A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 21.2

Seeing Jiang Baihe so proactive, Ai Ya didn’t delay and began the preparation. As a genderless person, she wouldn’t be affected by others’ pheromones, making her perfect for the task. To distract Jiang Baihe, Ai Ya started a new topic: “Do you know how Darling and I met?”

“How?” Jiang Baihe asked.

“Before she was 18, she couldn’t control the release and retraction of her pheromones at all. Once her immunity improved at 18, things got slightly better, so she often attended medical forums to find a permanent cure. I was a volunteer at one meeting and accidentally spilled water all over her after being bumped into. That’s how we met.”

A chance encounter led Yan Shu to discover Ai Ya’s talent and gave her hope for a cure. That led to the magical event of Yan Shu poaching her from medical school to be her personal doctor.

The needle tip gently pierced the sensitive, fragile back of the neck, bringing a sharp pain. Jiang Baihe bit her lip but didn’t cry out. “Mmm, sounds like the beginning of a romance novel.”

“Right? I thought so too,” Ai Ya agreed. “Still holding up? Just a little longer.”

The over-release and extraction made the back of her neck throb painfully. Jiang Baihe didn’t answer directly, only asking softly, “Is it always this painful for Little President Yan?”

“Yes. Years ago, she had to come for treatment every two weeks. Now that I’ve found medication to help her control it, it’s better—she only comes once every two months.”

Jiang Baihe fell silent. Thinking of Yan Shu attending medical lectures alone and then coming to the institute for such painful treatments made her heart ache. She hadn’t known before, but from now on, she would stay by Yan Shu’s side through this until they found a perfect solution.

Once the extraction was finished, Ai Ya took Jiang Baihe for a blood draw. By the time they finished, Yan Shu’s tests were also done. Jiang Baihe met the emerging Yan Shu at the door. Recalling what Ai Ya had said about Yan Shu’s childhood, Jiang Baihe instinctively reached out and took Yan Shu’s wrist.

Yan Shu was surprised by the sudden contact, but seeing Jiang Baihe’s natural expression, she didn’t pull away and let her lead her. They walked together to the exit.

“The results will take a few days. Darling, I won’t see you out. See you soon,” Ai Ya waved.

“Goodbye.”

On the way back, Jiang Baihe sat in the back seat with Yan Shu. Seeing that Yan Shu still looked a bit pale, she asked worriedly, “Little President Yan, how do you feel? Does it still hurt?”

“It’s okay.” Yan Shu pursed her lips. Unaccustomed to such concern, she looked a bit awkward. “I’m used to it.”

Jiang Baihe sighed internally. Studying corporate management as a child, being bullied by peers, and managing the Sihai Group under the pressure of a physiological illness… I don’t know how she endured it.

Is there any way to make her a little happier?

Jiang Baihe was racking her brain, wishing she were Doraemon so she could pull something new out of a pocket to please Yan Shu. She glanced out the window and caught sight of a Ferris wheel spinning in the distance. A light flickered in her eyes. She turned to Yan Shu.

“Yan Shu, I want to take you somewhere.”

It wasn’t until they were actually standing at the entrance of the amusement park that Yan Shu snapped out of it. “Are you sure… it’s here?”

Yan Shu looked at the crowds—mostly parents with children or couples in love, everyone wearing a joyful smile. The two of them, young and beautiful, didn’t look out of place among them.

Jiang Baihe nodded, her eyes bright. She said mischievously, “I bet you’ve never been to an amusement park before? Since we have time today, I brought you here to play.”

Yan Shu said nothing. She truly had never been to such a place. As a child, she was either studying at home or at school. In the Yan family, emotional bonds weren’t strong, even between parents and children. No one would have brought her here. In the eyes of some family members, such play was a waste of time better spent making money.

Jiang Baihe was the only person who wanted to break her old, rigid lifestyle. Yan Shu felt a mix of emotions, but she couldn’t hide her excitement.

“Since we’re here, let’s look around. If I don’t play enough before I get famous, I might not get another chance,” Jiang Baihe added, striking while the iron was hot. She had no doubt her drama would be a hit. Once she was famous, paparazzi and fans would make private time a luxury. Plus, an amusement park was a place to relax and wash away the gloom of the medical check-up.

