All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Zhou Li glanced cautiously at Chunshui, who was opening a food container.

Chunshui said, “I didn’t know what Doctor Zhou likes, so I had them grab some random dishes. Have you eaten, Doctor Zhou?”

“Not yet,” Zhou Li said, walking toward Chunshui.

“When did you get here?” she asked.

Chunshui set the container lid aside, handing chopsticks to Zhou Li.

“Just arrived. I thought Doctor Zhou was here, but the door opened with one knock.” Chunshui’s lips curved. “Doctor Zhou’s door is always easy to push open.” She teased Zhou Li.

Zhou Li gave a fake smile. “The nurses were leaving, and I went to the nurses’ station to hand over patient files. Just a few steps away, I didn’t expect a distinguished guest in my office.”

“Oh? I’m a distinguished guest?” Chunshui said, surprised, nudging the chopsticks toward Zhou Li again. Zhou Li took them and sat across from her.

She couldn’t tell if Chunshui noticed anything odd, so did Chunshui know she was OnePunchBlastsTheWorld?

Zhou Li’s head ached.

If the female protagonist found out she was the netizen helping her, wouldn’t that deepen the misunderstanding? She’d deliberately mimicked a fan’s tone, calling Chunshui “wife” repeatedly. If Chunshui saw that, could she ever clear her name? Especially since Chunshui already misunderstood her—had she been caught red-handed?

Zhou Li wanted to resist.

Maybe Chunshui didn’t go near her computer?

That lousy computer, with its long lock-screen timer, lit up whenever someone stood close.

It was her fault, thinking no one would come since it was just a few steps away, so she didn’t lock the office door.

Last time with the exercise routine, and now not locking the door—both times.

Zhou Li felt her luck was awful, always caught by the female protagonist.

Chunshui’s eyes deepened, and she smiled at Zhou Li.

“Why’s Doctor Zhou staring at me? Is the food I brought not to your taste?”

Zhou Li removed her glasses, setting them on the table, took a bite of food, and said, “Hospital cafeteria food, right? All my favorites.”

Chunshui subtly observed Zhou Li, noticing her slightly red eyes, pursed her lips, then smiled again. “Doctor Zhou’s got a sharp tongue.”

Zhou Li replied, “I set the cafeteria menu, so I’ve tried it all.”

“We charge high here, so we give customers the best service.”

“Security’s tight too, since we get many distinguished guests like you.”

Chunshui lowered her head to pick up food, hearing Zhou Li say, “I don’t know if anything was off in my office before you came. My oversight—I came back to find the door unlocked and the computer on.”

Chunshui looked up, a thin layer of anger on her face.

“Is Doctor Zhou saying I’m not welcome?”

Zhou Li coughed, relieved.

Chunshui probably didn’t see her computer, or she wouldn’t be mad.

She smiled at Chunshui. “How could that be? I welcome distinguished guests, of course.”

Chunshui put down her chopsticks, crossed her arms, and said, “I came to apologize, but it seems Doctor Zhou doesn’t need it.”

Zhou Li opened her mouth, watching Chunshui walk out.

The meal ended on a sour note.

After Chunshui left, Zhou Li closed the door, happily enjoying the food alone.

Chunshui had a sharp tongue, but her taste in food was spot-on—all Zhou Li’s favorites.

Zhou Li ate with relish.

The system suddenly said, “The female protagonist knows you’re OnePunchBlastsTheWorld.”

“Cough, cough, cough, cough…”

“Water…”

System: “Soup’s on the left.”

Zhou Li grabbed it, drank, and swallowed the food.

She complained, “System, are you trying to choke me? I might become the first Fast-Travel Bureau host to die from choking, failing the mission!”

System: “My calculations show her knowing creates mission variables, so I had to inform you early.”

Zhou Li wiped her mouth with a tissue, grumbling, “Couldn’t you wait till I finished that bite?”

System: “Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Forget it.” Zhou Li slumped on the sofa. “What a mess. She’s not still trying to set me up with women, is she? Who started this rumor that I like her?”

The system couldn’t monitor everything.

Zhou Li still didn’t know who spread the rumor.

She sighed, “Fine, let the misunderstanding continue. What variables could come up?”

Decided, Zhou Li kept eating.

System: “Host…”

Recalling Zhou Li’s words, the system shut up.

The system was troubled too—Chunshui’s emotions were fluctuating wildly!

Chunshui left Zhou Li’s office, took a few quick steps, then turned to look back.

The sunset stretched the figure at the door long. The door slowly closed, the hallway darkened, and the figure vanished.

“Boss?” The bodyguard caught up.

Chunshui turned, clenching her palm.

Doctor Zhou might be disappointed, right? She was testing her.

Chunshui understood.

Doctor Zhou might want to clarify their relationship, but that’s what Chunshui feared.

She wanted to use Zhou Li, and their relationship should stay transactional.

Chunshui straightened her shoulders.

She didn’t dislike Doctor Zhou, but their relationship was best left here.

In the entertainment industry, emotions were the most frightening and hateful.

Chunshui could be friends with Zhou Li, but lovers? Impossible.

Back in her ward, Fang Yan called.

“Boss, I’ve picked the branch office location. I sent the renovation styles to your phone. Which one do you prefer? We also talked with Director Zhang today.”

Chunshui put the call on speaker, glancing at the photos sent.

“What did Director Zhang say?”

“He showed us the script outline. This story…” Fang Yan paused. “It’s too bold. It might not pass domestic screening.”

“What’s the theme?” Chunshui grew curious.

Fang Yan: “About two women.”

“Hm?” Chunshui didn’t catch on.

“A niche topic, popular abroad now,” Fang Yan hinted vaguely.

Chunshui: “Lesbian?”

“Yes. Personally, I think Director Zhang’s aiming for awards. It’s not a good investment.” Fang Yan said.

“How much funding does he need?” Chunshui asked.

“500 million,” Fang Yan said. “Not a huge amount.”

“But from an investment perspective, this film won’t profit—it might lose money. Plus, Director Zhang’s strict, demanding investors not interfere with casting or the script.”

Chunshui thought for a moment, asking, “What about the cast? Did Director Zhang mention who he wants?”

With 500 million, half would likely go to actor fees, probably not enough for big names.

“One female lead is likely Litchi, the hot new star in the industry.”

“They say she’s got a lucky charm—every project she’s in airs smoothly and often wins awards, so investors and directors love her.”

Chunshui went silent for a long moment.

“I see,” she said softly.