All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 17

In the Fast-Travel Bureau’s support team, Zhou Li had seen all sorts of people, but none as guarded as Chunshui.

She wanted to help her, but now she didn’t know where to start.

Zhou Li looked at the script on her desk. The pages showed signs of being read, meaning Chunshui had looked at it but still rejected it.

Zhou Li couldn’t fathom what Chunshui was thinking.

Good scripts were rare, and now one was handed to her, yet she refused.

The sun set, and the sky gradually darkened.

Zhou Li sat at her desk for a long time, unable to figure out Chunshui’s thoughts. She even considered confronting her directly.

But Zhou Li held back.

Chunshui had told her not to meddle, clearly wanting her to stick to being a doctor, not get involved in her life.

Zhou Li felt an indescribable disappointment.

She’d thought they were friends, but it seemed she was just being sentimental.

Worse, how would the mission move forward?

Zhou Li buried her face in her arms, asking the system glumly, “What should I do?”

The system offered a rational suggestion. “You can make this happen behind the scenes.”

Zhou Li sighed, stood, and turned on the light.

Behind the scenes wasn’t impossible, but it raised the mission’s difficulty.

Zhou Li opened a game, played absently, and asked the system, “Who’s the other lead in ‘Guanyin’?”

System: “Litchi.”

Zhou Li’s voice changed. “Who?!”

System, unchanged: “Litchi.”

Zhou Li gasped.

No wonder the female protagonist wouldn’t agree—it made sense now.

Her place in the industry was being overtaken by Litchi, dubbed the next Chunshui. It was normal for her to feel resentful.

Chunshui was Chunshui, irreplaceable.

Zhou Li felt annoyed. She’d focused on getting the female protagonist a role but forgot to check the co-star.

She couldn’t blame Chunshui. In her shoes, she might’ve refused too.

Zhou Li bit her lip, her typing slowing. Her game character was knocked down. Her mind raced, searching for a way to convince the female protagonist.

Missing this film could delay her comeback for who knows how long.

Three years was long enough. The industry was full of new faces. If Chunshui didn’t seize a good opportunity, she’d be swept away by the new wave.

Co-starring with Litchi as dual female leads was a chance to show no one could replace her.

Zhou Li’s brows relaxed. She stood, ready to find Chunshui, but stopped at the door.

No, give Chunshui some time to process. She’d check tomorrow.

Zhou Li paced her office, then ordered milk tea on her phone for the hospital’s night-shift staff.

Chunshui sat on a single sofa by the window. After rehab, she was exhausted but still handled work.

After signing files, Huang Xiaoyun collected them, entrusting them to a driver for Fang Yan.

Chunshui’s face was pale, her health never great.

Looking down, she saw the garden lights on. The night was beautiful, the garden serene. She said, “Push me downstairs for a walk.”

Huang Xiaoyun set up the folding wheelchair. Chunshui’s legs trembled as she sat.

Today’s rehab was intense, her body weary, her mind cluttered. She wanted fresh air.

Huang Xiaoyun didn’t dare argue, dressing Chunshui warmly.

She put on a coat, hat, and thin blanket.

Chunshui wore a mask. Huang Xiaoyun pushed her out.

The hospital was quiet at night, busy staff gone, only night-shift nurses at the station. A few steps out, they ran into Zhou Li carrying something. She placed the ordered milk tea on the nurses’ station, tapping the counter.

Zhou Li: “Night snack.”

The nurse looked up, saw the dean, and laughed, covering her mouth. “It’s only seven. Not quite a night snack.”

Zhou Li smiled. “Strong tea, light milk—keeps you alert. Counts as a night snack.”

The nurse took it, noticing two extra cups. “Doctor Zhou, whose are these?”

“215’s,” Zhou Li said casually, turning to see Chunshui.

She was a bit embarrassed, scratching her head. “Where you headed?”

Huang Xiaoyun looked at her boss. Chunshui’s eyes, hidden under her hat, met Zhou Li’s but didn’t respond. Huang Xiaoyun said softly, “Downstairs for a walk.”

Zhou Li handed milk tea to Huang Xiaoyun. “I’ll take over. This is yours.” She looked at the bodyguard trailing behind. “And his.” Then she bent down gently to Chunshui. “You can’t drink.”

Chunshui frowned.

Wasn’t Doctor Zhou angry? After her blunt rejection, Zhou Li faced her as if nothing happened.

Chunshui had imagined many reactions—Zhou Li confronting her, questioning why she dismissed her efforts, or avoiding her, resenting her.

She never expected Doctor Zhou to act so normal.

Chunshui’s eyes deepened.

Without her boss’s word, Huang Xiaoyun didn’t dare take it.

She smiled awkwardly at Zhou Li, looking to Chunshui.

Chunshui said softly, “Let’s go.”

Huang Xiaoyun pushed Chunshui into the elevator, the bodyguard following. Zhou Li smiled.

Think you can ditch me? No way!

She wedged a foot in the closing elevator, squeezing beside Chunshui’s wheelchair, smiling. “I’ll join you.”

The elevator door closed. Zhou Li pressed the first floor.

It dinged, arriving.

The elevator was silent, two long minutes. Huang Xiaoyun barely breathed, afraid of drawing attention.

Her cheeks puffed. As the door opened, Zhou Li shoved the milk tea into her hand. “I’ve got this.” She pushed Chunshui out.

Caught off guard, her boss taken, Huang Xiaoyun stared blankly as Doctor Zhou wheeled her out.

She started to call, “Bos—” but was muffled.

The bodyguard behind her took the milk tea Zhou Li gave, inserted a straw, sipped, and pressed the open button. “Boss didn’t speak. Don’t disturb them.”

But her boss was taken…

Huang Xiaoyun stood in the elevator as the doors nearly closed. She hurried out, trailing the bodyguard, who followed far behind.

Zhou Li pushed Chunshui steadily.

Chunshui didn’t speak, nor did she, wheeling her to the small park before mentioning the flowers blooming in the beds.

She rambled, avoiding the main topic.

Chunshui had never met someone more patient than her.

They strolled slowly in the park.

The night sky held faint stars, a few shining brightly. A cool breeze brushed by. Chunshui sighed inwardly, asking faintly, “Doctor Zhou, why are you so good to me?”