All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 33.3

Days later, Guanyin wrapped. Two months bonded the crew. At the wrap dinner, Director Zhang raised his glass, downing it in one go.

After today, they’d scatter to new projects.

Litchi joined the dinner, cautiously glancing at Chunshui, biting her lip, debating whether to tell her.

After filming, she visited Leading Entertainment. Her manager, Xu Yangtian, was fired. Meeting him one last time, he looked defeated, sharing news.

Li Xia had lost it, planning to target Chunshui’s loved one.

Litchi learned much from Xu Yangtian about Li Xia’s love and hate for Chunshui. Lately, she was unhinged, hiring someone to snap Chunshui’s photos, raging after each viewing.

Chunshui went to touch up makeup. Litchi followed quietly. At the bathroom mirror, Chunshui washed her hands, dried them, and said casually, “Following me to say something?”

Litchi’s guard was down, caught sneaking glances at dinner.

Struggling, unable to sway her cousin but not wanting her to harm others, she mustered courage, “Your loved one might be in danger.”

Chunshui’s eyes darkened, terrifying under the white light.

“What did you say?”

Once started, words flowed.

“Xu Yangtian, your ex-manager, was fired by my sister. He said she’s not right lately. She loves you, knows you’re with someone, and wants to hurt them so you can’t be happy…”

Chunshui balled the tissue, tossing it in the trash.

Her gaze shadowed, she brushed past Litchi.

Leaving a thank-you, she walked off.

Litchi’s held breath crashed down. Chunshui’s aura was scarier than her sister’s.

Chunshui called Fang Yan.

“Close the net.”

She’d been too kind to Li Xia, letting her plot.

Frowning, Chunshui tried Zhou Xi’s phone—unanswered. Heart lurching, she grabbed her bag, apologized to the director, and took a cab to the hospital.

Zhou Xi’s car left the hospital when she heard, “Task complete. Realm gate open. Depart now?”

She decided to calm Chunshui first, then use a study trip excuse to leave.

Turning right, the system’s voice flashed, “Host in danger.”

A car’s high beams blinded her, speeding straight at her.

Chunshui, in a cab, heard the driver’s radio. Traffic news reported, “Southbound drivers, note: an accident on Sixth Avenue caused a jam. Take detours…”

Chunshui paled, redialing Zhou Xi.

“The number you dialed is unavailable. Try again later…”

Clutching her phone, she gripped the seat, urging, “Please, faster!”

At Sixth Avenue, near the hospital, a crowd gathered.

Traffic police dispersed them. Zhou Xi stood by her car. Without the system’s warning, her turn might’ve led to a collision. She braked, stopping roadside. The oncoming car hit a pole, its hood popping, leaking oil, airbags deploying. Police rescued the driver.

A drunk.

Zhou Xi frowned.

The scene felt familiar, stirring suspicion.

Police questioned her. She drove legally; the other violated rules. Her car’s bumper was scraped. Waiting for insurance, she’d go to the station for a statement.

She registered with police, waited for insurance, and went to the station with the drunk.

In the police car, she checked her phone, seeing Chunshui’s missed calls.

Her heart skipped. Chunshui called again; she answered, “I’m fine!”

Chunshui asked, “Where are you? Sixth Avenue?”

“How’d you know?” Zhou Xi glanced at the police, “Minor accident. I’m with police for a statement.”

“Give me the address.”

Zhou Xi asked the police, told Chunshui.

“I’m coming,” Chunshui said.

Hanging up, Zhou Xi barely processed when, stepping out, she saw Chunshui at the station, faster than her.

Chunshui rushed over, checking for injuries. Zhou Xi smiled, “I’m fine.”

Police glanced at them, escorting the drunk inside.

The drunk, uninjured but too intoxicated to talk, couldn’t be questioned.

Holding Chunshui’s hand, Zhou Xi went in, detailing the incident.

After signing the statement, police said they’d investigate and sent Zhou Xi to rest.

Holding Chunshui’s hand, she left the station, whispering, “Why’d you come? Weren’t you at the wrap dinner? I was going home to wait.”

Chunshui pursed her lips, “Litchi said Li Xia’s targeting you. I was worried.”

Zhou Xi’s heart softened. Pinching Chunshui’s cheek, she said, “Silly.”

Taking a cab home, Zhou Xi showered, debating in the bathroom how to tell Chunshui. She couldn’t linger in this world, or things would get trickier.

In a bathrobe, she went out. Chunshui set down her phone. Zhou Xi hugged her, leaning on the couch.

After a moment, Zhou Xi said softly, “Remember meeting me at the teahouse with Director Zhang?”

