All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21

Two weeks later, the marks on Chunshui’s face faded until they were barely noticeable.

She stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining her cheeks, her gaze meticulously scanning the traces.

Zhou Xi stood at the bathroom door, hands in pockets, shoulders leaning against the doorframe, lost in thought.

The atmosphere these past two weeks felt somewhat strange.

Bai SuFang called specifically to thank her.

She said she wanted to treat Zhou Xi to dinner, but Zhou Xi refused.

Zhou Xi felt she hadn’t done much, and the female lead was a sensible person, but she disliked her, probably toying with her, perhaps treating her as entertainment.

After all, the female lead probably hadn’t seen someone as self-deluded as her in the entertainment industry.

Zhou Xi mocked herself.

Chunshui turned her face, somehow having walked to Zhou Xi’s side.

“Doctor Zhou, how do I look?”

Zhou Xi snapped back to reality, seeing Chunshui’s face extremely close, so close that Zhou Xi could see the fine hairs on her face. Startled, Zhou Xi’s body jerked backward. Chunshui, worried she might fall, grabbed Zhou Xi’s arm with her right hand and tried to wrap her left arm around Zhou Xi’s waist. Before she could, Zhou Xi swatted it away.

Still shaken, Zhou Xi stepped back a few paces, steadied herself, and frowned, saying, “Why are you getting so close?”

Chunshui withdrew her outstretched right hand, clenched her left, and glanced at Zhou Xi’s dangling hand. She said lightly, “I wanted Doctor Zhou to see my face clearly.”

Zhou Xi kept her distance, her gaze falling on Chunshui’s face, and said formally, “At this rate, you can be discharged in a couple of days.”

Chunshui’s brows furrowed slightly, her cool gaze landing on Zhou Xi’s face.

“I’m getting discharged. I bet Doctor Zhou is thrilled.”

Zhou Xi gave a fake smile and said, “Of course, I fulfilled my doctor’s duties. When a patient recovers and gets discharged, I’m naturally happy.”

This was a jab at something Chunshui had said before.

An eye for an eye.

Chunshui fell silent.

She brushed past Zhou Xi to the hospital bed and asked, “Didn’t we already do the morning treatment? Why is Doctor Zhou here now?”

Zhou Xi, hands in pockets, said casually, “To assess your condition and prepare for your discharge.”

Chunshui’s movement to pull back the blanket slowed. She turned to look at Zhou Xi and said, “Isn’t ten million enough for my hospital stay?”

Zhou Xi gritted her teeth, forgetting about that detail.

She huffed, saying sarcastically, “How could it not be? It’s enough to buy this whole hospital.”

Chunshui returned a fake smile to Zhou Xi, “I think Doctor Zhou’s hospital is more comfortable than a hotel.”

Zhou Xi glared at her, and Chunshui smiled.

“Will Doctor Zhou still assess me?”

Zhou Xi dawdled, “Of course!” She grumpily grabbed the clipboard from the bedside table, flipped it open with a huff, and asked, “Name.”

“Chunshui.”

“Gender?”

“Does Doctor Zhou need to ask that too?” Chunshui made the bed and turned to ask.

Zhou Xi snorted, “Who knows if you’re transgender.”

Chunshui found it amusing. She grabbed Zhou Xi’s hand and placed it on her chest, “Does Doctor Zhou want to check?”

Zhou Xi’s eyes widened, her face flushing red down to her neck, stammering and unable to speak.

She yanked her hand back, forcing her gaze to stay calm on Chunshui’s face, “Please don’t make such vulgar jokes with your doctor!”

Chunshui sat on the hospital bed, a faint smile on her face.

“Didn’t Doctor Zhou suspect I was transgender first? I just wanted to help Doctor Zhou confirm.”

The flush on Zhou Xi’s face didn’t fade; it deepened. She tried to stay composed, but her glasses couldn’t hide the burning red on her face.

Zhou Xi said sternly, “Please cooperate with the doctor’s work!”

Chunshui’s gaze was intense, making Zhou Xi even more flustered. Her toes curled, almost digging a three-bedroom apartment in her shoes.

Chunshui’s tone was melodious, “Alright, I’ll cooperate.”

She didn’t cause any more trouble, and Zhou Xi smoothly completed the assessment questionnaire.

After finishing, Zhou Xi tucked the pen back into the pocket of her white coat, didn’t say a word, and fled in a panic.

This was what Zhou Xi found strange these days.

Chunshui’s actions and her ambiguous gestures made Zhou Xi uneasy.

It felt like she was caught in a spider’s web, able to struggle at first, but gradually with nowhere to escape.

She was the tasker, wasn’t she? How did she end up being restrained by a small-world female lead?

Zhou Xi felt something was off.

As Zhou Xi left the room, the nurse at the station called out to her.

“Doctor Zhou, you have a delivery at the front desk.”

Zhou Xi nodded.

She went downstairs to the reception to pick up the delivery, opened the bag, and found a contract.

Zhou Xi reviewed the contract as she returned to her office. After reading, she called Bai SuFang.

