A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 40

Five o’clock arrived.

Jin Wen stepped into the office at the very last minute before the end of the workday, delivering the files the team had finished organizing. The two of them discussed company matters at the desk; a string of economic terms and the names of various CEOs fell from their lips, sounding like gibberish to Jiang Baihe.

Consequently, she stopped paying attention to the commotion over there and preoccupied herself by opening Sea-Side Pop on her phone, gradually becoming immersed in the satisfaction of “Unbelievable” achievements.

After an unknown amount of time, the light in front of her was slightly obscured. Jiang Baihe stole a glance upward in the midst of her game and found Yan Shu standing before her.

She quickly tucked her phone away and asked, “Little President Yan, are you finished?”

“Mm, sorry for the wait.” With her lashes lowered slightly, Yan Shu spoke with a hint of apology.

They had originally planned to set out at five o’clock. Yan Shu, who was usually accustomed to working until midnight, had been looking forward to five o’clock with immense anticipation today. However, plans couldn’t keep up with changes; some urgent matters had cropped up at the company that required her signature and attention. She couldn’t simply abandon her business duties to leave with Jiang Baihe, so she had been forced to work until now, making Jiang Baihe wait all this time.

“It’s fine, it’s still early.” Before putting away her phone, Jiang Baihe had checked the time; it wasn’t even six o’clock yet, so they were perfectly on schedule. Moreover, since Yan Shu was busy with legitimate business, Jiang Baihe was understanding and comforted her with a few words.

She stood up from the sofa and carefully put on her mask and hat. Winter clothes were thick enough to help hide her identity, but to ensure she wouldn’t be recognized by passersby, she had wrapped herself up tightly and even applied some subtle makeup effects. This was to guarantee that Song Jia wouldn’t come knocking on her door because she was photographed by paparazzi while out for fun.

Not content with just fussing over herself, Jiang Baihe beckoned with her finger toward Yan Shu, who had returned to the desk to pack her things. “Yan Yan~”

Yan Shu: “?”

Following her instinct, Yan Shu walked over and asked, “What is it?”

“Here, lower your head.”

A coffee-colored scarf was fished out of Jiang Baihe’s bag and meticulously wound around Yan Shu’s neck. She carefully avoided the gland at the back of the neck and smoothed the edges of the scarf. Then, Jiang Baihe stepped back a few paces to admire the person standing obediently before her.

Smooth black hair cascaded over her back, and the long, soft brown scarf hid half of Yan Shu’s face, leaving only her elegant nose and a pair of bewildered eyes visible. It just so happened that Yan Shu was wearing a milk-tea-colored long coat today, which matched the scarf’s palette perfectly.

It was a very ordinary winter outfit, yet it seemed to sweep away all the frost and snow from Yan Shu’s aura. She no longer looked cold; instead, she looked incredibly gentle.

A flash of satisfaction crossed Jiang Baihe’s dark eyes, and she couldn’t help but praise, “You look so beautiful.”

Then, as if remembering something, she hurried to add a “patch” for herself: “Cough, anyway, it’s windy today. Wearing a scarf will be warmer.”

It was definitely not something she had plotted for a long time! …Yeah, right.

The area around her neck felt warm, as if it were holding a rare glimpse of winter sun—the warmth brought to her by the person in front of her. Yan Shu looked down at herself, and hearing Jiang Baihe’s awkward excuse, she only gave a soft “Mm.”

Once ready, the two prepared to head out. As the New Year approached, several of Sihai Group’s private elevators were undergoing their annual maintenance, so today they took the regular employee elevator.

At the end of the workday, people on every floor were going up and down. Jiang Baihe and Yan Shu headed down from the 42nd floor, and the elevator was called to a stop at the 36th-floor employee office level. She pulled Yan Shu toward the back of the elevator to make room for the newcomers.

However, when the doors opened, the crowd outside seemed to be hit by a “pause” button; no one dared to step inside.

“What’s wrong?” Because her mouth was covered by the mask, her voice was a bit muffled. Jiang Baihe looked at the people outside in confusion. “Aren’t you going down?”

Why were they all standing there like statues?

The people outside: “…”

Help! They just wanted to go downstairs for dinner; why did they have to run into President Yan here! And who is this beautiful lady next to President Yan?! Why is she allowed to stand so close to their “Ice Queen” CEO!

The sharp-eyed among them could even see that, hidden by thick sleeves, their hands were partially visible, joined together.

“Good evening, President Yan.”

Someone weakly greeted Yan Shu. Hearing this, Jiang Baihe realized with amusement what the people outside were feeling. It was as if they had encountered a fierce beast. But Little President Yan was actually very easygoing—usually.

Yan Shu raised her eyes indifferently. “Work is over. Is no one leaving?”

Leave! Leave! Since the big boss had spoken, several employees boldly stepped into the elevator, though none dared stand too close to the pair.

Sihai Building was luxurious, and the elevators were spacious, yet the atmosphere was incredibly cramped. Looking at the subordinates standing perfectly straight in the front—some even pressing themselves against the doors—Jiang Baihe sighed in her heart.

The elevator wasn’t crowded, which meant there was no chance for Yan Shu to lose her balance and “accidentally” fall into her arms. What a shame.

