All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 31.1

A week had passed since Zhou Xi received the message from HQ.

She lay in bed, her wound healing at a slightly faster rate than normal, thanks to the system.

Chunshui wasn’t there today, called away by Director Zhang for a meeting.

Zhou Xi sat up quickly, asking the system, “What did HQ say?”

System: “HQ is grateful for spotting the oversight. They said they’ll award you a banner when you return.”

The Fast-Travel Bureau was still so stingy. Zhou Xi scratched her head, used to it.

Her boss was all talk, never mentioning better benefits. Zhou Xi had long envied the strategy team’s perks— a month’s vacation after each mission to unwind. But her support team? They went wherever needed, no breaks.

“Did HQ say how to handle it?” Zhou Xi asked.

System: “Use methods compliant with this world’s rules. They’ll send someone to fix the time breach.”

Every small world had issues during operation, like unauthorized traversers. Someone glimpsing the future was normal, not a big deal.

Zhou Xi sighed, “I knew it.”

She scratched her cheek, lying back, “Methods compliant with this world, huh.”

That ruled out truth serum and system surveillance.

Zhou Xi crossed her legs, thinking. Her back wound had scabbed. She opened her phone to check online news, then her eyes widened. The top trending topic was “illegitimate child.” What? Had Li Xia’s identity been exposed?

Clicking in, Zhou Xi’s worldview shattered. It was Zhou Xi—the washed-up actor who’d used Chunshui as a shield and cheated with Li Hongqing—back from obscurity.

She hadn’t expected his return to the public eye to involve blasting his ex-wife, Wang Shan. The fool finally realized Wang Shan’s child wasn’t his.

Netizens mocked: “Cheated on, then cheated.”

“Whose kid is Wang Shan’s? Some bigshot in the industry?”

“Which bigshot? To put such a green hat on Zhou Xi?”

Zhou Xi wondered too. She had the system search online, uncovering a bombshell.

Wang Shan came from Lingdong Real Estate, previously Li Dong’s secretary.

Whoa! Could it be Li Dong’s child?

Zhou Xi kept reading. It was true.

So Li Xia and Wang Shan were stepmother and daughter?

Zhou Xi laughed so hard she pounded the bed.

How did this come out? After Wang Shan’s divorce from Zhou Xi, Li Dong’s wife died. Now Wang Shan aimed to join the Li family, sparking this soap opera scandal.

With Zhou Xi’s sharp eye, she bet Li Dong’s legitimate kids leaked it. Who could stomach this? Li Dong’s wife barely cold, and he planned to marry his old fling and bring her kid in. It was a clear grab for assets. Li Dong was old—how long could he live? A done deal turned messy with an outsider stirring the pot.

Zhou Xi was laughing, phone in hand, when a hand reached over and took it.

“Doesn’t your shoulder hurt, Doctor Zhou?” Chunshui grabbed her hand. Zhou Xi sat up like a schoolkid, “Why’re you back?”

“Finished my business. I was worried about you, so I came back,” Chunshui said.

“I don’t need your worry…” Zhou Xi muttered, “I’m not a kid.”

“I just got back. The hospital front desk said you ordered takeout,” Chunshui said.

Zhou Xi instinctively licked her lips. The food lately was so bland she craved something flavorful. With Chunshui watching like a hawk, she hadn’t had a chance to order.

She deflected, “I ordered for the hospital staff! To reward their hard work and for taking care of me!”

“Really?” Chunshui smiled, seeming to buy it.

Zhou Xi’s heart settled, nodding vigorously, “Yes! I don’t lie…”

“What’s this?” Chunshui picked up a crumb from the bed. Zhou Xi’s smile vanished, and she admitted guiltily, “I just thought the food was too bland lately…”

“Takeout’s unhealthy. Don’t eat it anymore,” Chunshui opened the window.

Inside, Zhou Xi hadn’t noticed, but Chunshui smelled fried food the moment she entered. She opened a package on the table, “Knowing you haven’t eaten well, I got food from Chunwei Restaurant. Looks like you can’t eat now.”

Zhou Xi’s eyes sparkled, “I can eat! I only had a small chicken leg! The rest was taken by the head nurse!”

Chunshui laughed, “Wash your hands and eat.”

Zhou Xi hopped off the bed, bouncing to wash her hands, looking entirely like a kid.

Chunshui shook her head helplessly. She’d been too strict, curbing Zhou Xi’s spirit. Following Hua Yun’s advice, she gave a stick, then a sweet date, or Zhou Xi’s long legs would run.

Chunshui wasn’t in a rush. Zhou Xi’s life-risking save was her reassurance. Now, she’d capture Zhou Xi’s heart and body, making her inseparable.

Unaware of Chunshui’s plans, Zhou Xi happily ate as Chunshui served her.

