A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 33

The evening breeze in the mountains rustled the leaves, bringing a wave of cold, but the chilly winter wind could not blow away the warmth in Jiang Baihe’s heart.

After clearing things up with Jiang Yuanyuan, she pulled Yan Shu away to catch up properly, having not seen her for many days. She had initially considered taking Yan Shu to the filming camp, but then thought better of it; the barbecue party was far too crowded and noisy—hardly a good place for a private talk.

So, she took Yan Shu for a stroll near the villa.

“Little President Yan, what made you run all the way here in the middle of the night!”

Jiang Baihe walked ahead of Yan Shu, facing her and walking backward. The road here was flat and mostly free of obstacles. Combined with their slow pace, there was no need to worry about tripping. Besides, Yan Shu was there to keep an eye on the path for her; if she were truly about to fall, Yan Shu would surely speak up to warn her.

An unconscious smile hung on the corners of Jiang Baihe’s lips. Since seeing Yan Shu, she felt as if her entire being was soaked in a pink river of love, floating in bubbles of happiness. She hadn’t expected Yan Shu to actually come to see her, let alone at this hour; it was a magnificent surprise.

The joy in Jiang Baihe’s heart seemed to materialize into the surrounding air, making it palpable even to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu turned her head slightly in an unnatural gesture and cleared her throat, explaining: “I came to see… the cat.”

Hearing Yan Shu’s deliberate attempt to disguise the reason for her arrival, Jiang Baihe’s smile widened even further. She suddenly stopped in the middle of the path.

Because Jiang Baihe stopped so abruptly, Yan Shu almost couldn’t brake in time due to momentum. She barely managed to control herself, preventing a direct collision into Jiang Baihe’s arms.

“You…”

A flash of confusion crossed Yan Shu’s eyes; she didn’t understand why Jiang Baihe had suddenly stopped. Then, she saw Jiang Baihe lift a hand slowly to the side of her face, her red lips parting slightly:

“Meow~”

Hearing this sudden, small cat-call, Yan Shu: ???

Jiang Baihe, however, wore a mischievous grin. She mimicked the gesture of a “Maneki-neko” (beckoning cat), waving her hand at Yan Shu as she continued: “Meow~ hello there, my name is Cat.”

Yan Shu: “…”

The cool breeze blew past, fluttering their clothes and the long hair around their faces, and also ruffling the surface of Yan Shu’s normally calm heart. Under the moonlight, Jiang Baihe’s face—bright with a wild, unrestrained smile—was so vivid that she seemed to glow in the dark, reflecting directly into Yan Shu’s eyes.

For a moment, it felt as though her heart had been scorched by molten lava. A surge of heat rose from her chest to her neck, and from her neck to her head, as if she were about to be consumed by fire—exactly how Jiang Baihe made her feel right now.

Dazed, Yan Shu raised a hand to touch her earlobe and felt a pulse of warmth. She knew her earlobes must be red again. Ever since she started interacting with the “transformed” Jiang Baihe, this part of her body stopped obeying her; it would flush at the slightest provocation, as if the sunset clouds had decided to make a permanent home there.

Yan Shu thought to herself that if this continued, her ears would eventually be worn out by Jiang Baihe’s antics. Yet, the atmosphere of joy in the air seemed contagious. Even though Jiang Baihe’s behavior left her utterly stunned, Yan Shu couldn’t help but let out a smile.

Yan Shu reached out and gave Jiang Baihe’s head two light pats, admitting: “Alright then, big ‘Kitty,’ I came to see you.”

Finally receiving a definitive answer from Yan Shu, Jiang Baihe was as delighted as a child rewarded with candy by an adult, feeling infinitely satisfied. Her eyes sparkled as she tugged at Yan Shu’s sleeve, seemingly switching in an instant from a cute kitten to a clingy puppy. She blurted out: “Kitty is happy tonight. Kitty wants a kiss.”

This time, it wasn’t just the earlobes; Yan Shu’s entire face burned bright red. Forget kissing—for the past two months, they had maintained a lukewarm relationship. Even though they were legally married, they had rarely even shared a hug.

Yan Shu couldn’t help but shoot Jiang Baihe a look. She felt that if she didn’t reign her in, Jiang Baihe would likely turn the whole night upside down. So, she said softly: “Stop fooling around.”

Hearing this, Jiang Baihe rubbed her nose and let out a regretful sigh in her heart. However, she knew such things couldn’t be rushed. Compared to a love that burns like dry wood and fire, she preferred the slow, steady companionship of a gentle stream. After all, they were already bound; barring any accidents, she had a lifetime ahead of her.

The two walked outside for a while. Concerned that Yan Shu might be tired from the long trip, Jiang Baihe led her back to the villa. Yan Shu had booked a suite there. When Jiang Baihe escorted her to the door, they happened to run into Special Assistant Jin Wen.

Jiang Baihe was in a great mood and chatted with her with a beaming smile for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Jin Wen, who had only come out for a glass of hot water, noticed the ambiguous atmosphere between the two and knew something must have happened tonight. Though she didn’t show it on her face, she was screaming internally.

Wuwuwu, is my cold, witty, and brilliant little cabbage Yan Shu really going to be uprooted by this Alpha Jiang Baihe?!

