All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 26

The reporters on-site were instantly drawn to the two of them, cameras converging.

Chunshui’s hand rested on Zhou Xi’s waist, her face tender, but Zhou Xi saw a faint coldness in her eyes. She kissed Zhou Xi’s hand at her lips, a decadent flower blooming at the corner of her mouth. Hua Yun’s issue suddenly seemed trivial.

“What’s your relationship?”

“Chunshui, are you coming out?”

“Were you influenced by Hua Yun?”

“Is your acceptance speech about her?”

The reporters bombarded them with questions, cameras nearly hitting Zhou Xi. Flustered, Zhou Xi was pulled into Chunshui’s arms, who shielded her from the chaos, whispering, “Don’t be afraid.”

“The car’s here!”

Chunshui wrapped Zhou Xi close, pulling Hua Yun into the car.

Tina sat inside, looking worried.

Hua Yun rubbed her temples, “Sorry, I got impulsive.”

Chunshui still held Zhou Xi’s hand, her expression calm, showing no trace of anger, “It’s not your fault. Someone wanted to make me look bad.”

Hua Yun looked at her, puzzled, but Chunshui offered no explanation.

She leaned back in the car seat, closed her eyes, but still gripped Zhou Xi’s hand tightly.

Zhou Xi tried to pull away, but without opening her eyes, Chunshui pressed her into her arms.

“Be good, let me rest.”

Zhou Xi’s eyes widened, hearing Chunshui’s steady heartbeat, her thoughts tangled.

Was Chunshui confessing to her, or was it just to create a viral news story to overshadow Hua Yun’s incident?

She couldn’t think too much. During Chunshui’s confession, Zhou Xi saw mockery in her eyes.

It was as if she anticipated this chaotic scene and planned her response.

The stretched car was spacious. Tina and Hua Yun sat opposite, Tina’s voice concerned as Hua Yun pulled her close, rubbing her head.

Zhou Xi frowned. The situation was too chaotic, knots tangling in her heart. She wanted to confront Chunshui, but now wasn’t the time.

After that ordeal, everyone was exhausted.

Zhou Xi felt especially drained.

The car returned to the hotel. There was a reception that evening.

All award ceremony attendees would gather, making it a prime networking spot.

Chunshui woke when the car stopped, gracefully stepping into the elevator with her skirt’s hem in hand.

She was the busiest, needing to change into three outfits that night.

Zhou Xi leaned against the car. Hua Yun, holding Tina, approached, “Why not go up?”

“I’ll wait here,” Zhou Xi pressed her temples, “I need a moment.”

Hua Yun raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak. She kissed Tina’s forehead, “You go up.”

Tina’s curious gaze shifted between Hua Yun and Zhou Xi, waved, and went up.

Seeing neither followed, Chunshui asked Tina something. Tina shook her head. Chunshui glanced at Zhou Xi and pressed the elevator’s close button.

Zhou Xi asked, “What do you want to say?”

Hua Yun smiled lightly, “Chunshui really likes you.”

Maybe mixed with self-interest or other motives, but the liking itself was genuine.

Chunshui was learning how to love someone.

“She’s clumsy,” Hua Yun said, “She seems so sharp, but she’s awkward with emotions.”

Zhou Xi pursed her lips.

Hua Yun continued, “You can doubt other things, but not her sincerity.”

Zhou Xi looked at her, conflicted, “Do you think I should accept her?”

Hua Yun laughed, “That depends on whether you like her.”

Zhou Xi froze, stunned.

Like? Her brows furrowed, as if it were a tough question.

Hua Yun said no more, looking at the elevator descending. Chunshui had changed quickly, her long hair now short, lip color and eye makeup altered. She looked at Zhou Xi but spoke to Hua Yun, “Let’s go.”

On the way to the reception, the car was silent.

Tina nestled in Hua Yun’s arms, whispering. Hua Yun responded softly, occasionally ruffling Tina’s hair, only to be pushed away playfully.

Zhou Xi and Chunshui sat at opposite ends, not like a newly confessed couple but strangers.

Hua Yun glanced over, then kissed Tina’s forehead.

Those two had a long way to go!

At the reception, reporters were barred, though some sneaked in with invitations.

The night was star-studded, with countless European and American celebrities along the seaside boulevard, joined by many Chinese stars.

People approached Chunshui to talk, while Hua Yun was surrounded by actors pitching themselves. Both sides chatted lively. Tina blended into the atmosphere naturally, while Zhou Xi stood by the food table, zoning out.

So much food, yet it seemed for show. Actors and stars avoided indulging to maintain their figures.

Zhou Xi circled the table, picking her favorites.

She found a corner to sit, watching the elegantly dressed crowd in the main hall, and asked the system, “Did you find the reason for the female lead’s car accident?”

System: “Found something—it’s tied to Leading Entertainment.”

Zhou Xi narrowed her eyes, thinking it over.

“Is Leading Entertainment Litchi’s agency?”

System: “Yes.”

Recalling Chunshui’s words in the car, Zhou Xi asked, “Were the reporters earlier connected to Leading Entertainment?”

System: “Some are paparazzi who work with Leading Entertainment regularly.”

Entertainment reporters and paparazzi were different. Reporters, despite the “entertainment” label, spread industry news, while paparazzi chased rumors and stirred controversies unscrupulously.

No profession was inherently better, but everyone in the industry hated paparazzi.

Zhou Xi said, “Investigate Leading Entertainment.”

System: Received.

She ate, unnoticed, enjoying the meal.

It was probably the most comforting thing that day.

