A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Just as Yu Wuhuan’s choice to stay outside the door was a whim, Jiang Baihe’s decision to buy the bouquet was also a sudden impulse.

At dusk, the roads were choked with cars from the evening rush hour. Jiang Baihe and her manager were caught in the middle, crawling forward at a snail’s pace. In the driver’s seat, Song Jia was irritable due to the gridlock, while Jiang Baihe stared blankly at the scenery outside the window. Quite by accident, she spotted this bouquet displayed at the entrance of a flower shop.

Droplets of water left over from the shopkeeper’s watering remained on the purple and white petals, shimmering faintly under the warm yellow of the setting sun. Having been battered by rain and dew yet refusing to bow its head, the sight made one instinctively want to pluck it.

It was just like Yan Shu that night—a beautiful yet fragile glass doll. It made Jiang Baihe want to hold her up and examine her closely, yet she feared her touch might hurt her in the slightest.

Thus, for reasons she couldn’t quite name, Jiang Baihe had Song Jia find a place to park so she could buy the flowers and bring them home.

Yan Shu, receiving the flowers so suddenly, didn’t know how to describe her current feelings. She had never imagined that Jiang Baihe would go out of her way to create a surprise for her. First it was the strawberry cake, now it was fresh flowers.

Whether Jiang Baihe was acting on a whim or hiding some hidden scheme, at this moment, Yan Shu felt it didn’t matter. At least for now, the happiness Jiang Baihe’s actions brought her was real.

So, Yan Shu gave a faint smile and took the flowers. “Thank you. They’re very beautiful.”

The two walked into the house, and the blast of cold air made Jiang Baihe sigh in relief. she slumped wantonly onto the sofa to rest. Seeing this, Yan Shu placed the bouquet on the table and went to the freezer to bring out a crystal-clear glass bowl.

The bowl was filled with red and green morsels. As Yan Shu approached, Jiang Baihe saw what it was—a fruit shaved ice.

“Auntie Chen said the weather was hot today and made this specifically before she left. Try some.”

Jiang Baihe took it carefully. “Thank you.”

She scooped up a piece of watermelon; it was sweet, tart, and icy. In this summer evening, it felt like a divine salvation for Jiang Baihe, who had just returned from a scorching day outside.

As she ate the shaved ice, Jiang Baihe watched Yan Shu busy herself on the other side of the sofa. She poked her head over curiously. “What are you doing?”

“Mhm.” Yan Shu tilted a long-necked glass bottle in her hand. “I want to find a vase for them.”

These flowers held different meanings for the two of them, and she wanted them to last as long as possible. Jiang Baihe leaned in, offering verbal pointers on how to arrange them for the best look. Working together, they perfectly placed the nine stems into the vase.

Seeing Yan Shu stroking the petals as if she couldn’t bear to let go, Jiang Baihe couldn’t help but tease: “You like them that much?”

“Cough…”

Yan Shu choked slightly. Feeling her earlobes start to burn, she turned her head away, unwilling to let Jiang Baihe see her current expression. She said calmly, “It’s just that the flowers are very pretty.”

“Mhm, I understand.” Jiang Baihe chuckled softly. Seeing that Yan Shu seemed shy, she felt a genuine sense of realization: Little President Yan is truly very easy to coax.

Saturday.

Jiang Baihe woke up early. At just after six in the morning, before the scorching sun had fully risen, she had already turned off her alarm and climbed out of bed. After washing up, she changed out of her loungewear into a short-sleeved athletic set, grabbed a clean towel, and prepared to head out.

Auntie Chen, who had arrived to make breakfast, looked at the early-rising Jiang Baihe in surprise. “Are you going out to exercise?”

Jiang Baihe nodded. Fearing she might wake Yan Shu who was still sleeping upstairs, she lowered her voice. “Yes. The role I recently picked up has some physical requirements. My treadmill hasn’t arrived yet, so I plan to run a few laps nearby for the next few days.”

Yan Shu wasn’t a fan of exercise, and while the original scumbag Alpha had the physical constitution of an Alpha, she was usually someone who wouldn’t move if she could lie down. Therefore, though the house they lived in was massive, it didn’t have any exercise equipment. Jiang Baihe wanted to rearrange things, but it would take time for the equipment to be delivered and installed.

Yu Wuhuan, the character in the drama, was someone who practiced martial arts year-round. Since Jiang Baihe planned to take this role, she had to put effort into her physical image. She didn’t expect to grow muscles before joining the crew, but she at least needed the stamina to withstand the grueling filming schedule.

With that in mind, Jiang Baihe waved goodbye to Auntie Chen. She had to finish her workout quickly; once the sun was up, she’d be scorched. Auntie Chen nodded, watching Jiang Baihe leave with a kind gaze. As the dedicated housekeeper, she could feel Jiang Baihe’s recent changes—she was no longer arrogant and was now full of life and drive. This was good. It seemed future breakfasts needed to be more nutritious.

