fiddling with the torn gauze, swaggering and sneering, thrilled just thinking about the skyrocketing traffic and popularity this would bring her.
A second later, her head snapped sideways from a punch, bl00d trickling from the corner of her mouth.
She hadn’t expected Qi Siyu to actually hit her.
Without hesitation, Qi Siyu pulled the wheelchair behind her and followed up with a solid kick.
Fueled by anger, her foot landed hard and sent Jia Junjie sprawling to the ground.
Jia Junjie first felt pain, then shock, then rage—and finally, exhilaration. Acting like a diva was nothing. Getting attacked on a live stream? Now that was headline material!
She had been about to get up, but realizing this, she decided to play it up—collapsed to the floor, crying and wailing as if she were seriously injured.
Qi Siyu didn’t spare her a glance. She was too focused on Gu Qing, who now sat with the gauze forcibly torn from her wound, the raw injury still exposed and terrifying to see.
The staff immediately rushed over and called an ambulance.
As Gu Qing’s wound was being treated and Qi Siyu paced nearby in worry, Jia Junjie continued screaming in “pain” during her medical exam, while online, the internet buzzed with commentary.
Gu Qing’s anti-fans latched onto the fact that Qi Siyu had raised her hand, trying to paint her as a violent maniac.
But after watching the full footage, most neutral viewers sided with Qi Siyu and Gu Qing. “Who rips open someone’s healing wound and mocks them?” they asked. “What kind of person does that?”
Public opinion swiftly tilted in their favor. But that was exactly what Jia Junjie had wanted—her live stream was now flooded with angry viewers.
Feeling smug, Jia Junjie muttered to herself, “All you can do is curse me. I just tore off a bit of gauze, but she really hit me. I’ll sue her till she loses everything!”
By now she had tossed aside all shame and integrity, seeing only money ahead.
Meanwhile, outside the treatment room, Qi Siyu finally saw Gu Qing emerge.
“How do you feel? Does it hurt?” Qi Siyu immediately leaned in and asked gently, her voice soft as though Gu Qing were a fragile snowflake that could shatter at the slightest sound.
Gu Qing raised her eyes calmly and glanced at her. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Then added, “Don’t worry.”
“That woman was disgusting. I’m going to teach her a lesson!” Qi Siyu said, clenching her fists.
Gu Qing gave a soft “mm,” curious about what form Qi Siyu’s “lesson” might take. She had always thought Qi Siyu was too kind, too mild.
She had tested her multiple times recently, yet Qi Siyu always responded patiently. Even when she had sent Xiao Ling to provoke or tease her, Qi Siyu had merely argued back.
Although Gu Qing sometimes doubted if Qi Siyu really had dissociative identity disorder—her behavior didn’t quite match—until she found a better explanation, she was sticking with that theory. People with DID often displayed stark personality contrasts. The old Qi Siyu was pure evil; this one seemed purely kind.
She thought the punch and kick earlier had already been a pretty decent “lesson.”
“Let’s not think about her anymore. You’ve had a rough morning. Let’s go have a nice lunch and rest a bit. Oh—and calm your fans down too.” Qi Siyu pushed the wheelchair forward.
Leaning down, she whispered into Gu Qing’s ear, “No need to worry about the production team. We’re VIP players—they’ll play nice.”
Her warm breath tickled Gu Qing’s ear, making her whole body jolt. She instinctively tightened her grip on the armrest.
Even though they’d shared multiple temporary markings, Gu Qing still couldn’t get used to Qi Siyu’s closeness—especially this kind of sudden proximity.
Every time Qi Siyu got close, Gu Qing had to fight the urge to be pulled into her embrace, to be wrapped up in that lemon-candy pheromone…
“Mm,” she replied flatly, showing no trace of the internal struggle she had just endured.
But just as they exited the hospital doors, they were stopped by the high-and-mighty Jia Junjie.
Qi Siyu immediately stepped in front of Gu Qing, shielding her.
Jia Junjie threw a stack of A4 papers at Qi Siyu. “Here’s the medical report and injury assessment. You caused serious harm. Pay up! If you don’t, I’ll sue you to hell and back!”
