A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 29

Country Y.

In an office decorated in classic British style, the sound of an object hitting the floor rang out.

Clang!

The items on the desk were swept to the floor by someone in a fit of rage. A man in a uniform stood before the desk, eyes cast down, not daring to make a sound.

“Didn’t you say her marriage partner was a good-for-nothing second-generation heir?”

A sharp female voice rang out from behind. She said spitefully, “Is this what you call ‘good-for-nothing’?”

Her dance was highly praised, her acting talent was staggering, and the Omega sent to seduce her was completely rebuffed… Lately, she had even used a medical report to silence all the internet trolls sent to smear Sihai.

If it happened once or twice, it could be called a coincidence. But for these things to happen repeatedly meant this person had completely escaped their control.

The uniformed man lowered his head even further. “I am very sorry. The initial investigation results did describe her that way, but…”

He didn’t know how this person had suddenly undergone such a massive transformation, becoming the polar opposite of the information in the investigation report. One was a lazy, selfish loafer; the other was a selfless talent with genuine skills. They were like two completely different people!

Recalling something, the man hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn’t dare hide it: “Furthermore, our operations seem to have been discovered by someone. We’ve encountered significant resistance lately.”

The woman gave a cold snort. She propped up her forehead and then chuckled. “Impressive… truly impressive!”

“I want to see exactly what else you’re capable of!”

City J. The sky was thick with clouds.

Yu Wuhuan held a long sword, walking unhurriedly into the dense depths of the forest. Her right arm had been slashed by some sharp weapon; blood seeped out bit by bit, dripping onto the ground from her hanging arm. Yet her face remained indifferent, as if the wounds weren’t on her own body.

Indeed: no pain, no feeling, no sorrow, no joy—like a pure killing machine. Killing a man in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles.

The men in black watched her from the shadows, huddling in corners, not daring to show their heads. Although they had orders to stop this woman, they truly didn’t want to become like the piles of corpses behind her.

This was a bandit stronghold on the mountain. While investigating, Yu Qingqing had stumbled upon a plot by the bandits and was subsequently kidnapped. The fortress was filled with traps and many guards. Her companion, Yi Xingyuan, had discussed the plan with Yu Wuhuan: one would draw the attention of the fortress’s killers, while the other would secretly search for where Yu Qingqing and the children were hidden.

The division of labor was set, and they acted separately. Yi Xingyuan’s idea of “drawing attention” meant using small tricks to create noise and lure the guards away. He never imagined Yu Wuhuan would be so violent, directly wielding her sword to leave the fortress’s men with no survivors.

By the time he found the unconscious children and the tied-up Yu Qingqing in a hidden tunnel, he was still wondering why his path had been so quiet, not encountering a single bandit. He had no time to overthink it, however, and quickly led Yu Qingqing and the children to escape. He had no idea that at the front gate, Yu Wuhuan had already slaughtered her way through the entire stronghold.

A pitter-patter of rain began to fall. A thunderclap rang out in the sky, masking the sound of a signal firework exploding. Yu Wuhuan narrowed her eyes, seeing the firework Yi Xingyuan had released in the distance to signal they were safe.

It seemed the rescue was successful. In that case, there were some things she could continue to question.

Yu Wuhuan lowered her eyes slightly. She used the tip of her sword to tilt up the chin of the fortress’s chief. The chief was gasping for breath; his body was covered in life-threatening wounds inflicted by Yu Wuhuan during their struggle. In his eyes, the woman before him was a demon! A demon who felt no pain!

Bright lightning streaked across the dark sky, casting a terrifying light on Yu Wuhuan—the only one left standing in the equally dim fortress. The chief’s body trembled as he heard the demon before him ask:

“The green lotus mark on your bodies… what exactly is it?”

“Cut!”

“The Eternal Tribulation, Scene 192, Take 1. Pass!”

“Where are the staff? Hurry, bring umbrellas and coats for the actors…”

The rain grew heavier. The set was a chaotic bustle. Jiang Baihe let out a soft breath and lowered the prop sword. Xiao Xu ran over with an umbrella, first draping a dry towel over Jiang Baihe to wipe the water, then pulling her under the rain shelter.

“Sister Baihe, dry yourself off quickly so you don’t catch a cold.” Xiao Xu closed the umbrella and helped wipe the areas where Jiang Baihe was soaked.

The weather had been sunny with a pleasant autumn breeze just days ago, but today it was suddenly overcast with a heavy downpour. Seizing the weather, the crew had shifted the schedule to film the rain scenes now, saving the cost of a water truck. Everyone had rushed to finish the scene before the rain got too heavy.

Filming in the rain was exhausting, but the results were quite good. The take was smooth; perhaps because everyone wanted to be “liberated” early, from the leads to the extras, not one person slipped up. It passed in a single take.

