All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

Chunshui leaned against the wall, holding a glass of wine.

Hua Yun asked, “What’s up with you and Doctor Zhou? You’ve been standing there a long time.”

Chunshui’s face was slightly flushed, but she kept drinking.

Hua Yun stopped her, “Don’t drink anymore. You’ve had too much tonight. Being happy doesn’t mean drinking like this.”

Chunshui looked up. Zhou Xi and Tina stood together, sharing food Zhou Xi had just eaten, both smiling. Watching Zhou Xi, Chunshui slowly smiled too, her tone light, “She said she doesn’t like me.”

Hua Yun’s hand paused, then firmly took Chunshui’s glass, “Didn’t Doctor Zhou say that before? Why care now? I thought you two were just fighting.”

Chunshui’s mouth tasted bitter.

She’d thought Zhou Xi was playing hard to get. In the world of fame and fortune, didn’t people say one thing but mean another?

Hua Yun sighed at her expression, “Have you ever chased someone?”

Chunshui shook her head.

Hua Yun reasoned, “What you did today was wrong. A confession isn’t a signal to attack; it’s the start of the next step. You should confirm mutual feelings first, then confess. Otherwise, it’s harassment.”

Chunshui was silent for a while, then asked earnestly, “Why did you chase me back then?”

Hua Yun’s mind didn’t work as fast, “That was ages ago.” She looked puzzled, “I’m talking about you two.”

Chunshui gave a bitter smile, “I just calmed down and thought. I don’t seem to have anything Doctor Zhou would like.”

Everything she did relied on Zhou Xi’s supposed feelings for her. When the tide receded, what reason did she have to approach Zhou Xi?

Zhou Xi didn’t like her.

Each thought made Chunshui’s heart ache.

If anything could numb her, it was probably alcohol.

Hua Yun sighed, “Be confident. You’re amazing. You’re the Best Actress.”

Chunshui stayed silent.

But she wasn’t the leading lady in Zhou Xi’s life.

Zhou Xi turned to share with Tina, feeling piercing eyes on her back, her mind wandering.

Tina tapped her shoulder, looking concerned. Zhou Xi smiled, “I’m fine.”

The reception eventually ended, and the car was silent.

Chunshui leaned against the window, seemingly asleep. Zhou Xi’s jacket still draped over her shoulders, half-slipping to her arm. Her thin shoulders rested against the black seat, fragile as paper.

Hua Yun watched them, kissed Tina’s forehead, “Rest a bit. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

Tina whispered in her ear, “Did something happen to them?”

Hua Yun murmured, “I’ll tell you later.”

Tina nuzzled Hua Yun’s chin, grabbed her arm, rested her head on her shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Zhou Xi looked out the window, her eyes clear, untouched by alcohol. She asked the system, “Confirm again, the task is to save the female lead, with no romantic pursuit goals, right?”

System confirmed.

Zhou Xi calmly said, “Got it.”

The night deepened as they returned to the estate.

Hua Yun called Chunshui twice. Chunshui woke from a light nap, glanced beside her, and saw Zhou Xi had already left the car. Her warmth seemed to withdraw bit by bit since saying she didn’t like her in the dance floor. One day, they might return to strangers, perhaps only passing by if they met again.

Thinking of this, Chunshui’s fingers tightened on Zhou Xi’s jacket.

Hua Yun patted her shoulder, “Get out.”

In matters of love, outsiders’ words were useless. Only those involved could untangle it.

Night turned to day, and Zhou Xi boarded the return flight.

Before takeoff, she stared at her phone, frowning.

The domestic news hadn’t exploded. All reports about Chunshui were positive, with no mention of her coming out online. Given the reporters’ frenzy, negative news should’ve been everywhere. The clean internet made her uneasy.

A flight attendant softly reminded, “The plane’s about to take off.”

Zhou Xi put away her phone, sat properly, and fastened her seatbelt.

As the plane soared, Zhou Xi closed her eyes and asked the system, “What did you find about Leading Entertainment?”

System: “Found a three-year-old news piece. Chunshui’s contract was nearing its end, and Leading Entertainment wanted to contact her.”

Zhou Xi found it odd, “No other news? No direct contact between Leading Entertainment and Chunshui?”

System: “None.”

That was strange.

Zhou Xi sensed a hidden story, but the system wasn’t all-knowing. She’d need to contact someone from Leading Entertainment for the system to dig deeper.

She could ask Chunshui directly, but given their situation, less contact seemed better.