Love… what on earth is it that makes it more attractive than making money?! the “forever single” Jin Wen wondered.

Sensing the complex emotions in Jin Wen’s eyes, Jiang Baihe was bewildered but couldn’t quite grasp the meaning. She simply assumed Jin Wen was thinking about work. For a moment, she sent a look of admiration toward this “Iron Lady” who wouldn’t forget work even on vacation, and then stopped bothering her.

Jiang Baihe looked at Yan Shu, who had already stepped halfway into the room, and smiled: “I have a scene tomorrow morning at nine. If you’re interested, you can come to the set to hang out.”

Yan Shu nodded gently. “Alright.”

“Then, goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams.”

The next morning, sunlight spilled over the earth, but the biting wind ensured that the sun provided little warmth. Jiang Baihe’s scenes were scheduled for later; having changed into her costume, she sat as usual next to Director Song Zhishu and Screenwriter Qin.

Normally, she would sit here quietly with her small stool when she had no takes. But today was different. She couldn’t stay still for a second—either pulling out her phone to scroll or constantly looking over her shoulder.

The main camera was being handled by the assistant director today. Song Zhishu stood nearby with his megaphone, offering occasional tips. Mid-filming, he was finally distracted by Jiang Baihe’s constant fidgeting and couldn’t help but say: “Little White Crane, if you have to go, go to the restroom. It’s not your turn for a while.”

Screenwriter Qin burst into laughter and said meaningfully: “Director Song, she’s not ‘urging’ to go; she’s just eager in her heart.”

Jiang Baihe: “…”

Hearing the screenwriter’s teasing, Jiang Baihe cleared her throat and covered her mouth. Seeing Song Zhishu lift a water bottle to drink, she crooked a finger at him. Only after he had completely swallowed did she whisper: “Yan Shu is here.”

Song Zhishu: ???

He looked at the thermos in his hand and said with a dry smile: “Well, I really ought to thank you.” He meant it—if she hadn’t waited until he finished that gulp, he surely would have sprayed it all over in shock.

Jiang Baihe intentionally ignored his sarcasm, waved a hand, and put on a face that said you’re welcome: “Don’t mention it.”

Song Zhishu smacked his lips, still in disbelief. He whispered: “I’m the damn lead director. Why did no one notify me that an investor was coming?”

“Because she’s not here to inspect the crew.” Jiang Baihe said with a beaming smile, like a peacock spreading its feathers. Her voice was laced with a mix of excitement and annoying pride: “She’s here specifically to see me.”

Song Zhishu, Screenwriter Qin: How loathsome! The sour stench of love!

Regardless, Jiang Baihe’s confession served as a heads-up for Song Zhishu. He figured this was the investor’s first visit to the set; even if it wasn’t an inspection, they should maintain a good atmosphere and showcase the crew’s proactive and high-spirited morale.

Consequently, he roared out every single detail that needed fixing, scaring the wits out of the crew members who had been a bit lazy lately. Everyone wondered what kind of madness had gripped Director Song today.

After that little episode, Jiang Baihe lowered her head to scroll through her phone. At a certain moment, her heart skipped a beat. Sensing something, she turned around and saw a figure walking over with light steps.

Before she could get too excited, the makeup artist called out softly: “Senior Sister, come for a touch-up. Getting ready for your scene.”

Jiang Baihe ashed her teeth, thinking the timing couldn’t be worse. But work came first; if she delayed here, the whole crew would be held up. So, she stood and walked over.

Sitting in her dedicated makeup chair, Jiang Baihe could vaguely see through the mirror’s reflection that Yan Shu was greeting Song Zhishu before taking the seat Jiang Baihe had just vacated. The thought of Yan Shu watching her perform on stage suddenly made her heart surge with nerves. In all her years of acting, she rarely felt such pre-performance jitters; it was a rare feeling for her.

She couldn’t help but say softly to the makeup artist: “Sister, please make me look a bit prettier today.”

The makeup artist was surprised but smiled: “Of course, though your base is already beautiful enough.” This wasn’t a lie. Jiang Baihe’s features were exquisite to begin with, and her skin was fair and translucent. After half a month in the sun, everyone else was tanning, requiring their foundation shades to be adjusted every few days, but Jiang Baihe remained largely unchanged, as if the sun couldn’t touch her.

She looked stunning even without makeup, let alone after—she carried that cold, ethereal aura of Yu Wuhuan, making her look like a person to be admired from afar but not trifled with.

It wasn’t just the makeup artist who thought so. Outside the set, sitting on the small stool and witnessing a filming site for the first time, Yan Shu felt the same. She retracted her gaze from Jiang Baihe, took the water Screenwriter Qin handed her, and took a small sip. Song Zhishu chatted with her aimlessly, occasionally praising Jiang Baihe until it was finally her turn to go on.

The Jiang Baihe in-character was a stark contrast to the one off-camera. She possessed a natural magnetism that pulled people into the scene. This power was what had made Song Zhishu decide to use a rookie back then, and it was now making Yan Shu, the outsider, feel as though she were about to be drawn in.

Yan Shu thought to herself: Jiang Baihe is truly a wonder.

Beautiful off-camera, beautiful in-character; beautiful when acting spoiled last night, and beautiful now while being cold and aloof. She was so full of surprises, and… so heart-stirring.