A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 34

A great beauty had suddenly appeared on the outskirts of the set, and as soon as she arrived, she sat directly next to Director Song. Such a commotion could not possibly escape the notice of the busy crew members.

In unobserved corners, several staff members were whispering and speculating about her identity.

Since taking over the Sihai Group, Yan Shu had rarely appeared in public or on camera. The only existing reports online were a few interviews conducted by first-class provincial or national financial news outlets. However, those took place years ago when she first took the helm; so much time had passed that few remembered them. Moreover, the industry she operated in didn’t overlap with the circles most people on this set followed.

Aside from those well-versed in financial news or those with special insider channels, many didn’t know that the mysterious beauty before them was the young powerhouse in charge of the Sihai Group. Consequently, a group of bored staff members began making wild guesses.

Some thought she might be a friend of Director Song, just passing by to watch the filming; others thought she might be close to Jiang Baihe, since she sat directly in Jiang Baihe’s small chair the moment she arrived. A personal chair that carried status—someone without a bit of clout wouldn’t dare sit in it casually.

There were many guesses, but no one dared to guess she was an investor. In everyone’s stereotype, investors were usually middle-aged men with beer bellies like Chen Sheng or Lin Yi. The person before them was simply too young and far too beautiful to be easily associated with the term “investor.”

Ironically, the first possibility ruled out by the staff was Yan Shu’s true identity.

It wasn’t until Song Zhishu revealed during the lunch break that she was the investor from Sihai that a collective cold breath was sucked in across the set. No one dared to talk recklessly anymore; everyone tucked their tails and behaved.

When Jiang Baihe went out to remove her makeup after her scene, she was met with this strange atmosphere. Sensing the heavy air, she asked curiously, “What’s wrong with everyone?”

It was a rare break; why did everyone look so somber?

Tang Yuan quietly approached Jiang Baihe. She had just heard from her assistant what had happened outside and was equally incredulous. She lowered her voice and asked curiously, “Senior Sister, is that person over there… your boss’s boss?”

Jiang Baihe gave a wry smile. Her acting contract was with Sihai Entertainment, which was a subsidiary of the Sihai Group, so Yan Shu was indeed her boss’s boss. However, while everyone else called her “President Yan” or “CEO,” Jiang Baihe was the only one who dared to casually call her “Little President Yan.”

Thinking of something, Jiang Baihe beckoned Tang Yuan closer and whispered a secret into her ear. Tang Yuan, who had been listening nonchalantly, widened her eyes instantly, her shock turning into a stutter.

“You-you-you! She-she-she!”

Tang Yuan’s finger trembled as she pointed at Jiang Baihe, looking as if she had just heard a ghost story. Jiang Baihe found the reaction amusing. She had only revealed that she and Yan Shu were in a legal marriage; it wasn’t as if Tang Yuan didn’t already know she was married.

“Calm down, calm down,” Jiang Baihe said slowly.

Tang Yuan patted her chest, finally catching her breath. “You’re going to scare someone to death!”

She knew Jiang Baihe was married, but she never imagined her partner would have such a massive background! That’s Sihai! The titan of City A!

She suddenly understood the Shen Yun incident. It could have ended normally, but instead, a mountain of hidden scandals was leaked, which spilled out of the industry circles and completely severed Shen Yun’s career. Tang Yuan’s manager had analyzed it as the work of someone both calculated and powerful who intended to blackball Shen Yun permanently. Now it seemed the “mastermind” was this mysterious person.

Tang Yuan’s feelings were complex. She was about to say more when she caught Jiang Baihe’s gaze in the mirror. That look… it was like a student fervently waiting for the final bell of class.

It was a look of eager anticipation. Like an ant on a hot pan, circling around the heat—the only way out was to find the right direction.

And Jiang Baihe’s direction was Yan Shu.

