A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 5

To prevent entertainment reporters from camping out and blocking the path, the production crew hadn’t installed many lights in the contestants’ exit tunnel. Only a few dim, yellow ceiling lamps remained, providing just enough light to see the ground ahead.

Consequently, it wasn’t until the person ran up to them that the two could see clearly who it was.

“It’s Lin Yiqiu…” Song Jia said in surprise. “What is she doing here?”

Song Jia turned and whispered: “You didn’t do something else to harm her just to benefit yourself, did you? Is she here specifically to cause trouble?”

Jiang Baihe was caught between laughter and tears. She also lowered her voice, which became muffled behind her mask: “I’ve been framed! I didn’t have a single bit of contact with her during the entire competition!”

Song Jia shot Jiang Baihe a look, clearly not trusting her explanation. Seeing this, Jiang Baihe could only shrug innocently.

As Lin Yiqiu reached them, Jiang Baihe tilted her head up slightly—it turned out Lin Yiqiu was actually taller than her. Jiang Baihe had always thought her 172cm (5’8″) height was quite statuesque, but she hadn’t expected Lin Yiqiu to be five centimeters taller. Fortunately, both had excellent proportions, and since they were both Alphas, this height was actually a major plus for them.

“Hello!” Lin Yiqiu had run quite fast and was currently panting slightly. She looked at Jiang Baihe and stuttered: “I… I…”

Seeing this, Song Jia quietly shifted a step, partially shielding Jiang Baihe. If things went south, she was ready to shove Jiang Baihe straight into the car. But she never expected Lin Yiqiu’s next sentence to be:

“Can I have your contact information?”

The two of them: “???”

A faint red cloud crept onto Lin Yiqiu’s fair face. She looked at Jiang Baihe, her eyes full of admiration and respect. “There were too many people backstage just now, so I didn’t have a chance to talk to you.”

“I’ve studied dance for seventeen years, and I especially loved your performance today! So I wanted to add you as a friend; maybe we can discuss these topics together in the future…”

Listening to Lin Yiqiu, Jiang Baihe really wanted to say: Better not, I really don’t want to keep dancing.

But looking at the girl before her—so sincere and clearly viewing dance as her life’s calling—Jiang Baihe couldn’t bring herself to say it.

She suddenly remembered that in the original novel’s Shining 404 arc, the unlucky teammate framed by Li Ran’s water-splashing was Lin Yiqiu. And after the scumbag Alpha used underhanded means to take first place, the unlucky second-place contestant who got pushed down was also Lin Yiqiu.

For the original Lin Yiqiu, this show was truly a “dream-crusher.”

Jiang Baihe reflected that in Shining 404, while there were people like Li Ran who focused on petty schemes, there were also contestants like this who worked tirelessly for their dreams and their craft.

Now that she had exited the show without any “royal scripts” or backdoors, if Lin Yiqiu performed normally, she should be able to take the championship this time, right?

Since the original scumbag had caused so much trouble earlier in the season, the current Jiang Baihe didn’t want to make more enemies. She nodded gently: “Sure.”

Hearing this, Lin Yiqiu excitedly whipped out her phone and presented a QR code. It looked like she had been prepared for a while.

Jiang Baihe gave her an amused look, took out her own phone, and scanned the code.

A few seconds later, Jiang Baihe let out an awkward, “Uh…”

She hesitated for a moment before saying to Lin Yiqiu: “Uh, sorry, but the code you gave me… seems to be a ‘Receive Payment’ code.”

Lin Yiqiu: “…”

The bystander Song Jia: “…”

Back at the Shallow Water Bay Villa

Jiang Baihe changed her shoes at the entryway and walked into the living room with a yawn.

The lights in the living room were still on, and the voice of a news anchor occasionally drifted from the TV. As Jiang Baihe walked closer, she spotted a figure curled up on the sofa.

It was Yan Shu.

Jiang Baihe asked in surprise, “It’s so late, why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Yan Shu turned her head, seemingly just realizing Jiang Baihe was back. She tilted the glass in her hand toward Jiang Baihe; the warm, milky-white liquid inside rippled against the glass, creating layer after layer of soft waves. “Mhm, I only got back a little while ago myself.”

Hearing Yan Shu’s words, Jiang Baihe glanced at the clock on the wall. The hands had already quietly passed twelve and were heading toward one.