Today was a rare day off. Jiang Baihe didn’t sleep in, and Yan Shu, who had a well-regulated biological clock, also rose early as if it were a workday. Leaving her room, she was surprised to find Jiang Baihe’s door across the hall wide open.

Up so early?

Yan Shu pondered this as she went downstairs, just as Auntie Chen was placing breakfast on the table.

“President Yan is up as well.”

Yan Shu nodded and sat at the table. She picked up a glass of soy milk, hesitated, and asked, “Where is Jiang Baihe?”

“Oh, she went out early to exercise. She should be back soon.”

Yan Shu: “…”

Out exercising??

This perfectly normal activity seemed bizarre when applied to Jiang Baihe. Is the influence of a dual personality really this significant? Not only a total personality shift, but it even made a lazy person suddenly love working out? Yan Shu’s expression was unreadable.

Meanwhile, Jiang Baihe, who had just returned from a few laps, was walking slowly to cool down while wiping sweat with her towel. As she entered the garden, she saw Yan Shu resting on the swing.

“Good morning.”

Jiang Baihe walked over. Thinking she had just exercised, she didn’t dare get too close to Yan Shu and chose a swing nearby. Just as she started to sway, Yan Shu suddenly spoke: “You like acting?”

Jiang Baihe: “…”

Yikes, why does everyone keep asking me these life-or-death questions?

“It’s alright,” Jiang Baihe pretended to wipe sweat from her brow, not daring to look Yan Shu in the eye. “I think it’s interesting, so I want to try it.”

Yan Shu nodded thoughtfully. She looked at the person sitting beside her. The exercise had given Jiang Baihe’s face a rosy flush. Even though she was just sitting lazily, under the morning light, she looked as if she had a soft-focus filter on; her whole being seemed to glow.

On a sudden whim, Yan Shu said, “There’s a banquet tomorrow night. I’ll take you with me.”

It was a gathering for socialites and elites. As the head of Sihai Group, Yan Shu frequently received such invitations, but she usually disliked them and declined. If Jiang Baihe liked this industry, it didn’t matter if she brought her along to see.

“Mhm?” Jiang Baihe tilted her head, not thinking much of it. She assumed it was just one of those high-society parties where Yan Shu needed a companion to maintain her status. She nodded. “Then thank you, Little President Yan.”

Yan Shu’s grip on the swing rope tightened slightly. She calmly looked away. “No need for thanks.”

Think of it as a return gift for the flowers.

Attending an important gala involves a lot of preparation. For high-status individuals, their hair, gowns, and even accessories must be meticulously planned. So, on Sunday afternoon, Jiang Baihe was taken by Yan Shu to a high-end styling studio under the Sihai umbrella to prepare for the night.

Sitting in the chair, Jiang Baihe watched the designers behind her discuss her hair and let out a tired yawn. Usually, she’d be taking a nap at this hour; sitting here made her sleepy. Eventually, after a long wait, the stylists finished their discussion and quietly invited the two to another room to pick out matching outfits.

On the way, Jiang Baihe took the chance to lean closer to Yan Shu and whisper, “I finally know why you don’t like banquets. It’s a real pain to spend so much time on this every time.”

If it were for a role, she could endure it as a job requirement. But for an optional banquet? She’d rather stay home and memorize scripts. Yan Shu paused and gave Jiang Baihe a look of agreement; this was indeed one of the reasons she hated attending them.

Under the stylists’ direction, Jiang Baihe and Yan Shu were handled like dolls, being dressed in various styles. Finally, Jiang Baihe picked a black lace gown and refused to change again. She sat outside the dressing room waiting, occasionally scrolling through her phone.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the adjacent door open. Someone stepped out, and Jiang Baihe looked up nonchalantly. That one look made her freeze in place.

Her black hair was loosely pinned up, and the pale gold gown traced Yan Shu’s graceful figure perfectly—elegant, yet regal. Jiang Baihe stood up and walked quickly toward Yan Shu. She said in admiration, “Little President Yan, you look truly beautiful in that.”

“Thank you. You too.”

After a bit of mutual praising, they walked to the mirror. Two relatively simple gowns were elevated to another level by their looks and aura. Jiang Baihe looked at the two of them in the mirror, and for some reason, she blurted out to Yan Shu: “Look at us… don’t we look like a young couple picking out wedding dresses?”

The stylists behind them laughed kindly, offering words of blessing. When the original scumbag Alpha married Yan Shu, they had just signed the papers after negotiating terms—there was no ceremony. Aside from family and close friends, almost no one knew.

Jiang Baihe thought to herself that if she and Yan Shu truly ended up together in the future, she would definitely announce it to the whole world. She wanted to brag to everyone that she had such a beautiful partner.

Beside her, hearing Jiang Baihe’s nonsense, Yan Shu’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

A wedding ceremony…

Yan Shu looked at Jiang Baihe in the mirror.

That depends on your performance.