All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 23

On the day they left for Spain, Zhou Xi and Chunshui sat in first class. Chunshui’s entire team was there, but only Zhou Xi had this privilege, especially after Chunshui’s words.

Zhou Xi rested her chin in her hand.

Something felt off. Had she been played by Chunshui that day?

Zhou Xi wanted to talk to the system, but knowing it wouldn’t respond, she gave up and reclined her seat.

The first-class seats were fully enclosed, giving each person a private space. Not seeing Chunshui made Zhou Xi breathe a sigh of relief.

Lately, being around Chunshui felt increasingly stressful, making Zhou Xi eager to finish the task and return to the Fast-Travel Bureau.

The last time she felt this much pressure was when her performance fell short, and her leader, full of empty promises, urged her to try harder.

The first-class seats were comfortable, and the flight attendants spoke softly.

After eating and drinking, Zhou Xi slept until they reached Spain, where she smelled the salty, humid air unique to a coastal city.

A sea breeze blew, invigorating her as she stepped off the plane.

Since they weren’t on the same flight as the team, Chunshui and Zhou Xi arrived first.

Chunshui fluently spoke with airport staff. Zhou Xi listened for a while before realizing she was using Spanish.

In an unfamiliar place, Zhou Xi didn’t know much and followed Chunshui’s lead.

They went to the baggage claim to retrieve their luggage and then headed out.

Chunshui pulled her suitcase with one hand, tapped her phone a few times, then looked around. Suddenly, a voice called, “Shui Shui!”

Before Zhou Xi could react, Chunshui pulled her suitcase to the left, and Zhou Xi hurried to follow.

The person picking them up hugged Chunshui over the barrier.

“Shui Shui, you’re finally here!” Hua Yun exclaimed, holding Chunshui’s face, giving her a cheek kiss, followed by big kisses on both sides.

Chunshui wiped the lipstick marks off her face expressionlessly, her brows furrowed enough to crush a fly. Hua Yun smiled apologetically, lifting her shirt to wipe Chunshui’s hand.

Zhou Xi stood behind Chunshui, observing the woman in an orange floral dress, straw hat, and blue denim jacket. Hua Yun leaned forward, flashing a bright smile at Zhou Xi.

“You’re Chunshui’s little lover, right? Come on, the car’s outside.”

Huh? Zhou Xi was confused.

She spoke a language Zhou Xi understood, but the words made no sense.

Zhou Xi grabbed her suitcase to ask more, but Chunshui held her wrist.

“It’s crowded here. Let’s talk outside.”

The crowd surged, and Chunshui’s hand was cold.

The chill from her hand seeped into Zhou Xi’s wrist, making her shiver.

Zhou Xi followed Chunshui out in a daze until they got into the car. Hua Yun said, “You can stay at my girlfriend’s place. The film festival’s coming up, and it’s crowded everywhere. It’s more convenient at home.”

Zhou Xi didn’t get a chance to ask. Hua Yun was a chatterbox, talking nonstop, leaving no room for Chunshui or Zhou Xi to speak.

Hua Yun looked like a glamorous beauty, with bold European-style makeup, but her mouth was relentless.

Zhou Xi’s face grew blank as she listened, forgetting what she wanted to ask.

One thought consumed her: Was she supposed to hear all this celebrity gossip? Wouldn’t she get chased down by the gossip’s subjects for knowing so much?

Chunshui sat upright, her head slightly tilted, eyes smiling as she looked at Zhou Xi, completely uninterested in the scenery outside.

Hua Yun caught Chunshui’s smile in the rearview mirror and wanted to snap a photo of her friend, send it to her, and plaster huge text on her forehead: “You’re done for, you’ve fallen in love!”

At their destination, Zhou Xi stood at the entrance, stunned.

This sprawling seaside estate was the “home” Hua Yun mentioned? Zhou Xi knew Chunshui’s friends weren’t ordinary, but she thought a place for four people would be a large apartment, not something this extravagant.

The estate was vast, and Hua Yun drove inside.

It included a private beach, golden coastline, charming palm trees, and layered mountains. White houses were built on the hills, straight out of a Hollywood movie. When a beautiful mixed-race brunette walked out, Zhou Xi was completely numb.

The woman had a perfect tan, her skin an even black, wearing a bikini with a colorful crochet sweater. She and Hua Yun naturally exchanged a kiss—not the polite cheek kiss Hua Yun gave Chunshui, but a passionate lip-to-lip kiss. The intensity left Zhou Xi stunned, feeling like an old-fashioned, unenlightened relic.

Chunshui subtly stepped in front of Zhou Xi and asked, “Where are we staying?”

Hua Yun and her girlfriend were too busy to answer. A butler appeared from behind, “Please follow me, guests.”

A maid took their luggage, and Zhou Xi was led away by Chunshui, still in a daze.