Tang Yuan suddenly felt her worries were redundant. She gave a lively smile and sent Jiang Baihe a wink. “A match made in heaven. I wish you eternal happiness, Senior Sister~”

The smile on Jiang Baihe’s lips never faded. “Thank you, we certainly will be.”

The crew prepared to resume work after lunch. Jiang Baihe quickly changed out of her costume and makeup and rushed to Yan Shu’s side.

“Little President Yan, sorry for the wait. You really could have gone to eat first.”

“It’s fine.” Yan Shu shook her head gently and looked her over. Unlike the Jiang Baihe she saw on set this morning, this personality and appearance were the ones she was familiar with. “Let’s go.”

The three of them—including Xiao Xu, who was carrying the bags—headed toward the villa. As Jiang Baihe’s sole assistant, Xiao Xu was well-trained by Song Jia to lower her presence in such moments. She stayed several paces behind, giving the two enough private space.

“First time visiting a film set. How does it feel?” Jiang Baihe asked.

What she really wanted to ask was what Yan Shu thought of her acting, but asking directly felt like bragging. Though Jiang Baihe acted spoiled in front of Yan Shu, she still had her pride. She was confident in her skills—even compared to a Film King like Pei Xingyi—so she hoped for genuine praise rather than a forced compliment.

Yan Shu crossed her arms, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “It feels… magical. The moment you step on set, the way people perceive you changes completely. Especially you.”

Yan Shu wasn’t lying. For the extras, the change in aura was weak, but for Tang Yuan, Pei Xingyi, and Jiang Baihe, the transformation was vivid. This was a core skill; their acting was solid enough to separate their daily selves from their characters.

It was as if they all had split personalities.

Thinking of that word, Yan Shu couldn’t help but recall the days when she suspected Jiang Baihe of having Dissociative Identity Disorder. If she had seen her act back then, she wouldn’t have had those thoughts. Instead, she would have wondered if Jiang Baihe was wearing a mask in daily life too, performing a play no one noticed.

“This is probably… mm…” Yan Shu thought of the book she saw in Jiang Baihe’s room and concluded, “An Actor Prepares?”

Jiang Baihe was tickled by the reference. Sensing the genuine praise, her heart felt buoyant. They chatted aimlessly on the way back to the villa, and because time was tight on set, they hurried their pace.

In the dining hall, the group sat at their usual table—Director Song, Screenwriter Qin, Tang Yuan, and Pei Xingyi. Pei Xingyi was the only one who hadn’t met Yan Shu, but having heard the rumors, he greeted her warmly. “President Yan, hello.”

“Hello.”

Because most people at the table were friendly with Jiang Baihe, Yan Shu responded politely. However, her tone was cold and her face was indifferent, showing none of the warmth she displayed toward Jiang Baihe. This, however, was her normal state, so no one found it odd.

The group ate quietly, occasionally chatting about plot points or entertainment news. Despite the chatter, everyone ate quickly. Yan Shu noticed the other staff members were practically bolting their food. Even the leads didn’t dare eat too much, fearing they’d vomit during physically demanding scenes later.

Yan Shu’s grip on her chopsticks tightened. She stole a glance at Jiang Baihe, who was chatting happily with Director Song. This visit was teaching Yan Shu a lot about things she never understood before—especially the kind of life Jiang Baihe lived on set.

Filming resumed in the afternoon. Yan Shu sat in the same spot, but this time she turned to discuss something with Song Zhishu. Hearing her proposal, Song Zhishu was surprised but smiled and agreed.

Around three or four o’clock, the cold wind began to howl again. The sudden chill made the crew shiver. Just then, the villa owner’s wife appeared, pushing a small dining cart toward the set, accompanied by the elusive Jin Wen.

Song Zhishu waited for a break in the scene, then picked up his megaphone. “Alright, everyone take fifteen minutes. Our investor saw how hard you’re working and brought you ‘the first cup of winter’—milk tea, coffee, and hot cocoa!”

The crew: !!!