“Sis, I received the contract. I’ll arrange for our hospital’s doctors to take shifts on the film set. But have you shown this contract to Director Zhang? Is it okay for just the two of us to sign?”

Bai SuFang laughed, “You’re right to remind me. This film set really needs professional doctors. I talked to Old Zhang, and he said it’s fine.”

“Sign the contract and fax it over.”

“Alright,” Zhou Xi agreed readily.

It turned out Zhou Xi was worried about Chunshui getting into trouble on Director Zhang’s set. During morning exercise, she mentioned some recent entertainment industry gossip to Bai SuFang, including incidents of actors getting injured on this set. Bai SuFang became alert.

Being half in the entertainment industry, she inquired and confirmed the rumors: films with Litchi often won awards, but the crew’s actors frequently got into accidents, without exception. No one died, but it cost the crew a lot of money.

After discussing with Director Zhang, since he knew Zhou Xi, they signed a cooperation agreement with her hospital to have doctors on set during filming, at least to keep people from panicking.

The nickname “jinx” was less known outside the industry but had spread quite a bit within it.

Director Zhang was skeptical but, like many in the entertainment industry, somewhat superstitious, so he partnered with Zhou Xi.

Zhou Xi sent the contract to the lawyer, confirmed it was fine, signed it, and faxed it to Director Zhang’s studio.

After finishing, she felt relieved, thinking she just had to wait for Chunshui to finish filming, reach the peak of her career, and then she could complete her task and leave.

Zhou Xi sat leisurely at her computer, saying to the system, “This task isn’t that hard, is it? How did the seniors fail?”

System: “Host, you should still be cautious.”

Zhou Xi scratched her head and said she understood.

Chunshui sat in the hospital room. Huang Xiaoyun had just seen off the rehab doctor. Chunshui asked, “Are the flight tickets booked?”

Huang Xiaoyun nodded, “Mr. Fang arranged everything. The dress is here too. They scheduled you to try it on today. Is the timing okay?”

Chunshui had no issue.

She took a shower to wash off her fatigue and went to try on the dress.

A female star’s dress is usually borrowed from brands. Chunshui’s schedule was too tight, and Fang Yan, as a businessman, didn’t like borrowing. Besides, his boss could afford it. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the latest season’s dresses from the top line, sent to the country for his boss to choose from.

The designer even flew from Paris to alter the dress for Chunshui.

When Chunshui arrived, it was already late.

Fang Yan waited for her at the hotel. They hadn’t seen each other in a month. Though Fang Yan had risen from assistant to president, he remained habitually respectful in front of Chunshui.

He always remembered that everything he had was thanks to Chunshui.

Without Chunshui, he was nothing.

Huang Xiaoyun was used to seeing Fang Yan bow and scrape before Chunshui, but Fang Yan’s new assistant wasn’t. He thought Chunshui was just a has-been actress and couldn’t understand why the boss went to such lengths to please an actor.

His movement to open the car door was slow, and Fang Yan noticed it immediately.

Chunshui glanced over indifferently, expressionless. Fang Yan promptly replaced the assistant.

He glared at the assistant, then greeted Chunshui softly, “The designer and stylist are ready. I’ve instructed them to follow your wishes.”

Chunshui didn’t want to reveal too much. She nodded and went in.

Fang Yan lagged a step behind. After Chunshui left, he said to the assistant coldly, “You’re done for today. Don’t come back tomorrow.”

He didn’t need someone who couldn’t read the room.

The assistant was stunned, trying to chase after and ask, but Fang Yan’s bodyguard dragged him away.

Chunshui changed into casual clothes and sat on the sofa. The hotel brought fruit, and the designer, with assistants, displayed over a dozen dresses.

Chunshui’s gaze landed on a black dress and chose it for the red carpet.

The black dress had a leather design, with two drooping black wings loosely designed at the waist. The upper half had a deep V-neck, widened shoulders, and the lower half was tight leather pants covered with a mysterious black veil.

She also picked two outfits for the indoor awards and the after-party, three looks for the day.

After choosing the clothes, the stylist began designing the look. Chunshui glanced at the design draft and said directly, “Use a princess cut.”

This suggestion was bold.

The princess cut depended heavily on face shape.

But the stylist was excited. Chunshui’s red carpet looks were never dull, and this bold change, starting with the style, would likely be a hit.

From hairstyle to full makeup, then putting on the dress.

Chunshui’s red lips dazzled, her aura cold, like an ice witch, mysterious and enigmatic.

Huang Xiaoyun and Fang Yan were stunned.

In the past, Chunshui went bare-faced, not unattractive, just plain. Now, with her aura fully unleashed, she shone like a star, as if even the moonlight lingered on her, tinged with frost.

They took a test shoot by the window.

Chunshui found her groove and tried the other two outfits.

The stylist’s skilled hands turned the long princess cut into a short one, creating a different charm.

After finishing the makeup and styling, it was late at night. Chunshui finally relaxed.

Fang Yan waited the whole time. When she was done, he approached and asked, “Boss, besides the team’s tickets, you booked an extra one for Spain. Who’s it for?”

Chunshui played with her hair, lazily replying, “Doctor Zhou’s.”