Jiang Baihe clasped her hands under her chin and pouted. “Please, please?” Based on her observation of Little President Yan, she knew she wouldn’t be refused. She was right—Yan Shu gave a soft nod. Jiang Baihe did a mental “Yes!”

Before entering, Jiang Baihe asked seriously, “Are you afraid of heights? Can your body handle it?” Receiving a ‘no’ and a ‘yes,’ Jiang Baihe bought two tickets and pulled Yan Shu to the nearest line: the Pirate Ship.

Since it was a workday, the crowds were thin, and they moved through attractions quickly. Time flew as they conquered the Big Pendulum, the Drop Tower, and the Roller Coaster. They were practically wild. Jiang Baihe, having a naturally excitable side, didn’t suppress her joy. The biggest change was Yan Shu; she looked like an indifferent goddess who had been pulled into the lively human world by her follower. Seeing the excitement in Yan Shu’s eyes, Jiang Baihe knew her plan was perfect.

They explored almost every attraction. Jiang Baihe thought about the haunted house but worried that Yan Shu’s past trauma of being locked up might trigger a reaction in the dark, so she bypassed it and pointed to the massive Ferris wheel.

“Little President Yan, let’s go up and see.”

The Ferris wheel was massive and high, taking nearly twenty minutes for a full rotation. It stood at the center of the park as a landmark. They boarded a cabin, and the wheel began its slow ascent.

“They say you can see all of City A from the top,” Jiang Baihe said. “I think they’re exaggerating, the city isn’t that small.”

Yan Shu looked at the view and said calmly, “From the top floor of Sihai, I can see this Ferris wheel turning.” On nights she worked late, she often stared at it from the 42nd floor. She thought she’d never visit such a place, but here she was. She felt she had changed a lot. Shouting, joy, anticipation… these emotions rarely appeared in her before, and Jiang Baihe had brought them out bit by bit. It feels… quite nice.

Jiang Baihe watched the view. As the sun set, the sky turned red. The intersecting roads looked like ribbons, and the cars like ants. People below became tiny. Only the distant Sihai Group building, recognized as the city’s tallest, shone in the sunset—a giant rivaling the Ferris wheel.

Seeing Yan Shu captivated by the grand view, Jiang Baihe felt a sudden impulse. She wanted to ride Ferris wheels with Yan Shu, climb mountains to see sunrises, and walk on beaches… she wanted to help her escape the world’s noise and pamper her forever. She thought of the legend about Ferris wheels.

Jiang Baihe didn’t usually believe in such things, but in this atmosphere, she reached out and gripped Yan Shu’s hand. Looking at the surprised Yan Shu, she whispered:

“Yan Shu, the past is the past. From now on, I am with you.”

After descending, the atmosphere remained ambiguously awkward. Jiang Baihe looked away and gave a light cough. She hadn’t expected to be so impulsive. Still, it was how she felt. She looked at the silently walking Yan Shu, remembered her red ears on the wheel, and beamed.

“Little President Yan, are you hungry? Let’s go eat.”

Yan Shu stopped to check for a restaurant on her phone. “Okay.”

But Jiang Baihe gently stopped her hand. Yan Shu looked up, and Jiang Baihe said with a mischievous smile, “No high-end restaurants today. I’m taking you somewhere else!”

The crowds were bustling between food stalls—Sichuan spice, Cantonese tea houses—delicacies from everywhere. Standing at the entrance, Jiang Baihe inhaled the spicy, hot scents. “This is the familiar smell,” she sighed nostalgically.

Yan Shu looked around curiously. She only frequented high-end restaurants or normal eateries; she had never been to a street market. Is the food here really good? She wondered, seeing the glint in Jiang Baihe’s eyes.

Jiang Baihe felt a bit of mischief stirring. She naturally took Yan Shu’s wrist. “Too many people, let’s not get separated. Come! Tonight I’m taking you to sweep this food street!”

