A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 16

The day was brilliant, with a vast, cloudless sky.

A young woman walked slowly, carrying a long sword. Her red and white robes were exquisite yet not cumbersome—stunningly beautiful and radiant. Her entire presence exuded an air of mystery and detachment.

Her makeup and styling were so breathtaking that Director Song Zhishu, who had been fuming moments ago, instantly changed his tune.

“Excellent! Excellent!”

Director Song clicked his tongue in admiration, unable to resist walking two circles around Jiang Baihe. At the same time, he didn’t forget to shout to the side: “Lao Zhang! Xiao Qin! Come over and see this!”

Assistant Director Zhang and Screenwriter Qin hurried over at the call, their mouths falling open in shock. Screenwriter Qin, in particular, looked exceptionally excited.

“Heavens!” She leaned toward Jiang Baihe, looking as if she wanted to reach out and touch her but didn’t quite dare. She couldn’t help but sigh: “She’s practically stepped right out of the pages…”

Hearing this, Jiang Baihe lowered her eyes and retracted the sharp aura she was projecting. Getting such praise from the original author meant she was indeed doing something right. It seemed all the effort she’d put into grasping the character’s psyche had paid off.

“See that? This is the effect,” Song Zhishu said patiently to Tang Yuan and the stylist nearby. “Costumes and makeup can be innovative; don’t just stick to past experiences and fixed images.”

The two stared at Jiang Baihe with glittering eyes and nodded like chicks pecking at grain. The stylist even took a confident step forward: “Director, I’ve seen the light!”

Song Zhishu was in a fantastic mood. He picked up the quit-smoking lollipop that had fallen earlier, tossed it into the nearby bin, and said, “Fine. Since you’ve seen the light, you two go back and redo the look.”

“As for the Senior Sister,” Song Zhishu beckoned to Jiang Baihe, smiling. “Come, let’s get your promotional stills shot first.”

Taking promotional stills was much simpler than actual filming. With two experienced directors and Jiang Baihe’s own seasoned acting background, her set of photos was completed rapidly and with high quality.

During the shoot, the male lead Pei Xingyi’s look was finalized, and Tang Yuan’s revised styling was also approved, so they joined in as well. The various leads and supporting actors took individual and group photos.

Unknowingly, it became noon.

Song Zhishu smacked his lips as he reviewed the morning’s results on the monitor. With a broad wave of his hand, he announced, “Alright, everyone go eat. We officially start filming the first scene this afternoon.”

The crew let out a cheer and dispersed in small groups. Tang Yuan skipped over to Jiang Baihe. The two took the lunchboxes their assistants had brought and found an open spot to sit and eat.

The set wasn’t like home; filming schedules were tight, and there weren’t many chances to go out to a restaurant. Eating boxed meal sets was a routine occurrence—one Jiang Baihe had been well-accustomed to before transmigrating.

However, having been pampered at home lately, she hadn’t touched one in a while. Holding the crew’s lunchbox today and looking at the balanced set of meat and vegetables, Jiang Baihe actually felt a wave of nostalgia.

It felt like the old days. No transmigration, no rebirth—just her, working hard on her career on a film set. Jiang Baihe shook her head, suppressing the sudden sentimentality.

Then, she took out her phone and snapped a photo of the lunchbox, intending to “sell her misery” to Yan Shu.

Jiang Baihe: [Lunchbox.jpg]

Jiang Baihe: Have you eaten yet, Little President Yan? [Cat peeking.jpg]

Just as she put her phone away, Tang Yuan leaned in enviously: “Senior Sister, you have so much meat in your lunchbox.”

Tang Yuan counted on her fingers: “I think I haven’t touched meat for over a week.”

Although everyone knew her name, those in the crew who were closer to Jiang Baihe liked to call her “Senior Sister” both in and out of character. Jiang Baihe hadn’t been used to it at first, but after being called that dozens of times this morning, she had silently accepted it.

She glanced at Tang Yuan’s lunchbox. Not only was there no meat, there was barely any rice; it looked incredibly bland. It was clear she was cutting back on her daily intake to maintain her figure for the camera.