On the return flight in first class, Chunshui’s award news couldn’t be hidden. The airport was packed when they landed. Zhou Xi glanced at Chunshui taking a VIP exit and left through another.

Before getting into the car, Chunshui removed her glasses, looked at the exit with watery eyes, put on sunglasses, her eyes red at the edges, and left.

This was captured and posted online.

Netizens teased, “Three years gone, isn’t this my long-lost wife?”

“Not ex-wife?”

“This is my main wife!”

Chunshui’s festival outfits were revealed, earning much admiration.

Someone commented, “The entertainment industry’s been playing it safe too long, so boring. We need a shark to stir this pool!”

Under Chunshui’s photos, netizens quipped: Three years gone, still gotta watch my queen!

It sparked plenty of laughs.

The fashion world jumped in, with domestic magazines inviting Chunshui for covers, followed by interviews. Director Zhang, seeing her热度, quietly rejoiced at his find. Chunshui played along, mentioning in every interview that she’d joined Director Zhang’s new film Guanyin. Director Zhang reciprocated, promoting Chunshui in the film’s publicity. Her lost popularity from three years ago surged back, trending with every event. Yet Zhou Xi felt uneasy until a bombshell news broke: “Chunshui’s Global Fan Club Disbands,” listing her ten sins, declaring her unfit as an actor.

Reading it, Zhou Xi’s furrowed brows relaxed, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

Fans expelling a Grand Slam actress from acting? How bold! Chunshui didn’t rise on popularity. These people were too naive.

Zhou Xi didn’t see Chunshui’s response. She knew Chunshui’s studio was still forming, likely too busy to handle this. Tomorrow, she’d join the set for Director Zhang’s film, with its kickoff ceremony. Zhou Xi was invited, their first meeting since parting.

Half a month, maybe? Zhou Xi stood by the window. The moonlight was beautiful, like frost scattering on earth. Chunshui stood by her window, gazing at the same moon.

Fang Yan stood behind her, “Confirmed, she’ll attend the kickoff ceremony.”

Chunshui, on the thirtieth floor, looked at the moon, arms crossed, and said faintly, “I know.”

Fang Yan was puzzled, “Boss, do you know Li Xia from Leading Entertainment? Why is she suppressing your negative news?”

Chunshui said calmly, “I know her.”

Fang Yan relaxed, thinking she was an ally.

“She tried to pressure me into something inappropriate, and I refused,” Chunshui said flatly. Fang Yan was shocked, “Boss! Why deal with such scum?!”

Chunshui lowered her hands, “I just wanted to confirm some things.”

“I’ll escort you tomorrow!” Fang Yan said firmly, “Let her know you’ve got people behind you!”

“No need,” Chunshui refused, “Is the studio set up?”

Fang Yan’s clenched fist didn’t loosen. Someone tried to pressure his boss! They should be thrown into the sea for sharks!

“Sharks, no!” Fang Yan caught himself. Chunshui frowned, and he resumed reporting, “Your team is mostly assembled, but your old agent can’t be rehired. I’m looking for a new one.”

Chunshui rested her hand on a chair, grabbed the jacket on its back, and put it on, “No need to search. Get a newbie. I don’t need their connections, just obedience.”

Fang Yan thought of himself, picked up by the boss the same way. Honestly, her skills were wasted in entertainment—she could be a mogul, but that wasn’t her goal.

Fang Yan bowed, “Got it. I’ll see you out.”

Chunshui checked her phone’s time, “No need. You head home early.”

Outside, Chunshui’s hand rested on the steering wheel. She drove herself today, hesitated, then decided to see Zhou Xi, turning toward the hospital.

At this hour, Zhou Xi was likely still there—she never saw her go home.

Zhou Xi indeed lived at the hospital.

With cleaning staff and a cafeteria, no tidying or cooking needed—perfect.

Working on patient records at her computer, Zhou Xi habitually pushed her glasses, then remembered Chunshui took her frames again.

Zhou Xi fumed. Kissing was one thing, but taking her glasses twice—what was that about? This time, she didn’t even return them!

Zhou Xi planned to get new ones after the kickoff ceremony. Without glasses, she lacked authority. Nurses openly stared at her, and tasks were done sluggishly!

Lost in thought, Zhou Xi resumed her records. Her office light was on, visible from outside. Chunshui stood under a tree, quietly watching Zhou Xi’s ground-floor office, its sheer curtains half-drawn, showing a figure at the computer.

Chunshui took out her phone, then put it back.

Her eyes deep, she stood silently for a while, then left.