Zhou Xi thought the food, untouched by others, might not be good, just for show. But it was delicious, though sadly unappreciated by the crowd.

Music started, a singer igniting the room. The vibe shifted, people swaying to the beat. Zhou Xi’s body moved along. Finishing her plate, she grabbed a champagne glass from a waiter’s tray, ready to join the fun, when a hand from behind a red velvet curtain grabbed her.

Before she could yelp, she was pulled in.

Startled, the familiar feeling hit her—only one person loved ambushing her: Chunshui.

She looked up. Chunshui’s slender white arms pinned her against the wall from over her shoulders. Her lips, flushed from drinking, murmured near Zhou Xi’s nose, “Where’d you run off to? I looked for you forever.”

The noise outside exploded, but inside the curtain, Zhou Xi swallowed hard, knees bending to escape, only to be pinned by Chunshui’s leg.

Chunshui’s eyes were hazy, her expression dangerous, “Trying to run? Hmm?”

Zhou Xi gave an awkward laugh, “Did you drink too much? Need to sober up?”

Chunshui’s head dropped to Zhou Xi’s shoulder.

“I drank a bit much. They tried to get me drunk, jealous I won the award.”

Zhou Xi held her arms out, one hand clutching the champagne glass, trying not to spill, while struggling to support Chunshui.

The music hit a climax, a stunning voice singing. The curtain swayed, and Zhou Xi feared it being pulled open.

Light slipped through the gap, their shadows overlapping on the curtain.

Zhou Xi pleaded, “Drink water, eat something, or you’ll get drunk.”

Chunshui chuckled, “Only Doctor Zhou cares if I’ve eaten.”

Zhou Xi just wanted her to back off. Where did Chunshui get such strength? Wasn’t rehab for her legs? How was her upper body so strong?

Chunshui nuzzled Zhou Xi, her soft hair brushing Zhou Xi’s chin. Zhou Xi dazedly thought she was like a pet, acting cute.

Not a cat, but a bird.

Pecking when upset, otherwise soaring above, looking down.

“What’s Doctor Zhou thinking?” Chunshui stayed nestled, unwilling to move.

Zhou Xi’s warmth drew her. Her bare legs and arms clung to it. The venue’s AC was too cold, and Chunshui’s exposed skin shivered, like a bird with wet tail feathers.

“Thinking your makeup might ruin my white jacket.”

Chunshui laughed, “I bought your jacket.”

Zhou Xi’s raised hand slowly dropped, resting lightly on Chunshui’s back. Her spine curved gracefully, and Zhou Xi’s fingers touched it, startled by the coolness, shrinking back.

“The night’s star will be missed if she’s gone.”

Chunshui finally stood straight, her fingers grazing Zhou Xi’s chin, sliding down her chest and stomach, lifting Zhou Xi’s unbuttoned jacket, “I’m cold.”

Zhou Xi’s heart raced, each beat louder.

“I’ll take it off for you.”

The atmosphere was too intimate, her heart ready to burst.

Holding the glass with nowhere to put it, Chunshui stepped back. Behind the curtain, people passed by. She took Zhou Xi’s glass, downed it, and Zhou Xi slipped off her jacket, draping it over Chunshui’s shoulders. They emerged, unnoticed, Zhou Xi’s face flushed with tension.

Staring at Zhou Xi’s red earlobes, Chunshui squinted with interest.

Zhou Xi couldn’t miss the wolf-like gaze beside her. To change the subject, she said, “Let’s dance!”

“Does Doctor Zhou know how?”

The music shifted from upbeat to smooth jazz. Couples swayed in the dance floor.

“I do.”

Chunshui set the glass on a nearby windowsill, took Zhou Xi’s hand, and said, “Let’s go.”

Hua Yun and Tina were already dancing, seeing Chunshui and Zhou Xi. They spun close, and Hua Yun laughed, “Where’d you two go? Lots of directors were asking about our Best Actress.”

Chunshui’s arm wrapped around Zhou Xi’s waist. Zhou Xi danced the female part, Chunshui the male, both swaying to the music.

“Then we’ll need our Best Film winner to make introductions.”

Hua Yun beamed at the words.

“Shame you’re not staying here to develop.”

“I’ll take good scripts,” Chunshui said.

Hua Yun nodded, “Have fun.”

“Have fun.”

The two pairs sparred briefly, then parted.

Zhou Xi stared at her feet, avoiding stepping on Chunshui.

She didn’t notice Chunshui lean close, whispering, “Doctor Zhou’s waist is so slim,” like she’d discovered new territory.

Zhou Xi’s cheeks flushed again.

Chunshui looked, her mischievous streak rising.

Zhou Xi twisted her waist awkwardly. Chunshui asked, “What does Doctor Zhou feel about me?”

Zhou Xi looked up, “Huh?”

Chunshui, “Is Doctor Zhou so unmoved by my confession?”

Zhou Xi: …

Zhou Xi said softly, “It was too sudden.”

Chunshui chuckled. The music stopped, and she let go, adjusting the jacket on her shoulders.

“Then I hope Doctor Zhou seriously considers what’s between us.”

Zhou Xi paused, grabbed Chunshui’s wrist, and said earnestly, “Can I refuse?”

Chunshui’s excited mind thudded, like a stone dropping.

The crowd dispersed, leaving them in the dance floor’s center.

Chunshui finally understood, “You don’t like me.”

“No, I don’t,” Zhou Xi said brutally, tearing apart their fragile connection.

Zhou Xi, relieved: Finally said it.

Chunshui: …