All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30.2

Chunshui repeated “be okay,” her eyes red, gripping Zhou Xi’s hand like a treasure, as if Zhou Xi was the world’s most priceless gem to her.

Chunshui once found life dull; meeting Zhou Xi showed her its vibrance.

She’d rather be the one hurt—she was used to pain—than see Zhou Xi, her sunlight, fall into darkness.

She wanted Zhou Xi to always be her sun, visible in her sight.

Zhou Xi didn’t know Chunshui’s thoughts but felt her care.

Having lived so long, Zhou Xi rarely felt treated like a child.

Though touched by Chunshui’s care, she was embarrassed, turning her head.

Clearing her throat, she said, “I’ll be fine.”

Chunshui lifted Zhou Xi’s left hand, kissing its back reverently.

Her unpainted lips, naturally red, pressed softly, sending a tingle through Zhou Xi’s hand.

Chunshui whispered, “Doctor Zhou, you’re very important to me.”

This confession was more moving than saying “I like you.”

Zhou Xi’s cheeks flushed, a faint pink on her fair face.

Chunshui gazed greedily at this vibrant Zhou Xi, something she dared not imagine days ago.

She’d even thought what she’d do if Zhou Xi never woke—dark thoughts of crushing Li Xia with a truck, yet feeling it was too lenient.

The more Li Xia valued something, the more Chunshui wanted to destroy it, to make her suffer for Zhou Xi’s pain.

Li Xia should be glad Zhou Xi was okay.

Zhou Xi was discharged, and Chunshui moved back to the hospital.

Zhou Xi found home less convenient than the hospital.

The staff treated their dean like royalty, making Zhou Xi feel like a decadent emperor, sleeping in, undisturbed by work.

The once-irritable head nurse now spoke softly. Zhou Xi used to think her loud voice was natural after scolding her for wrong prescriptions. Now, she was gentle, as if Zhou Xi were porcelain.

The mischievous nurses turned responsible.

Zhou Xi glanced at Chunshui, who slept on a mat, and touched her chin. Getting injured was this cozy? She couldn’t help saying, “There’s plenty of help here. You can go back…” Chunshui’s look silenced her.

She was discharged, yet Chunshui watched her more closely than when hospitalized.

When Zhou Xi needed the bathroom, Chunshui not only helped her up but escorted her inside, even trying to help with her pants—overly attentive.

Zhou Xi clutched her precarious pants, gritting out, “I can do this myself. Go out.”

“You’re not mobile, Doctor Zhou,” Chunshui said.

Zhou Xi nearly broke, “I can’t go with you here!”

Chunshui reluctantly let go.

Squatting on the toilet, Zhou Xi questioned life. What changed Chunshui? She used to tease but kept distance. Now, she was practically glued to her, watching everything—afraid Zhou Xi would burn herself pouring water. Lately, Chunshui checked on her at night, ensuring she was in bed, even escorting her to the bathroom.

Thinking of Chunshui outside, Zhou Xi covered her face, feeling her dignity gone.

After a while, Chunshui knocked.

“Doctor Zhou, you done? Need help?”

Zhou Xi sighed, pulled up her pants, opened the door, and said firmly, “Chunshui, it’s my back that’s hurt. My hands, legs, and feet are fine. You don’t need to be this nervous.”

Chunshui ignored her, “Am I making you uncomfortable, Doctor Zhou? I’ll wait outside.”

She walked out. Zhou Xi felt her words were wasted.

Chunshui brought a nutritious meal the chef made for Zhou Xi. She hadn’t gone to the set, either caring for Zhou Xi or working on her laptop. Zhou Xi didn’t know what.

Eating, Chunshui set out the food and opened her laptop, eating while working. Zhou Xi couldn’t hold back. Chunshui’s recent busyness bugged her. She asked, “What’re you looking at?”

Chunshui noticed Zhou Xi barely ate, apologizing, “Did my work distract you?”

Zhou Xi shook her head, “No, I just think you’re so busy. You don’t need to care for me. The hospital staff can handle it.”

“No,” Chunshui was firm. “You got hurt saving me. I must take care of you. Besides,” her eyes smiled, “I want to.”

“Doctor Zhou, caring for someone is intimate. I want to do it myself, not share you with others.”

Zhou Xi blushed, poking her bowl with chopsticks.

Wasn’t caregiving hard labor? Nurses found it tough. Why call it intimate? Sharing? As if she were in demand.