Zhou Xi stretched, glanced outside at the quiet night, printed her records, and took them to the nurse’s station. The duty nurse smiled, “Dean, the patient from 215 came back, brought gifts for everyone. Did you get yours?”

215? Chunshui?

Zhou Xi was surprised, “When was she here?”

“Just now, packed up her room, said someone would handle discharge tomorrow.”

Zhou Xi pursed her lips, “I didn’t see her.”

“What?” The nurse didn’t believe it, “She said she was going to see you.”

The knot in Zhou Xi’s heart grew. Chunshui didn’t want to leave before—now she came and went without a word?

Zhou Xi asked, “How long ago did she leave?”

“Not long, just a bit,” the nurse replied.

Zhou Xi rushed out.

Hands in her white coat pockets, she hurried. The nurse shook her head.

Probably too late.

At the hospital entrance, not even a fly was there. Zhou Xi stood quietly, feeling silly. If she didn’t see her today, they’d meet tomorrow—why was she so worked up?

Zhou Xi touched her earlobe; the piercing pain was gone.

The day after the piercing, someone left anti-inflammatory cream at her door. Zhou Xi knew it was Chunshui.

Lowering her hand, Zhou Xi sighed, turned back to her office. The hallway’s sensor lights flickered. Holding the doorknob, she noticed a blue paper bag at her feet.

Zhou Xi looked around, dazed, as if still in Spain. Opening the door, she saw the bag on the handle.

Bending down, she picked it up, weighed it—light.

Closing the door softly, the hallway light went out. Zhou Xi sat at her desk, opened the bag, and found new glasses. She searched for a note—nothing.

Zhou Xi sighed inexplicably.

Well, no need to get glasses tomorrow.

She pulled a small mirror from her drawer, tried on the glasses, and admired them.

Say what you will about someone’s confession skills, their taste was spot-on.

Zhou Xi took off the glasses, set them on the desk, and stared, resting her chin in her hand. The silver frame reflected cold light. She buried her face in her arms, the knot in her heart tangling into another mess, two knots colliding inside.

Zhou Xi hummed softly.

Morning came, and Zhou Xi arrived early at the set.

Director Zhang was busy, yelling at staff to hurry for the auspicious start time.

Reporters got crew materials. Zhou Xi didn’t know anyone else. Director Zhang briefly met her but was called away after a few words.

Not wanting to bother anyone, Zhou Xi stood in a corner, curiously looking around when she heard a commotion, “The female lead’s here!”

Thinking it was Chunshui, she craned her neck expectantly, only to see Litchi with a tall, leggy woman beside her.

Reporters swarmed.

“Ms. Li, heard Leading Entertainment invested in this film. Think it’ll make money?”

“Is Ms. Li here with Litchi?”

“Litchi, why take a niche film like Guanyin?”

Zhou Xi’s brows furrowed. She called, “System!”

System received.

Perfect timing to investigate Leading Entertainment—this Ms. Li showed up just right!

Li Xia, arrogant with oversized sunglasses, didn’t bother removing them or speaking. Her bodyguards pushed back the reporters, clearing a path. She adjusted her sunglasses coldly, “Let’s go.”

Litchi skipped along happily.

Zhou Xi’s gaze stayed on Li Xia, finding her odd. What could the system uncover? As she wondered, a familiar voice came, “Who’s Doctor Zhou interested in now?”

Zhou Xi turned. Chunshui’s lips curved, just like their first meeting.

Chunshui was still Chunshui.

Her eyes lingered on Zhou Xi’s face, noting the glasses she sent. Chunshui sincerely praised, “The glasses look great.”

Zhou Xi: ?

Zhou Xi pushed her glasses, spouting nonsense, “They do look good. Wonder which admirer sent them? Maybe they knew my glasses were stolen by some thief.”

Chunshui couldn’t help but laugh, “That admirer has great taste, picking the same style as mine.”

She put on flat-lens glasses, pushed them with her finger, and asked, “What does Doctor Zhou think?”

Zhou Xi’s heart skipped, turning away awkwardly, “Not bad.”

Actually, very nice—especially Chunshui’s smile, sweeter than cotton candy.

Chunshui said, “Let’s go, the director’s calling.”

Zhou Xi hurried to follow.

Her gaze fell on Chunshui’s back, finding it unbelievable.

She thought rejecting Chunshui again would end their friendship, but today’s meeting felt so normal.

Zhou Xi relaxed, a smile spreading on her face.

Zhou Xi: Yes, this is how it should be.

Chunshui: Retreating to advance works well.