A Max-Level Film Queen Takes on the Scumbag Alpha Script [Transmigration] - Chapter 42

Skyscrapers stood like a forest as traffic flowed like a relentless tide. On the streets, the neon lights were a riot of color, casting beams of red and green in every direction.

Yan Shu’s private chauffeured car was of exceptional quality. The windows were made of special-grade glass with one-way privacy protection, ensuring the passenger’s security to a high degree while blocking out the glare from outside.

Ever since getting into the car, Jiang Baihe had maintained an incredibly solemn expression. She sat ramrod straight in the back seat, holding her phone with both hands and tapping away furiously at the screen.

From the corner of her eye, Yan Shu caught Jiang Baihe’s frantic movements. She stole several glances at her, feeling a persistent itch of curiosity, like a cat scratching at her heart, wondering what was wrong.

Finally, Yan Shu couldn’t help but ask, “What are you doing?”

“Ah? Oh!”

Jiang Baihe’s movements froze. She looked at her phone screen, smoothed her hair with a hint of embarrassment, and turned her head to whisper, “Cough… I’m looking at some experience posts from netizens.”

Yan Shu: “?”

Seeing the look of confusion and curiosity on Yan Shu’s face, Jiang Baihe gritted her teeth and, finally giving up on her pride, handed the phone over.

The screen showed several search pages from a browser. Jiang Baihe had typed various questions into the search bar, including but not limited to: “What preparation is needed for a first meeting with the elders,” “Ranked list of excellent gifts for parents,” and “The Art of Speaking: Eighteen Formulas for Communicating with Parents.”

Yan Shu: “…”

Upon seeing this interface, the expression on Yan Shu’s face shifted from confusion to something quite indescribable. She had thought Jiang Baihe was facing a temporary crisis or had some urgent business to attend to, but she never expected her to be spending time reading these articles.

It was quite unexpected.

Meanwhile, Jiang Baihe was quietly observing the expression on Yan Shu’s face. Slowly, she began to settle down from her state of high anxiety. Once she had fully calmed down, she felt her behavior was a bit ridiculous—like a terminally ill patient desperately seeking a miracle cure online. Even though she knew it was futile, she still didn’t want to give up a single chance.

The “original” scumbag Alpha and Yan Shu had a contract marriage. They had registered for their license immediately after signing the contract and had only disclosed it to close family members. However, the relatives of both sides had almost never met. Consequently, this was essentially Jiang Baihe’s first time meeting the Yan family elders, and she couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Yan Shu handed the phone back to Jiang Baihe. Knowing her worries, she spoke up to comfort her: “Don’t worry. It’s just a simple video call to meet. Nothing will happen.”

But upon hearing this, Jiang Baihe only nodded heavily, her anxiety not fading much.

Yan Shu thought for a moment, her red lips parting slightly as she began to introduce the Yan family situation in a soft voice.

As everyone online knew, City A’s Sihai Group spanned across major profitable industries with countless subsidiaries. It was the backbone of City A’s economic development and a titan of the city. However, the Yan family’s main residence was not in City A. Currently, only relatives working for Sihai remained in City A; many of her relatives actually lived in City G, in another province.

The previous head of the Sihai Group was Yan Shu’s Alpha grandfather. After his passing more than ten years ago, her grandmother, a woman who proved herself equal to any man, personally gathered all the power of Sihai into her hands, becoming the second-generation leader.

As for Yan Shu’s direct parents, their relationship was far from friendly. Her father, Yan Xingyin, was amorous but incompetent. After meeting Yan Shu’s biological mother and having Yan Shu, he was unable to resist external temptations and cheated during the marriage with another Omega.

An Alpha can mark multiple Omegas in a lifetime, but an Omega can only be marked by one Alpha. Her mother, who spent her days in tears, passed away in grief when Yan Shu was still young. Less than three months after the funeral, Yan Xingyin brought the stepmother into the Yan household, and subsequently, her half-sister Yan Jue was born.