Chunshui added vegetables to Zhou Xi’s bowl, “Want to know what I’m doing? I’m checking Leading Entertainment’s stocks and recent projects.”

She turned the laptop, showing Zhou Xi, “Li Xia signed a bet-on agreement to reach a 5-billion market value in three years to become executive president. Their projects and artists are worth 1 billion, with Litchi at 400 million.”

Zhou Xi leaned forward, listening. Chunshui glanced, “Eat first, or it’ll get cold.”

Being cut off at the good part was annoying, but Chunshui cared about her health. Zhou Xi ate a few bites, “I’m eating. Keep going.” She was clearly intrigued.

Chunshui knew Zhou Xi was hooked, finding their rhythm.

Get close, step back, get close, step back. If it’s for her good, Zhou Xi rarely refused kindness.

Smiling, she continued, “Lately, only Litchi’s made it big under her. Others are still developing. To hit 5 billion, she’ll sign new talent frantically. Litchi, her flagship, must mentor newbies, take more roles, and stay visible.”

Zhou Xi didn’t get it, “As a top entertainment company, doesn’t Leading have many stars? Why’s Li Xia rushing to sign?”

Chunshui shook her head, “Though executive president, Li Xia competes with three other vice presidents, all Li family members.”

“When Li Xia joined, the company’s stars were already aligned with others. She had no one, so she built Litchi from scratch.”

“How’d she surpass the others to become executive president?” Zhou Xi asked, puzzled.

Chunshui’s lips curled mockingly, “She’s the daughter of Leading Entertainment’s founder, Li Dong, from his mistress. A late child, how could he not spoil her?”

“Li Dong founded Leading Entertainment, then pivoted to real estate, building the renowned Lingdong Group. His sons dismissed Leading as small-time, leaving it to a brother. Then he got a late daughter and gave it to Li Xia.”

Zhou Xi’s eyes sparkled with gossip, “So we can use this?”

Chunshui nodded, then shook her head, not hiding, “I planned a project that only takes investment, no returns.”

“Will Li Xia bite?” Zhou Xi worried.

Chunshui tapped her bowl, “Eat. The food’s getting cold.”

Stopping mid-story, Zhou Xi glared.

Chunshui laughed, “She will. It’s a government project, backed by them. She can’t resist.”

Zhou Xi was satisfied, finishing her food, muttering, “It doesn’t have to be this complicated.”

She could contact Li Xia, let the system get usable evidence.

Li Xia would slip eventually. Then, give Wang Yongan truth serum, and the police would get answers.

Chunshui cleared the dishes, “It’s not complicated.”

Messing with Li Xia was never trouble.

After eating, Zhou Xi walked. Chunshui followed.

Zhou Xi turned, pressing, “Why aren’t you filming?”

Chunshui’s smile was flawless, “After the accident, the set’s equipment was damaged. Director Zhang gave us a break while coordinating replacements.”

Zhou Xi sighed, unable to shake Chunshui. When would this surveillance end?

Hearing her sigh, Chunshui pursed her lips, tugging Zhou Xi’s sleeve slightly. Zhou Xi turned, hearing, “Doctor Zhou, am I annoying you? Don’t you want me here?”

Chunshui’s eyes reddened, losing her confidence from discussing Leading Entertainment. She looked like a fragile girl.

Her hand clung to Zhou Xi’s sleeve, eyes growing redder, brimming with grievance, tears ready to fall.

Zhou Xi’s heart trembled, “No, stay if you want. I just don’t want to delay your work. If it’s fine, stay.”

Defeated, Zhou Xi saw Chunshui’s face light up like sunshine.

She shook Zhou Xi’s sleeve, praising, “Doctor Zhou, you’re so good!”

Zhou Xi thought, this kind of “good” she could do without!

But she couldn’t stand seeing others upset, especially Chunshui, with tears ready to fall, big and unstoppable.

Chunshui let go, slowly taking Zhou Xi’s hand. Zhou Xi didn’t pull away. Chunshui’s smile deepened, “Doctor Zhou, let’s go back.”

Zhou Xi sighed, “Fine, fine, back we go.”

Zhou Xi: One accident, and I got a clingy tagalong.

Chunshui, covering her face, sobbing: If Doctor Zhou doesn’t like me here, I’ll leave.

Zhou Xi, reaching out: Wait! That’s not it!

Zhou Xi, sighing: I’m the tagalong.