Chunshui added food to her plate, barely eating herself to maintain her figure. She asked, “What were you laughing about? You didn’t hear me come in.”

Zhou Xi reached for her phone. Chunshui handed it over.

She casually showed it to Chunshui, “The Li family’s huge scandal.”

Chunshui’s smile was gentle. Zhou Xi didn’t realize how relaxed she’d become, sharing something as personal as her phone.

Chunshui glanced at it, nonchalant, “Oh, this.”

Not surprised at all.

Zhou Xi looked up, “Did you already know?”

Chunshui added more food to Zhou Xi’s plate, set down her chopsticks, and ruffled her hair, “I leaked it. Internal chaos means Li Xia has no time to target me.”

“Oh, you,” Zhou Xi realized, then yelped, “You?!”

“The internet’s useful,” Chunshui said meaningfully, standing. “I’ll get you water.”

Zhou Xi nodded, biting her chopsticks, watching Chunshui.

Once a victim of online hate, Chunshui now wielded public opinion with precision. She was brilliant.

“Is that account still active?” Chunshui set the water by Zhou Xi and sat opposite.

“Which one?” Zhou Xi asked blankly.

Chunshui reminded, “The one that defended me.”

Zhou Xi: ?

No pretense—she knew what Zhou Xi had done.

Zhou Xi caught on, “OnePunchBlastsTheWorld? Want to use it?”

“Yes,” Chunshui nodded.

Zhou Xi trusted her, handing over the account. System-created, it was highly secure. Even if Chunshui posted, no one could trace it.

Once given, Zhou Xi let it go.

Chunshui watched her eat, occasionally checking messages.

When Zhou Xi finished, Chunshui sighed, “At the meeting, Director Zhang decided to fly overseas to shoot exteriors first, then return. I’ll be gone a month.”

Now Zhou Xi felt bad.

She thought she’d be thrilled with no one hovering, but hearing Chunshui was leaving, she felt loss, then realized she’d be free.

“That’s great,” Zhou Xi sipped water, head down.

“Don’t be sad, Doctor Zhou,” Chunshui said, moving to sit beside her.

Zhou Xi was stubborn, “I won’t be.”

Chunshui laughed, “Good. I don’t want you sad either.”

“When are you leaving?” Zhou Xi asked.

“Tomorrow,” Chunshui replied.

So soon? Zhou Xi thought.

Chunshui said, “Your recovery eases my worries.”

Zhou Xi stayed silent.

“I’m leaving. Got anything to say, Doctor Zhou?” Chunshui leaned closer.

Zhou Xi: “Stay safe.”

“Doctor Zhou’s words lack heart,” Chunshui leaned closer still.

“What do you want to hear?” Zhou Xi turned, breath catching. Chunshui’s beautiful face was close, her fair skin glowing with a smile, crystal-clear black eyes, lips curved. She opened her arms, hugging Zhou Xi like a cherished doll, saying, “I’ll miss you. I hope you’ll miss me too.”

Chunshui restrained her urge, giving a brief hug before letting go. She stepped back, clearing the table.

Zhou Xi’s hand twitched, then dropped, a faint loss rising.

Shaking off the thought, Zhou Xi touched her nose, expecting more instructions. Instead, Chunshui packed—folded her mat, gathered skincare and essentials into a bag, moving decisively.

Zhou Xi was stunned, “Aren’t you leaving tomorrow?”

“I’ve bothered you enough. Time to give you your space. I won’t stay tonight. If you miss me, call. My phone’s always open for you,” Chunshui said.

“Who… who’s calling you…” Zhou Xi huffed, “I’m fine alone.”

“Good,” Chunshui zipped her bag. “After I leave, watch what you eat. No junk food. The hospital cafeteria’s food is great—the chef you hired.”

“When your scab itches, don’t scratch. I got scar cream, worked wonders on my leg scar. I tested it. Use it.”

Chunshui touched her forehead, “Forgot your wound’s on your back.” Gritting her teeth, “I’ll ask a nurse to apply it daily.”

Zhou Xi squirmed, “I can do it.”

“I don’t want others seeing your body,” Chunshui said.

“Haven’t you seen enough?” Zhou Xi glared.

These days, in bed, her pajamas sometimes rode up, and Chunshui would pinch her belly. Sure, she had a little belly, but did it need daily pinching?

Chunshui didn’t respond, finishing packing.

Zhou Xi’s sense of loss grew. Was she really leaving?

Chunshui picked up her bag, “I’m off.”

She looked carefree, but at the door, she dropped her bag, turned, and spread her arms, “I’m gone a month. Can Doctor Zhou spare another hug?”

“What’s with ‘spare’? It’s not like we won’t meet again.”

Though she said that, Zhou Xi stepped forward, hugging Chunshui. Chunshui buried her face in Zhou Xi’s shoulder, inhaling deeply, reluctant but letting go.