Since her mother’s death, the relationship between Yan Shu and her father, Yan Xingyin, had become increasingly cold. She had been raised by her grandmother since childhood. After growing up, relying on her top-tier corporate management skills and sharp financial intuition, she bypassed her father, suppressed Yan Jue—with whom she shared a mutual dislike—and successfully took over the heavy burden of the Sihai Group from her grandmother, becoming its current leader.

In such a complex web of Yan family relatives, her only truly close relative was her grandmother.

No matter how concise and flat Yan Shu’s explanation was, Jiang Baihe could still fill in the gaps of the Yan family situation, and her fingers trembled slightly. Just seeing that Yan Shu had to attend various financial tutoring classes from a young age was enough to know how fierce the competition within the Yan family was. To be able to defeat all the various relatives and successfully take over the Sihai Group as an Omega without a father’s protection… one could imagine how much she had endured.

After listening to Yan Shu’s introduction, Jiang Baihe had a much clearer understanding of the family dynamics. While her heart ached for Yan Shu, she also felt deeply grateful to Yan Shu’s grandmother. She was thankful the elder had provided a shelter for Yan Shu during her childhood, allowing her to grow up safely so that they could meet today.

With these thoughts, Jiang Baihe’s previous nervousness vanished, replaced by a heart full of warmth. She spoke up and asked:

“On the day of the video call, what should I do?”

Yan Shu lowered her gaze, her voice quiet: “Maybe… we need to act a bit more intimate?”

Yan Shu’s illness should not be revealed to too many people; otherwise, it would become her Achilles’ heel, prompting certain people to use it against her. Under the temptation of power and profit, she simply didn’t dare trust anyone’s heart. Even if some people already knew of their nominal marriage through various channels, in front of most people, they had to appear to be truly in love.

At the same time, Yan Shu made this suggestion for the sake of her grandmother’s health. She didn’t want the elderly woman to worry about her at such an advanced age. So, they at least had to put on a good show to let her grandmother know she was doing well and that her condition was stable.

Upon hearing Yan Shu’s words, Jiang Baihe blinked several times. Good heavens, isn’t this an “official” opportunity for her to get as close to Yan Shu as she wanted without limits?! It turned out this meeting wasn’t a “trap,” but was specifically designed to give her an assist.

She truly hadn’t expected this turn of events.

The two of them discussed several details to watch out for during the video call on the way home, preparing to align their stories in advance. Once home, they rearranged Yan Shu’s room, placing Jiang Baihe’s belongings in areas that could be captured by the camera to make it look as though they shared the same room.

Jiang Baihe looked at her items entering Yan Shu’s room with a bit of envy, muttering in her heart: When will I be like these things and successfully move into Little President Yan’s room?

Besides the room, she also really wanted to live in Yan Shu’s heart.

After looking things over, Jiang Baihe’s eyes narrowed slightly as a plan formed. She took Yan Shu’s arm and shook it gently, saying with a beaming smile, “Little President Yan, it seems we’ve never taken a photo together.”

Actually, they had. At the amusement park and the food street, she had secretly taken a few photos when Yan Shu wasn’t looking. But since they were taken secretly, they weren’t suitable for showing to elders. Besides, for selfish reasons, she really wanted to take a proper photo with Yan Shu.

Seeing Yan Shu’s hesitant attitude, Jiang Baihe smiled slyly, using a ready-made excuse to fool her: “Look, we’ve been married for so long, yet there isn’t a single photo of us on the nightstand. That doesn’t make sense at all; it would be so easy to get caught, don’t you think?”

Yan Shu thought about it and realized Jiang Baihe’s words had some merit. So, under Jiang Baihe’s persistent pestering, Yan Shu half-reluctantly followed her to the home theater on the third floor to find a camera and an Instax.