Qi Siyu casually flicked the papers aside with a kick and smiled, “Littering is a fineable offense, you know.”
“As for compensation, my lawyer will contact you. I’ll take full responsibility for what I owe. But every bit of psychological trauma you inflicted on Gu Qing—we’ll tally that up very carefully and you’ll be paying for that too.” Her smile remained polite, but her eyes were ice-cold.
This woman still dared to make a scene? Did she really think Qi Siyu was some harmless kitten? No—she would make sure Jia Junjie’s name was dragged through the mud, and that she would live to regret it.
Staff rushed over to block Jia Junjie, who kept shouting about calling the police, but was eventually escorted away.
Truth was, she had called the police earlier—but those useless foreigners wouldn’t take the case unless she was “permanently maimed.”
Qi Siyu was fuming the entire way back, plotting how to thoroughly ruin Jia Junjie, so caught up in it that she didn’t notice how many times Gu Qing glanced at her.
Gu Qing frowned. Qi Siyu was too fixated on someone like Jia Junjie. A petty clown like that wasn’t worth disturbing her peace.
“I’m hungry,” Gu Qing said.
“Oh—let’s hurry back. What do you feel like eating?” Qi Siyu immediately picked up the pace, pushing Jia Junjie entirely out of her mind.
The show’s catered lunch was extravagant. As long as you had the money, you could have anything—land, sea, or sky.
Qi Siyu crouched beside the wheelchair, laying the menu on the armrest so they could browse together. “You should have something nutritious and easy to digest,” she reminded softly.
She knew Gu Qing was never picky about food and wouldn’t cause trouble over meals. Still, she felt the need to say it—her bottled-up concern had to find an outlet somewhere.
Gu Qing gave her a sideways glance. “Eight-treasure rice and fish soup.”
Qi Siyu smiled. “Then I’ll get tomato beef stew and an egg tart. Something sweet to lift the mood.”
Without even glancing at the price, President Qi paid generously and brought the tray back to their suite, where a dining table awaited.
She set the food out for Gu Qing, and a drone lowered to stream the meal, framing Gu Qing’s uninjured side.
Gu Qing ate slowly—one bite at a time, pausing to respond to fans in between.
Satisfied that Gu Qing was fine, Qi Siyu retreated to a blind spot out of frame to play on her phone. She sent word to her lawyer to demand exorbitant damages from Jia Junjie and contacted producer Gao to assign her tasks designed to offend every other guest.
This was just an appetizer—to whet Jia Junjie’s appetite for what was to come. Having read the original novel, Qi Siyu knew exactly what this woman was guilty of. Seducing rich parents while abusing her role was nothing.
She had also abused little girls, molested young boys, defrauded the elderly—more than enough to get her thrown in prison.
There was no way Jia Junjie would appear in the next episode.
After settling all that, Qi Siyu began thinking about the other guests. Sadly, none of them had enough sins to land behind bars.
Jia Junjie really was one of a kind. She’d done so many vile things and still had the nerve to appear on national television.
“What are you thinking about?” Gu Qing’s voice suddenly came from beside her.
Qi Siyu instinctively turned—and bumped noses with her.
Their breaths tangled, searing hot.
In Gu Qing’s eyes, Qi Siyu saw her own reflection. “You—”
She wanted to ask what Gu Qing was doing there, but she only got one word out before Gu Qing cut her off.
“Thinking about me?” she asked.
Qi Siyu swallowed hard. She wanted to back away, but she was already pressed into the corner with nowhere to go.
So she tipped her head back, trying to create distance.
“Hmm?” Gu Qing reversed the wheelchair half a step, eyes still on her.
“Ahem—” Qi Siyu could have said she had been thinking of Gu Qing. After all, Gu Qing was the most important person in her world now, the key to her future and her survival.
But saying it out loud felt… strange.
So she shook her head. “Just thinking about the show.”
“Mm. Go return the trays. Thanks,” Gu Qing said, her tone cool and unreadable, as if that was the only reason she had come over.
Qi Siyu’s heart thundered. “Okay, I’ll go now!”
She practically fled the suite with the trays in hand.
Gu Qing stared at the firmly shut door, frowning.
What was Qi Siyu so afraid of?