They dove into the crowd. When they emerged, they held skewers and boxes of various foods. Yan Shu couldn’t handle much spice, so Jiang Baihe ordered accordingly. They found a seat and began to feast. Once the “spoils” were gone, Jiang Baihe let out a satisfied burp. “This is living—”

Beside the five-star meals, one needs street snacks to balance the palate. Jiang Baihe made sure Yan Shu was adapting well. She needn’t have worried; Yan Shu looked satisfied. Because it was her first time, her satisfaction seemed even deeper than Jiang Baihe’s.

However, Yan Shu had a doubt. Looking at the nostalgic Jiang Baihe, she thought: The Jiangs are a mid-tier family. Jiang Baihe should have lived a life similar to mine. Why is she so familiar with this environment?

Yan Shu looked down. What exactly happened to make her so abnormal?

Jiang Baihe gave Yan Shu her fresh juice. It was late; it was time to go home. On the way to the car, Jiang Baihe spotted an accessory stall.

“Little President Yan~ let’s look over there.”

The stall owner was a friendly woman. Jiang Baihe picked up a white cat-ear headband. She excitedly beckoned Yan Shu and, ignoring her confusion, stood on her tiptoes to put the ears on Yan Shu’s head.

Jiang Baihe stepped back and clapped her hands in satisfaction. Yan Shu stood there looking lost, cute white cat ears “growing” from her black hair. She looked like a cat spirit who had just transformed into a human and been caught. Under the lights, she was a mix of pure and seductive.

Jiang Baihe was struck. Without thinking, she blurted out: “You little heart-stealing goblin!”

The stall owner: “…”

Yan Shu: “…”

Yan Shu thought silently: It’s time to consider burning all those “Overbearing CEO” novels hidden in Jiang Baihe’s bookshelf. To save her from talking such nonsense all day.

Morning sun hit the City A filming base. Jiang Baihe arrived early and was getting her makeup done. Tang Yuan, who arrived earlier, came over to chat after finishing her own.

“Whoa! Senior Sister! Where did you go to live it up yesterday?”

Jiang Baihe kept her eyes closed as the eyeliner was applied. “A check-up, then the amusement park and food street.”

“Food! Street!” Tang Yuan, on a diet, was heartbroken. But she remembered the first part. “Why a check-up? Are you unwell?”

“No,” Jiang Baihe replied vaguely, not wanting to reveal Yan Shu’s condition. “Just a routine physical.”

“That’s good.” Tang Yuan sat down. “You were lucky. You have no idea how many takes Director Song made us redo yesterday.”

Jiang Baihe opened her eyes. “With you and Brother Pei? How?”

“Heh.” Tang Yuan snorted. Seeing no strangers, she spoke the truth: “We were fine. We were dragged down by others.”

Jiang Baihe understood immediately. “Hard work.”

“You have no idea how far she goes. We’ve been filming so long and she still hasn’t memorized her lines. She misses her marks, steals the camera, and we can’t say anything because of her backing. You have a scene with her today, Senior Sister. Be careful. I don’t think she’ll let you off easily. She’s been targeting me since our last show together, not to mention she wanted your role.”

Jiang Baihe raised an eyebrow and thanked Tang Yuan. “I see.”

Tang Yuan vented: “Let’s go film! Film scenes that aren’t defined! Film scenes where we’re dragged down! Film scenes that never pass!”

Jiang Baihe suppressed a laugh at her dramatic tone. Just as she was about to comfort her, a voice came from the door.

“Little Tang Yuan, what are you shouting about so excitedly?”

Tang Yuan froze like a quail. She turned dryly. “Ahaha, Director Song! What a coincidence!”

Song Zhishu walked in, tapped Tang Yuan’s head with a rolled-up script, and said sternly, “If you get stuck today, I’ll cut your rations!”

“Tell that to someone else,” Tang Yuan stuck out her tongue and made a face behind him before leaving.

Only Jiang Baihe, the stylist, and the director remained. Song Zhishu sat down. “How was the check-up?”

“Nothing serious, thank you.”

“Good. Since you were away yesterday, I came to tell you the schedule. Pack your things next week; we’re heading to the location shoot early.”