Chunshui recalled. To rile Zhou Xi, she’d bypassed her to meet Zhang, agreeing to film after hearing his pitch.

Zhou Xi saw her, later crying.

Chunshui chuckled, “Yeah.”

Zhou Xi kissed her cheek, mumbling, “I met a professor then, donated your treatment formula to the state.

Now they’re mass-producing the cream, but their lab has issues. I need to go for a few days.”

Chunshui’s eyes cooled.

Calmly, she asked, “How many days?”

Uncertain, Zhou Xi stretched it, “Half a month.”

Chunshui turned, kissing her, joking, “You’re not running, are you?”

“No way, I’m already yours.”

Chunshui straddled her, captivating.

“Then let’s play something exciting today.”

She tugged Zhou Xi’s waistband, leading her to the bedroom, producing handcuffs, securing Zhou Xi to the bed.

Leaning down, her red lips marked Zhou Xi’s skin, making her tremble.

When Zhou Xi slept, exhausted, Chunshui called Fang Yan to check Zhou Xi’s story.

Guanyin entered post-production. With no good scripts, Chunshui idled, driving Zhou Xi to and from work.

Fang Yan sent data. Chunshui read it in the car. Zhou Xi’s story checked out, but the lab had no issues—the cream was in production.

Why did Zhou Xi lie?

Chunshui recalled her words about leaving after filming. Zhou Xi’s heart was hers, yet she lied to leave.

Her eyes darkened, tearing the documents, tossing them in the trash.

She entered the hospital.

Staff, familiar with Chunshui, greeted her.

Smiling, she nodded, “Where’s Doctor Zhou?”

Learning Zhou Xi was with a patient, she sat in the hall, handling work.

Li Xia’s net closed. Using Zhou Xi’s influential account, Chunshui had someone craft a long exposé on the Li family’s scandals, implicating half the industry.

Posted, it sparked buzz. With corrupt leadership, investors lost trust, crashing Leading Entertainment’s stock, affecting Lingdong Real Estate.

Li Xia raged at the office, “Why wasn’t this stopped?! It’s festering! Do you know how much we lost at opening today?!”

Staff stayed silent.

Li Xia was about to curse when the desk phone rang repeatedly.

Annoyed, she answered.

Li Dong’s aged voice came, “Xia, your uncle’s taking over. You’re not young. Come home, we’ll find you a match.”

Li Xia’s face paled, then reddened.

Thinking of her siphoned assets, she sneered, “Old fool, you think you can control me? Even if the company tanks, I won’t hand it over!”

Slamming the phone, Li Dong, shocked by his usually obedient daughter’s rebellion, nearly keeled over, red-faced, “Ungrateful child! I’ll disown her!”

Li Xia waved everyone out, reviewing her contract, urgently calling the project lead, “My money’s in. When does it start?”

The lead apologized, “It’s halted. Land approval failed. Accounts are frozen. We’re working on it.”

Li Xia’s hand weakened, phone slipping.

It’s over. All over.

Soon, Lingdong Group got a tip.

Li Xia was investigated for embezzlement.

Wang Yongan, recently released, turned himself in, exposing her attempted murder.

She was sentenced.

Chunshui closed her laptop, hearing Zhou Xi’s voice in her office.

“Doctor Zhou, I’m leaving.”

Zhou Xi: “Rest well. You can remove stitches in a week.”

She saw the patient out, turning to see Chunshui, smiling, “When’d you get here?”

Chunshui hugged her waist naturally, “Not long.”

“Done with work? I’ll treat you to dinner.”

“Why so happy?” Zhou Xi asked, curious.

Chunshui whispered, “Li Xia’s locked up.”

Zhou Xi clapped, “Serves her right!” Smiling, “Worth celebrating.”

Chunshui asked, “Last time’s travel plan—how’s it going, Doctor Zhou?”

Zhou Xi froze, evading, “We’ll talk when I’m back.”

Chunshui played with her hand, lowering her eyes, “Okay.”

That night, Zhou Xi got drunk again.

Tipsy, she babbled but dodged Chunshui’s questions.

Chunshui touched her forehead, “Doctor Zhou, you don’t agree, but I have to do this.”

Fang Yan brought a wheelchair.

Chunshui helped Zhou Xi into it. Two burly men lifted her into a car, driving to the river.

Chunshui wheeled her onto a ferry, whispering, “Don’t disturb me unless necessary.”

The whistle sounded, and the ferry left the shore.

Chunshui: You’re not escaping, Doctor Zhou.

Zhou Xi: Drunk again. Damn me.