Upstairs, Chunshui whispered, “You’re fine as you are. Don’t learn from them.”

Learn what? Kissing?

Zhou Xi’s mind was a complete mess.

Everything she saw and heard today overwhelmed her before she could process it, pulling her into a bigger whirlwind.

Their rooms were on the second floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a clear view of the long coastline.

Blue seawater seeped into the sand, the horizon stretched far, and nearby were layered mountains. A silver road led to the shore. Zhou Xi’s mood gradually calmed, but one question lingered: Why did Chunshui’s friend misunderstand? Did Chunshui say something to her?

Zhou Xi gazed at the view, her feelings complicated.

She unpacked, left her room, and found a maid waiting outside, speaking gibberish Zhou Xi couldn’t understand—probably the local language. Zhou Xi knocked on Chunshui’s door for help.

Chunshui opened the door, glanced at Zhou Xi and the maid, said something, pulled Zhou Xi inside, and told her to sit while she continued unpacking.

Unlike Zhou Xi, who tossed her suitcase in the room, Chunshui neatly arranged her clothes in the closet. Zhou Xi wandered curiously and noticed their bedroom balconies were adjacent, close enough to step across. She glanced over, and Chunshui, done unpacking, called her to go downstairs together.

In the coastal city, Chunshui seemed more relaxed. She wore a gray spaghetti-strap maxi dress, thin straps on her shoulders, crisscross ties at the back, exposing large patches of fair skin on her chest and back. Roman sandals revealed her delicate toes, her whole look light, vibrant, and fresh.

Zhou Xi’s gaze fell on her earrings—tassel earrings, like flowing water.

At the hospital, Chunshui rarely wore accessories, so Zhou Xi looked a few extra times.

The outfit suited Chunshui perfectly.

Chunshui turned, her hair clipped with a beige clip, a few elegant strands falling by her cheeks. Her high nose resembled a mountain ridge, her thin lips parting slightly, “Do you like it?” Chunshui asked.

Before Zhou Xi could respond, Chunshui took off an earring and held it by Zhou Xi’s ear, then shook her head, “It doesn’t suit you.” She added, surprised, “You don’t have pierced ears?”

Zhou Xi felt awkward for a moment, touched her earlobe, and nodded slightly.

Her eyes lowered. Chunshui’s closeness made her heart race inexplicably. She pushed up her glasses and said softly, “I don’t need them.”

Chunshui eyed Zhou Xi’s knee-length shorts, white t-shirt, and flashy shirt layered over it. She smiled, “You look good like this. It suits this place.”

The words sounded familiar.

Zhou Xi frowned, following Chunshui, wondering when she’d heard them before.

In the spacious dining room, Hua Yun waved enthusiastically, “Come quick! My girlfriend prepared lots of local dishes. Try them!”

Hua Yun’s enthusiasm seemed endless. Her girlfriend stood beside her, smiling indulgently.

At the table, Zhou Xi learned Hua Yun was the director of Chunshui’s nominated film, *Small Town Girl*. She arrived a month early to promote the movie. Her girlfriend, seeing her hard work, bought a mansion locally.

While Hua Yun talked, her girlfriend kept feeding her.

The atmosphere between them was warm, clearly a couple in the honeymoon phase, with occasional glances and sweet, bubbly air.

Hua Yun’s girlfriend didn’t talk much or engage with them. Zhou Xi noticed Hua Yun switched to Spanish when speaking to her, guessing she didn’t understand Chinese.

Chunshui ate quietly, responding occasionally, while Hua Yun dominated the conversation.

She talked about bribing journalists, paying magazines, and meeting PR people to influence the judges.

Zhou Xi was stunned. She thought these awards were judged professionally, not realizing the deep insider dealings and real money involved.

After dinner, dessert was served, and Chunshui went to touch up her makeup.

Hua Yun asked curiously, “How did you meet Chunshui? She’s hard to chase. When I pursued her, she blocked me outright, gave me no face when we met, and nearly rejected my movie, almost derailing my project. I had to beg so many people to convince her to take the role, leading to today’s story.”

Zhou Xi didn’t know whether to first address Hua Yun pursuing Chunshui or her discussing her romantic history in front of her current girlfriend.

Awkwardly, she said, “You’re mistaken. She and I aren’t in that kind of relationship.”

“Then what kind?” Hua Yun asked casually. “Don’t you like her?”

Zhou Xi nearly dropped her dessert spoon. How did this misunderstanding happen?

She said softly, “I really don’t like her.”

Hua Yun looked shocked, “You don’t like her?”

“Yes, I don’t like her.”

Saying it out loud, Zhou Xi relaxed, her voice growing louder. She leaned back in her chair, feeling resistance. Turning, she saw Chunshui’s hand on the chair’s backrest, standing expressionlessly.