Even better, the timing of the thunder and lightning was perfect. Song Zhishu couldn’t help but clap and chuckle to himself. It seemed even the heavens were doing them a favor; only the actors were a bit miserable, getting drenched from head to toe.

After reviewing the footage, Song Zhishu walked over to the actors’ resting area. Seeing everyone looking like drowned rats, he didn’t dare look too happy and said sheepishly, “Ahem, everyone’s alright, right?”

“No…” the crowd retorted weakly. They weren’t alright; they just wanted to wash up and go home. Being sticky was incredibly uncomfortable.

Hearing the unanimous “no,” Song Zhishu laughed and scolded, “You’re a bunch of Alphas and Betas, how are you this fragile!” Still, he felt their resentment, so he waved his hand: “Dismissed! Go back and rest!”

“Yay!”

“Director is the best!”

After a few cheers, everyone hurriedly packed up. Jiang Baihe and Xiao Xu were no exception. Back at the villa, Jiang Baihe took a hot shower first. When she came out, a towel was draped over her head covering her un-dried hair. Since no one else was in the room, she dressed loosely and casually.

Jiang Baihe was rummaging through the cabinet for a hairdryer when someone knocked on the door. Thinking Xiao Xu had forgotten her keys, she straightened her appearance and opened the door.

“The hair… Oh, why is it you?”

Jiang Baihe was about to ask Xiao Xu where the hairdryer was, but looked up to see Jiang Yuanyuan standing there.

“Hi, Sister Baihe. I saw there were rain scenes today, so I borrowed the kitchen from the villa owner to boil some ginger soup.” Jiang Yuanyuan held a tray with several small bowls. “Drink some to ward off the cold so you don’t get sick.”

Jiang Baihe glanced at it and took a bowl with a smile. “Thank you for the hard work.”

“You’re welcome.”

Watching Jiang Yuanyuan leave, Jiang Baihe looked at the bowl in her hand and shrugged. She closed the door and set the soup on the nightstand, ignoring it, and continued her “great quest” for the hairdryer. She finally dug it out from a corner.

She dried her hair in the bathroom, and a moment later, the long-absent Xiao Xu ran back.

“Quick, quick, drink it while it’s hot!”

“What is it this time?” Jiang Baihe sprawled on the bed and took her usual water cup, taking a sip. “Ugh, so bitter.”

“The cold medicine Sister Song prepared. It seems a bit bitter.” Xiao Xu watched Jiang Baihe intensely as she drank it down, only then letting out a sigh of relief. This was her first time following Jiang Baihe to a location shoot. If she let her get sick, Song Jia would never forgive her. For the sake of her salary, Xiao Xu had been waiting outside for the water to boil so she could mix the medicine immediately.

Seeing Jiang Baihe drink it, Xiao Xu was relieved. She glanced around and saw the small bowl on the nightstand. “Huh, what’s that?”

“Oh, ginger soup from Jiang Yuanyuan.” Jiang Baihe rolled over on the bed. “Could you dump it out for me?”

“Ah? Why not drink it?”

Jiang Baihe made up a reason: “I just took medicine. In case the ingredients clash…”

Though a bit puzzled, Xiao Xu believed her and went to the bathroom to pour the soup away. Jiang Baihe narrowed her eyes, feeling sleepy. When working away from home, she didn’t dare touch or eat anything unless it was handed to her by someone she knew. Call it paranoia or drama, she preferred to avoid any potential traps to prevent “flipping her boat in a shallow ditch.”

With those thoughts, her mind grew heavy, her breathing steadied, and she fell into an afternoon nap.

Unlike the stormy City J, City A had already finished its rain a few hours ago. The clouds were dispersing, and bits of sunlight were appearing.

Yan Shu leaned against her desk, sipping red tea. Having sat for too long, she stood up to move a bit so she wouldn’t feel stiff. Lately, her favorite thing to do was to lean against the desk and look at the distant Ferris wheel from the 42nd-floor window. Because of the heavy rain, the Ferris wheel wasn’t running today. But she could still imagine it spinning based on her memory of riding it with Jiang Baihe.

It had been over a week. Jiang Baihe was busy filming, and Yan Shu was tied down at the company, so they remained “online friends.” This digital interaction was a novel experience for her, but not seeing her in person for so long made her feel unaccustomed.

Yan Shu set down her tea cup, intending to return to work, when her office door was pushed open. The only person bold enough—and permitted—to do so was Ai Ya. Yan Shu looked up, about to speak, but was surprised to see a rare look of seriousness on Ai Ya’s face.

She watched Ai Ya nimbly lock the door. Ensuring their conversation wouldn’t be heard by anyone outside, Yan Shu asked calmly, “Did something happen?”

“The reports are out.” Ai Ya pulled a chair over without ceremony and took a stack of papers from her bag. “Do you know?”

“It’s as if she was created specifically for you.”