There wasn’t enough time to go out for location shots, but taking a few headshots on the spot was feasible. Enthusiastically, Jiang Baihe took Yan Shu through every corner of the villa, taking photos for an hour before stopping, still wanting more.

She sprawled on the sofa to check the results. In one of the photos, their heads were pressed closely together. Jiang Baihe was smiling happily, making a classic “peace” sign, while Yan Shu beside her had a trace of helplessness in her eyes but was also smiling faintly. The photo looked too real, and the atmosphere was too thick; except for those who already knew about their fake relationship, no one would be able to find a fault.

Jiang Baihe developed the photos in the study on the spot. She rummaged through the cabinets to find two frames, framed the photos, and then placed one on each of their nightstands.

With everything ready, Jiang Baihe left Yan Shu’s room but felt a bit hesitant at the door.

“What if… grandmother doesn’t like me?”

Her fingers unconsciously picked at the doorknob as she let out a soft sigh. Her eyes were cast down, looking discouraged—like a big, despondent dog heartbroken by love.

Seeing her like this, Yan Shu felt a pang of pity. She raised her hand slightly and gave Jiang Baihe’s head two light pats for comfort, then spoke seriously: “She won’t.”

“You are so good. She will definitely like you.”

The video call was set for the following evening. In the afternoon, Jiang Baihe didn’t feel much and ate and drank as usual. It wasn’t until after dinner that she began to get nervous. She was either pacing around her room or frantically “ruaing” (petting) the little white kitten until it meowed and fled her room in terror.

To relax her mind, Jiang Baihe eventually went downstairs to the kitchen. She took a carton of fresh milk from the fridge, intending to heat it up and bring a glass to Yan Shu.

Song Jia’s video call came through at this time. She said that Jiang Baihe had left too quickly the other day and she had forgotten to give her several movie scripts. Jiang Baihe stared blankly at the microwave while it worked. Hearing Song Jia’s words, she only nodded gently, her mouth muttering as if she were memorizing something.

Seeing her artist in an obviously strange state, Song Jia became suspicious and quietly listened for a bit. Then she heard Jiang Baihe whispering:

“An Alpha must be polite, considerate, and poised…”

Song Jia: ???

It felt as if a giant bolt of lightning had struck her head. Song Jia was utterly stunned and asked wordlessly, “What on earth are you talking about?”

Jiang Baihe blinked and snapped out of it: “Ah, nothing, just memorizing a script.”

Even though she knew most of the stuff online was unreliable, Jiang Baihe had randomly transcribed a few paragraphs to memorize, if only for psychological comfort to help her relax.

Hearing this answer, Song Jia wanted to ask what kind of ghost script it was that had lines so focused on “Alpha Morality.” However, before she could speak, the microwave on Jiang Baihe’s end let out a “ding.”

The milk was ready. Jiang Baihe didn’t have a spare hand to hold the phone. So she vaguely brushed Song Jia off, promising multiple times that she would look at the scripts, and then hung up. She took the hot milk out, brought it upstairs, and knocked on Yan Shu’s door.

The door was opened from the inside. Before Yan Shu could say anything, Jiang Baihe couldn’t help but act spoiled: “What should I do, Yan Yan— I’m still so nervous. Is grandmother really that easy to…”

Before the words “get along with” could come out, Jiang Baihe saw the strange look on Yan Shu’s face and instinctively shut her mouth. Like a rusty robot, she stiffly turned her head toward the depth of the room.

The electronic screen had been lowered at some point, and on it was an elderly woman sitting in a leisure chair. Her hair was slightly white, and though her face had some wrinkles, it wasn’t hard to see her beauty from her younger days.

Yan Shu pointed at the screen and smiled: “The video call started early. I was just about to go call you.”

Jiang Baihe: “…”

Jiang Baihe looked up blankly. Seeing the smiling elder on the big screen, everything she had memorized downstairs was instantly forgotten. She only instinctively raised her hand and greeted the person on the screen.

She said, “Hi, grandmother, good evening~”