…Ptooey, ptooey! Brain, what on earth are you thinking about all day!!

Leaving Sihai, the two got into the car. Since it was a holiday, Jiang Baihe had booked a table at a restaurant. Later in the evening, she had also booked tickets for a newly released movie; she didn’t intend to head home until after midnight.

She had originally considered going out with Yan Shu on New Year’s Eve to see the fireworks by the river, but Sihai Group seemed to have a dinner scheduled for that night. Jiang Baihe didn’t want Yan Shu to be exhausted by running around, so she moved the festivities up to today.

She had booked a high-end restaurant and, fearing discovery or interruption by passersby, had specifically requested a private room. The winter hotpot steamed with heat as the two slowly added ingredients to the pot, occasionally placing choice morsels into each other’s bowls. The room was filled with the scent of happiness.

It was hard to tell if it was the delicious food healing the soul or the intimate interaction warming the heart. During the meal, Yan Shu reluctantly removed the scarf from her neck, fearing it would pick up stains or the smell of the hotpot. When they prepared to leave after dinner, Jiang Baihe personally put the scarf back on Yan Shu once again.

Practice makes perfect; this time, her movements were much more natural.

The two took a stroll outside to soak in the Christmas atmosphere before heading to the cinema. Although their villa was equipped with a home theater, watching a movie there felt entirely different from the experience in a public cinema. Thus, Jiang Baihe dragged Yan Shu along in the name of “experiencing life,” while privately defining it as a date.

Traffic in City A is often congested, let alone on a holiday night. By the time they arrived, the lights in the theater had already dimmed, and the pre-movie advertisements were playing. The darkness suited Jiang Baihe’s need to avoid crowds perfectly. She turned on her phone flashlight and led Yan Shu, both of them crouching low as they walked to their seats.

“See? I picked a good spot, didn’t I?”

Jiang Baihe had booked “couple seats” in the back-middle section; there wouldn’t be too many people nearby, yet they still had a clear view of the screen. As the movie started, Jiang Baihe leaned her head over and spoke into Yan Shu’s ear in a whisper to avoid disturbing others. Her voice trailed upward slightly, hiding a hint of a plea for praise.

Yan Shu naturally heard the longing in Jiang Baihe’s words and followed along cooperatively: “Mm, it’s great.”

Jiang Baihe happily poked her straw into her cola and placed it in the holder on Yan Shu’s side. The two shared a tub of popcorn and slowly began to enjoy the plot. They were watching a newly released romance; the leads bickered and fought, but eventually moved toward a “Happy Ending.”

However, Jiang Baihe wasn’t focused on the movie’s content. Instead, she felt a restless urge to tease the Yan Shu beside her. She picked up a potato chip from the snack bucket they had bought at the counter and fed it toward Yan Shu’s lips.

Yan Shu was surprised by the sudden feeding but saw that Jiang Baihe’s movements were natural, and even her expression hadn’t changed much. Long lashes fluttered, and finally, she opened her mouth slightly, caught the chip with her teeth, and began to eat slowly.

They naturally continued like this—one feeding and the other eating—occasionally leaning their heads together to whisper about small details of the film. At one moment, as Jiang Baihe was feeding Yan Shu a piece of popcorn, she suddenly felt a slight warmth on her fingertip.

Jiang Baihe froze for a moment. Before she could realize what had happened, she heard Yan Shu say indifferently:

“Sorry, I bit you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Jiang Baihe rubbed her finger, and hearing Yan Shu’s words, she instinctively looked toward her.

The flickering light from the screen hit Yan Shu’s face, showing an impassive expression, yet her fingers gripped the armrest slightly tighter. If she hadn’t spent so much time with Yan Shu and learned her little habits, she might have actually been fooled.

On one hand, she thought Little President Yan has learned to be naughty and dares to flirt with me, while on the other, she felt the urge to give her a little “lesson” to show her that she wasn’t so easy to play with.

The design of the couple seats left no barrier between them. Jiang Baihe leaned very easily into Yan Shu’s ear and whispered: “Well? Are ‘Sister’s’ fingers tasty?”

Yan Shu: “…”

A familiar flush surged over her cheeks with a whoosh. Yan Shu felt restless. She hadn’t expected Jiang Baihe to be so bold as to talk “dirty” with her, and she was completely no match for her.

Seeing Yan Shu’s embarrassed and indignant expression, Jiang Baihe didn’t let her off as usual. She continued to laugh softly, pressing for a reply: “Yan Yan? Speak to me~”

“…Shut up!” Yan Shu glared at Jiang Baihe in embarrassment and anger.

But she had no idea how alluring her current expression was. Seeing it, Jiang Baihe’s heart skipped. She lightly licked her suddenly dry lower lip, with only one thought in her mind:

This is the death of me.

She wanted to do something, but she had to consider the strangers nearby and calculate the “bottom line” so she wouldn’t truly scare Yan Shu away. Finally, Jiang Baihe sighed. She took Yan Shu’s hand, slowly interlacing their fingers.

“Don’t move. Just take it as compensation for me.”

The fingertips that had been resisting slightly froze instantly upon hearing this. Finally, they stayed put, obediently allowing themselves to be held.

Whatever the plot of the movie was, it was destined that no one would be paying it any attention.