Actors had to put a lot of thought into weight loss. Even a tiny bit of weight gain would become a disaster under the lens. They enjoyed the fame and fortune that came with being a star, but they also had to pay the price in effort.

Jiang Baihe looked at Tang Yuan with pity: “You’ve worked hard.”

Fortunately, both before and after transmigrating, Jiang Baihe had the type of constitution that didn’t gain weight easily. While she watched her calories, she didn’t have to be as extreme as Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan wrinkled her nose and sighed miserably: “Ugh! I miss my fried chicken, burgers, iced cola, BBQ, hotpot, and spicy soup…”

Jiang Baihe had been eating fine, but hearing Tang Yuan list those items made her own food lose its flavor. Just then, Yan Shu replied to her message, reciprocally sending her own menu for the day.

Looking at the photo Yan Shu sent—three lavish and delicious dishes accompanied by a rich bowl of corn and pork rib soup—then looking back at her own dry lunchbox…

Jiang Baihe: “…”

This acting life… forget it!

Inside Qingyao City, people bustled about. Children played, vendors hawked their wares along the streets, and travelers came and went… every plant and tree in the city held the charm of time.

Yu Qingqing looked around with curiosity. Having grown up in the Qingyao Sect, she rarely descended the mountain and seldom saw such a lively scene. This time, she had specifically avoided her Senior Sister, taken a mission, and sneaked down the mountain. She didn’t know when her Senior Sister would catch up, so she had to make the most of this rare leisure time.

Yu Qingqing nibbled on a stick of candied haws while wandering through the market, occasionally stopping at interesting stalls. She had just caught a thief who stole a wallet; the owner wanted to give her a reward to show gratitude. But Yu Qingqing believed she was just performing a righteous deed and didn’t need payment, so she politely refused. However, the owner felt uneasy and insisted she take it.

It was Yu Qingqing’s first time encountering such an insistent stranger. After several refusals, she was at a loss. Just as she was about to violate her Senior Sister’s years of instruction and take the money, she spotted a vendor selling candied haws.

A thought struck her, and she asked the owner to buy her a stick of candied haws as a thank you. This way, the price wasn’t high, the vendor made a sale, and the owner’s desire to repay her was satisfied. A perfect decision—three birds with one stone.

Yu Qingqing was feeling quite pleased with herself when a sudden commotion erupted from the road ahead.

“Move! Get out of the way! The horses are out of control!”

Pedestrians fled in panic. Yu Qingqing looked back and saw a girl with a mobility impairment being pushed by the frantic crowd, falling right into the middle of the road. She looked at the charging carriage, paralyzed with fear.

Yu Qingqing’s eyes narrowed. Instinctively, she flew forward, scooped the girl up, and spun her away to safety. However, the driver, trying to avoid the girl, also chose to veer—right toward Yu Qingqing’s landing spot.

Seeing the carriage about to hit them, it was too late to dodge again. Yu Qingqing flipped over to shield the girl, preparing to tank the impact with her own body. She was a cultivator; getting injured wasn’t a big deal, but for a commoner, this collision could be fatal.

Yu Qingqing closed her eyes, braced for the pain, only to hear the rustle of clothes in the air. Simultaneously, two sharp clangs of swords being unsheathed rang out. The horses whinnied and crashed to the ground.

When Yu Qingqing opened her eyes, she saw the fallen horses and a familiar figure before her. She cried out in surprise: “Senior Sister! What are you doing here?”

A man in black robes sheathed his sword and stepped forward, bowing in apology: “The horses lost control and nearly hurt you. I am truly sorry. This lady’s skills are extraordinary—may I ask which sect you hail from? I shall surely come to offer a formal apology another day.”

The girl in red and white robes ignored the man. She first turned to check on Yu Qingqing, and seeing she was unharmed, she waved her hand. The azure sword impaled in the horse obeyed her command and flew back into her hand.

Yi Xingyuan (the male lead) narrowed his eyes at her movement, silently sizing up the group.

The girl in red had a face as cold as frost, devoid of warmth. Her voice was equally flat as she stated indifferently:

“Qingyao Sect, Yu Wuhuan.”