A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 39

“Regarding The Eternal Tribulation… for its future development, I was thinking… Hey! Snap out of it!”

Sihai Entertainment, Song Jia’s private office.

Warm air was being pumped into the room as if it cost nothing, creating a cozy atmosphere. The toasty environment made Jiang Baihe, who had come to discuss business with Song Jia, feel incredibly drowsy. Seeing Jiang Baihe sitting in the chair with half-closed eyes, her head nodding in mid-air as if she were about to pass out any second, Song Jia reached out wordlessly and snapped her fingers sharply in front of her.

This sudden noise jerked Jiang Baihe awake.

“Were you out moonlighting as a thief last night?”

“No,” Jiang Baihe replied lazily, her eyes drifting upward with a noncommittal air.

It wasn’t that she was out thieving; rather… she had been so excited that she didn’t sleep all night.

She didn’t know why she was so exhilarated. With adrenaline surging through her veins, the excitement radiating from her brain made her unable to stop rolling around on her bed clutching her duvet. On one hand, she worried if her bold kiss would make Yan Shu think she was too forward; on the other, she thought the feeling was so wonderful that she wondered if she could get a few more chances. Two little voices bickered in her head, refusing to stop.

In short, Jiang Baihe—a “forever single” woman for over twenty years—suffered a full night of insomnia because of a kiss that was as pure as pure can be.

It wasn’t until she heard the sound of Yan Shu waking up for work that sleepiness finally took over, and she fell into a heavy slumber. She slept straight through until 3:00 PM. After waking up and grabbing a quick bite, she was hit by Song Jia’s “deadly” chain of calls and dragged to Sihai Entertainment to listen to her lecture.

Under the double hypnosis of the comfortable heating and the nagging voice, she was truly exhausted, wishing she could perform a one-second sleep-entry for Song Jia.

Seeing Jiang Baihe in this state, Song Jia was speechless, but she didn’t want to scold her too much. She cut to the chase: “I’ve booked a variety show for you. Filming starts after the New Year.”

Jiang Baihe patted her face to wake up a bit, then took the proposal Song Jia pushed toward her. Seeing the program’s name, she let out a low, smooth whistle.

“How did a variety show like this fall into my lap?”

The World is So Big was a hit show on Qingju TV. It had broken the curse that “sequels always flop.” Not only was the show booming with high ratings, but it had also turned several small celebrities with great “variety sense” into household names. Following the success of the second season, the third season was in urgent preparation, and the document in Jiang Baihe’s hand was the guest invitation from the production crew.

“Are you looking down on my connections, or underestimating your own value?” Song Jia gave her a flat look. “Find some time to look at your Star-Blog account.”

“Hmm?” Jiang Baihe raised an eyebrow and immediately opened Star-Blog on her phone.

To prevent accidentally liking something she shouldn’t while surfing, she had been using her side account lately and truly hadn’t noticed the status of her official account. One look, and she was stunned. As soon as she logged into the main account, her usually smooth phone stuttered for a moment before loading a shocking page.

Reposts, comments, and likes were all 999+.

And that 999+ was just the display limit for the official app; the real numbers were likely a hundred times that. Jiang Baihe was stunned. “What’s the situation?”

“Director Song and the others are editing while they film. They’ve moved the release date up, aiming for the post-New Year summer slot. So lately, the official account has been releasing a lot of behind-the-scenes footage, which has continuously drawn a lot of traffic to you.”

Jiang Baihe clicked into the official blog for The Eternal Tribulation and saw that the clips mostly featured interactions between the leads or funny “NG” outtakes. She was surprised and found it quite amusing.

“Also, do you remember Lin Yiqiu?”

Jiang Baihe nodded. Of course, she wouldn’t forget that name. After all, it was thanks to Lin Yiqiu’s reminder that she remembered it was Christmas, which led to her decision to come back and surprise Yan Shu. In that sense, she really ought to thank her.

“She won the championship, and Tianyao is planning to put her in this variety show. Your ‘CP’ fans are quite active, and since your current topic heat is high, the crew sent over an invitation.”

Jiang Baihe nodded, not finding it strange. In this circle, traffic dividends are the most profitable thing. With such a massive fan base, everyone wants a piece of an artist with high topics, heat, and traffic.

She looked at the program description. Unlike the fast-paced, obstacle-course style shows, this one focused on “slow living,” preferring to create topics and conflicts through the guests’ interactions. Overall, there were no major issues—especially since she had Song Jia as her manager to vet things.

Jiang Baihe glanced over it and said, “Alright, I’ll let you handle the details, Sister Song.”

Song Jia nodded, then suddenly said, “I thought you’d refuse.” After all, Jiang Baihe had walked away from a hit show like Shining 404 without a second thought.

Jiang Baihe was puzzled, wondering if she had given off a wrong impression. “I’m not that inflexible, am I?” She loved acting, but that didn’t mean she only cared about dramas and ignored everything else. In today’s bizarre entertainment landscape, if she wanted heat, traffic, and to reach the top early, she had to seize every opportunity to gain exposure. Of course, if it were a show that required her to dance and jump around like Shining 404, she would definitely decline. No matter how much she wanted fame, she had to find the path that suited her, or it would backfire.

Having clarified Jiang Baihe’s stance, Song Jia wanted to say more, but Jiang Baihe suddenly raised her hand.

