All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 16

Zhou Li was still wondering how Bai SuFang would respond when she got straight to the point.

Zhou Li thought and said, “I can’t give you her contact info yet, but I can tell her. It’s up to her to decide.”

Chunshui’s accident and disfigurement were known to few. Though some in the industry mentioned it, no paparazzi ever captured her face clearly, so it faded away.

Bai SuFang didn’t know Chunshui’s recent condition. Though Zhou Li trusted the miraculous ancient formula from the system’s shop, with Chunshui’s cheek not fully healed, she wouldn’t speak without her permission.

She hoped Chunshui would take the film role, as it would help her mission.

Bai SuFang covered her mouth, smiling. “I’m thrilled you’ll pass it on, Doctor Zhou. Let’s continue today’s exercise.”

The serious mood vanished. Zhou Li took Bai SuFang to her office, laid out two yoga mats, and started their light exercise routine.

Chunshui stood quietly by the windowsill, the sun high, radiating light and heat.

She was slightly puzzled. Why was Doctor Zhou so close to Director Zhang’s wife? From what she knew, Zhou Li wasn’t the helpful type, though recent days showed Doctor Zhou breaking the mold of her profile.

Around noon, Fang Yan called.

“Director Zhang met with us investors again, asking for more funding. One female lead, Litchi, took the script. They say the other was Li Hongqing, but after her retirement, Director Zhang’s looking for someone else.”

“Boss, should we invest?” Fang Yan asked.

Chunshui lowered her eyes, unconsciously tapping Zhou Li’s profile in her hand.

Zhou Li’s personality shift from the profile made her uneasy.

“Invest,” Chunshui said. “Also, evaluate other film projects. The branch should open.”

“Yes, boss,” Fang Yan replied respectfully.

Besides stocks and tech company shares, film investments yielded the biggest returns. Fang Yan agreed with Chunshui’s approach.

“Do you want to take the role?” Fang Yan asked cautiously.

Chunshui was silent for a long moment.

Fang Yan had sent her Director Zhang’s script outline—a risky film, unlike his usual style, clearly aimed at awards.

Chunshui wanted to act.

For an actress, a good script was a rare treasure.

Director Zhang’s script was hardcore, exploring marginalized people in a broader societal context—a type foreign critics loved.

But… her face…

Chunshui said softly, “Wait and see.”

She’d wait to see if Zhou Li could truly heal her.

A knock came at the door. Huang Xiaoyun said cautiously, “Doctor Zhou’s here.”

“Come in,” Chunshui said, closing the profile and putting it in a drawer.

Zhou Li entered with a tray, beaming with confidence.

Things were going her way, so she couldn’t help but feel elated.

Her joy was like a peacock fanning its tail, charming everyone. She’d teased the hospital’s young nurses into blushing, and even Huang Xiaoyun was giggling outside until she knocked and got serious.

Zhou Li came in, smiling. “Morning.”

She was unusually relaxed, feeling some shared understanding with the female protagonist.

Chunshui glanced at the weather outside—it wasn’t exactly morning. Her expression was flat. “Morning, Doctor Zhou.”

Zhou Li grinned. “How’s your body today? Still feeling bad?”

Chunshui stood from the single sofa, pulling her shawl tight, her tone calm. “Thanks to you, Doctor Zhou, I’m much better.”

Zhou Li’s smile faded. She frowned briefly, then relaxed, looking at Chunshui, who sat on the bed for treatment. She seemed different from yesterday?

Zhou Li felt it wasn’t her imagination.

Yesterday, she thought they’d become friends, but today Chunshui was back to their first meeting—or even colder.

Zhou Li lifted Chunshui’s chin, applying the ointment, closely observing her mood.

“Unhappy?” Zhou Li asked.

Chunshui closed her eyes. “Why ask that, Doctor Zhou?” she countered.

Zhou Li said, “You seem down.”

“I’m always like this, Doctor Zhou,” Chunshui replied.

So yesterday was the exception?

Zhou Li let go. “Done.”

Chunshui opened her eyes. Zhou Li didn’t move, her shadow covering Chunshui. Chunshui couldn’t read her expression, her eyes clouding with dark mist, yet she didn’t flinch, staring stubbornly at Zhou Li.

Zhou Li stepped back, letting light flood back to Chunshui.

She turned to pack the tray, her tone flat.

“Director Zhang’s starting a new film and wants you as the female lead. Madam Bai gave me the opening script today to pass to you. Look it over before deciding.”

Zhou Li took the script from under the tray, placed it neatly on the nightstand, and walked out.

A chilly breeze swept outside, blowing Chunshui’s cheek hair loose. She stared, stunned, at the script on the nightstand.

“Guanyin” was written boldly in the center of the white paper.

So, Zhou Li’s closeness to Director Zhang’s wife was to secure her a role?

No wonder Chunshui thought so.

Fang Yan’s data showed Zhou Li was cold, caring only for money, not people. Even if someone begged on their knees, she’d say, “Have the money ready.”

Chunshui couldn’t imagine such a person liking her.

First, Zhou Li tested her feelings, and she got angry. Then, she wanted to see how far Zhou Li would go for her. Now, the “Guanyin” script was on her table.

Chunshui picked it up, reading closely.

She’d heard the plot from Fang Yan, but this was her first time with the script.

It began in America, in a Chinatown restaurant. Tang Huai, 35, cornered by creditors, became a street worker. Her first client was a Chinese lady…

Chunshui’s heart raced, thrilled by the great script.

But…

She touched her left cheek, closed the script, and sat quietly for a long time.

Huang Xiaoyun entered, seeing Chunshui zoning out. She cautiously glanced at her boss, placing flowers in the nightstand vase.

Doctor Zhou had specifically asked for this, saying flowers would cheer her boss up.

Doctor Zhou had left the ward angry but still suppressed it to tell her to arrange the flowers.

Huang Xiaoyun couldn’t understand how her cold boss angered the cheerful Doctor Zhou.

Zhou Li returned to her office, full of frustration, upset by the female protagonist’s attitude.

Chunshui was so erratic—hot and cold, more changeable than the weather.

Zhou Li didn’t know what she’d done wrong this time. She’d planned to discuss the script, but now she didn’t want to.

She flopped onto the sofa, wailing to the system, “No wonder the seniors’ notes warned about the female protagonist. She’s tough.”

System: …

Zhou Li knew the system wouldn’t reply—her complaints never got responses. But optimistically, she thought the “Guanyin” script’s rich characters would surely tempt Chunshui.

When Zhou Li absently took the script back from Huang Xiaoyun, she asked, puzzled, “Did she say anything?”

Huang Xiaoyun looked awkward. “Boss asked me to pass a message, saying…” She swallowed, nervous, “saying…”

Zhou Li sensed trouble and pressed, “What did she say?”

Huang Xiaoyun closed her eyes and blurted it out.

Huang Xiaoyun: “Boss said for Doctor Zhou to focus on treatment and not meddle in other matters!”

Zhou Li gritted her teeth, laughing in anger.