Jiang Baihe clicked her tongue and sat down beside Yan Shu without hesitation, nearly huddling against her. She said, “Work will never be finished. Little President Yan~ don’t work overtime this late next time, okay?”

“…Okay.”

With Yan Shu sitting beside her, Jiang Baihe leaned back into the sofa and slowly closed her eyes.

The amount of physical activity today had been a bit much for her, and the intensity of the competition had slightly exceeded her expectations. She hadn’t felt it as much while on set, but now that she was home, a wave of exhaustion hit her instantly.

She felt some movement beside her—it seemed someone had stood up from the sofa and was walking elsewhere.

Jiang Baihe didn’t open her eyes. A thought of “As I expected” popped into her mind, but she couldn’t help feeling a tiny pang of disappointment. The sofa was huge; it could fit several more people, not just two. She had intentionally sat so close to Yan Shu just to test her attitude.

Since transmigrating, Jiang Baihe had gradually adapted to life here, but she still struggled to define the relationship between herself and Yan Shu. Calling them strangers felt wrong since they were married, but calling them lovers… she wasn’t sure what Yan Shu thought.

She had resigned herself to being a “tool,” since originally, Yan Shu had only married the useless scumbag Alpha to solve her pheromone defect.

What a pity…

Just as she was thinking this, she heard the sound of Yan Shu walking back. She opened her eyes in surprise to see Yan Shu approaching with two glasses.

“Try some?” Yan Shu leaned over slightly. Her loose black hair brushed against her long, fair neck, partially concealing the Omega’s mysterious glands.

Yan Shu handed the glass of warm milk to Jiang Baihe. She spoke softly, with a hint of tension in her voice that went unnoticed: “I didn’t know your preference, so I didn’t add sugar.”

Jiang Baihe looked at the hand reached out to her, her fingertips twitching slightly. She smiled and took the glass. “Thanks.”

The two of them sat in the cool air-conditioning, huddled together on the sofa drinking milk. The “emo” mood and exhaustion were swept away by the warm milk. Jiang Baihe even felt like she could go out for a long-distance run right now. Of course, she was only thinking it; if she actually ran, her limbs would probably be out of commission tomorrow.

As they slowly sipped their milk, they occasionally commented on the news playing on the TV. Jiang Baihe suddenly felt that this kind of life was quite nice. No grueling work, no annoying social obligations—just lazily hiding away in one place.

She set down her empty glass and looked at Yan Shu.

Yan Shu didn’t notice the gaze. She drained her own glass, and as if sensing some milk residue on her lips, her tongue darted out to lick her lip.

Watching Yan Shu, Jiang Baihe felt like she was watching a little kitten eat. The “moe” factor made her heart stir; she just wanted to reach out and give her a “rua” (pet/squish).

She pulled a tissue from the table and leaned toward Yan Shu.

“You missed a spot.”

Jiang Baihe used the tissue to wipe the milk from Yan Shu’s lip.

This sudden movement closed the distance between them. They were so close that Jiang Baihe could clearly see Yan Shu’s eyelashes trembling from nervousness. The sound of the TV seemed to fade away. The air became thick and syrupy. Someone’s heartbeat was quietly accelerating. Even their shadows on the floor looked like a pair of lovers in an intimate embrace.

It’s a perfect atmosphere for a kiss, Jiang Baihe thought.

Just then, a faint, cool pheromone scent wafted from Yan Shu. It was like a winter day after the first snowfall—clear, cold, and ethereal. It was a wonderful smell.

“New Snow.”

That was the name of Yan Shu’s pheromones.

Before Jiang Baihe could react, Yan Shu had already noticed her own pheromones leaking. She bit her lower lip, and a flush of shyness rose onto her cheeks, which were usually hidden behind a mask of icy composure.

For an Omega to release their pheromones in such an ambiguous atmosphere… any normal Alpha would know exactly what she meant.

But…

Jiang Baihe wasn’t a “normal” person (of this world)!

In her original world, there was no such thing as ABO genders or pheromones. Although she had accepted her Alpha status and learned the most important facts, she had no idea about these subtle, “strange” common-sense social cues.

So, when Jiang Baihe felt the pheromones, she actually pulled back.

Thinking of Yan Shu’s medical condition, she looked at her with genuine worry and said: “Your pheromones seem to be leaking suddenly. Do you need to apply some more scent-blocker? Or should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?”

Yan Shu: “…”

Yan Shu: “???”