“Alright, I’m clocking out.”

Song Jia: ???

Song Jia looked up at the large clock on the wall and confirmed multiple times that it was 4:00 PM, not 8:00 PM. “It’s still early! Why are you clocking out?”

“It’s not early.” Jiang Baihe packed her things and stood up, waving her phone at Song Jia. “A pleasant Christmas Eve is approaching; I’m going to go greet Santa Claus.”

Song Jia: “…”

Song Jia: “Speak human.”

“Fine.” Jiang Baihe spread her hands. “I have a date to go out with Little President Yan tonight. I’m going to pick her up from work now.”

Song Jia sucked in a breath of cold air and had to pat her chest to calm down. Watching Jiang Baihe humming a tune and heading for the door, Song Jia gritted her teeth and yelled at her back: “Remember to wear your mask properly! I don’t want to receive ransom messages from paparazzi during the holidays!”

“Understood.”

The trip from Sihai Entertainment to the Sihai Group took some time, as traffic was heavy near the end of the workday. By the time Jiang Baihe arrived at the Sihai Building, it was almost 4:45 PM. Since Yan Shu’s finish time was 5:00 PM, she was just in time.

As soon as she reached the reception, she was led up to the 42nd floor by an administrative lady who had already received instructions. No one was visible on this floor; not only was Yan Shu missing, but her usual secretaries were gone too. Jiang Baihe figured they were likely in a meeting elsewhere. For security reasons, she didn’t go straight into the office but sat on the sofa outside, picking up a few books from the shelf to pass the time.

After a while, the elevator doors opened with a bustle of noise. Yan Shu stepped out, followed by several sharp special assistants. Her majestic aura reminded Jiang Baihe of scenes from old Hong Kong movies where a triad boss makes a grand entrance with her subordinates.

At the thought of that image, Jiang Baihe couldn’t help but let out a snicker. Hearing the noise, Yan Shu glanced over, the cold expression on her face freezing for a moment. Then, she walked over and asked gently, “Why are you sitting here?”

The assistants behind her looked at their shoes or at each other, screaming internally: Who is this person who just made our boss switch personalities in an instant! Since when did President Yan learn how to change faces so fast!

As for Jiang Baihe, seeing Yan Shu’s obvious change in attitude made her realize she was special in Yan Shu’s heart, which made her feel wonderfully smug. This was the “Little President Yan” no one else got to see—the one who would specifically soften her edges for her. It was simply too cute.

“I saw you weren’t here, so I thought I’d wait until you came back.”

“Next time, you can go straight in.”

Jiang Baihe nodded and stood up to accompany Yan Shu to the inner office. “Little President Yan, are you finished?”

“I still have a few documents to process.”

As the two walked side-by-side, Yan Shu glanced at Jin Wen, who was sitting at her desk. The latter immediately shuddered.

“President Yan, I will have the report organized and sent in to you in ten minutes.”

Yan Shu nodded noncommittally. As the heavy black doors closed, the assistants outside let out a collective sigh of relief.

“Sister Wen, who was that just now?”

“It was her last time too, right? The one who came with the little box.”

“She looks like a celebrity. Why is she so close to our President Yan?”

With Yan Shu’s pressure gone, the assistants swarmed around Jin Wen. Most present were female Betas or Omegas; there were rarely men or other Alphas around Yan Shu. Being young, their curiosity and hunger for gossip were inevitable—especially when the “melon” involved their perennially icy boss.

“Hey, hey, focus.” Jin Wen rolled up a document and tapped each of their heads. “Do you want your bonuses this month or not? Hurry up and organize those files. Like I said, they need to be sent in within ten minutes.”

Seeing they wouldn’t get any info from Jin Wen, the group dispersed with laughs and giggles, returning to their desks.

Inside the room, Yan Shu immediately sat down at her desk to work. Seeing this, Jiang Baihe conscientiously sprawled on the sofa to play on her phone, telling Yan Shu to ignore her and focus. Yan Shu indeed wanted to finish as quickly as possible, so she let Jiang Baihe be.

For a while, the room was silent except for the occasional sound of Yan Shu typing or flipping through papers. Jiang Baihe’s attention unconsciously drifted from her phone to Yan Shu. They say people are at their best when focused on work, and that wasn’t wrong at all. Yan Shu’s expression was meticulous, disciplined, and restrained; to Jiang Baihe, her entire being radiated infinite charm.

Although she was scrolling through her phone, Jiang Baihe felt her hands itching. She really wanted to ruffle Yan Shu’s hair to break that “unapproachable” professional state.

Yan Shu, under Jiang Baihe’s intense gaze, was not oblivious. She hadn’t turned a page of her document for minutes. Her eyes remained on the same line of text. She could feel Jiang Baihe observing her—openly, from top to bottom, as if trying to see right through her.

“Stop staring at me.”

Hearing Yan Shu’s soft reprimand, Jiang Baihe instinctively replied, “Hmm?”

“If you keep staring, I won’t be able to settle down and finish this.”

The meaning behind the calm words was anything but calm. Jiang Baihe froze for a few seconds before realizing the shyness in Yan Shu’s words, and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Then I’ll have to try harder.”

You’re so cute. It takes a lot of effort to control my eyes so they don’t keep drifting toward you.