All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 35

The entertainment industry buzzed lately. With actress Chunshui’s strong comeback, it was like a shark chasing small fish. Big and small stars released works, making this year’s award ceremonies a spectacle.

Chunshui joined the Guanyin crew, striding in a red gown, not stealing the spotlight but trailing the director. Fans on both sides of the red carpet screamed, “Chunshui, I love you!”

“Aaah, Chunshui!”

“Look over here!”

Chunshui waved lightly, her expression poised.

Director Zhang walked the carpet with her, feeling the thrill for the first time. Flashbulbs, cameras, and piercing screams made his heart race.

With Chunshui on his left and Litchi on his right, he felt the heat of their stardom.

Litchi was quieter.

After her biggest backer fell, suppressed negative news backfired. No crew dared use her; she hadn’t worked in six months, now tagging along with Guanyin’s red carpet.

Due to its sensitive theme, Guanyin faced slow domestic approval but premiered abroad, earning praise in twelve countries. Director Zhang’s smile grew.

At the host’s backdrop, the host teased, “How’s it feel walking with two beauties, Director Zhang?”

He waved, “An honor.”

The host passed the mic to Chunshui, “Thoughts on competing for Best Actress tonight?”

Chunshui’s red lips curved, deflecting, “Our film has dual female leads. The judges probably have a bigger headache than me.”

Laughter erupted on and off stage.

The mic went to Litchi. She said quietly, “I hope our crew wins.”

Tying personal glory to the team, Director Zhang glanced at her, impressed.

This once-raw actress seemed transformed.

The host left them to pose. He urged Chunshui to the center, but she stayed put. Director Zhang posed briefly and left. Fans and reporters shouted for Chunshui. The host asked her to linger. Litchi followed Zhang off, glancing back. Chunshui glowed with starlight.

Flashbulbs lit the night like countless stars, dazzling yet piercing. Chunshui’s eyes didn’t blink, her dark gaze calm. She paused, put a finger to her lips, shushing the fans elegantly, then lifted her red gown and vanished from the stage, leaving a lingering charm. No one after sparked such frenzy.

At the ceremony, Chunshui sat in the front row. Each time the camera caught her face, it stirred a commotion. Her expression unchanged, she smiled, asking the system, “What’s Doctor Zhou doing?”

System: “Watching your live stream.”

Chunshui smiled.

The camera caught her captivating smile, igniting more chaos.

She stared at the lens, as if at someone beyond it. The cameraman zoomed in. Viewers on TV or streaming gasped.

What a shock.

Her stunning face hit trending lists. Fans made GIFs, everyone saving the moment.

Zhou Xi stared at the TV, sighing, “How’s Chunshui getting prettier?”

A siren.

Stamina of a siren, beauty growing ever more enchanting.

Zhou Xi hugged Chunshui’s life-sized pillow, tucking its head under her chin, “So many people.”

A wide shot showed a packed crowd. Zhou Xi was glad she didn’t go. Chunshui, unhappy, had teased her half the night, but Zhou Xi held firm.

With Chunshui’s fame, going together risked photos. Though Chunshui said it was fine and they’d announce if caught, Zhou Xi dreaded those lenses.

The ceremony began. The host’s playful banter linked several stars, ending with high praise for Chunshui’s beauty and dedication. Facing all eyes, she stayed composed. Thankfully, the host shifted to Guanyin, noting its overseas success and praising Director Zhang’s work.

Zhang sat taller, beaming with pride, glad he’d stuck with Chunshui.

The event continued.

Chunshui, bored, looked attentive to the performances and awards but listened to the system report Zhou Xi’s actions.

Drinking, eating, picking her feet—like a creep.

Chunshui’s system outranked Zhou Xi’s, undetected by Zhou Xi’s system.

Hearing Zhou Xi yawn, waiting for Best Actress, Chunshui pictured her cute face, never loving her enough.

Finally, Best Actress. The presenter opened the envelope, paused, glanced at Chunshui.

She sensed it, raising a brow.

“Best Actress goes to—Litchi!”

Zhou Xi nearly clapped, almost falling off the couch. Frowning, she heard another voice exclaim, “And Chunshui!!!”

“Two Best Actresses this year!!!”

The crowd roared. Chunshui, in her red gown, joined Litchi on stage, gracefully holding the trophy, stepping back to let Litchi speak. Litchi, clutching it, cried. The crowd smiled understandingly. Someone passed tissue; Chunshui handed it to her. Seeing Chunshui, Litchi’s eyes reddened more, choking, “I didn’t expect to win, especially with my idol.”

“Since entering the industry, I dreamed of nearing my idol. Getting close, I saw her brilliance. I don’t deserve this award alone—she led me into the role. Filming Guanyin, I saw how she worked. She’s my role model. Chunshui, you’ll always be my idol! Thank you!”

Her speech shifted Litchi’s online reputation, once mixed. People said a fan of the actress couldn’t be bad.

Workless for six months, Litchi slowly got offers, her career back on track.

Chunshui’s turn. Holding the trophy, she smiled. A distant scream, “Chunshui, I love you!”

Voices merged, a tidal wave. Her suppressed fanbase from three years erupted today.

Waving, Chunshui said, “I’m taken. Confess if you want, but don’t go too wild.”

Laughter spread. A month ago, at the film’s release, Chunshui came out.

Expected to lose fans, her reveal of a female partner only fueled their excitement.

To the mic, she said, “I didn’t plan to win tonight. You might not believe it, but it’s true. I stayed home too long, and my partner got annoyed, saying fans online urged me to work, so she kicked me out.”

Laughter painted the scene vividly.

“I didn’t expect the judges to be so kind, giving our crew a double win.”

“The film’s great. I loved acting in it. The crew was amazing, especially Director Zhang, the writer, assistant director, producer, cinematographer, prop master, and more.”

“Many to thank, I won’t list them all. I hope you feel my gratitude—without you, this film wouldn’t exist.”

“Lastly, this movie’s really good. Watch it in theaters. Thanks for liking me.”

Chunshui bowed deeply, moving fans.

The ceremony ended.

Hearing the system say Zhou Xi muttered, “She’s spilling that?” Chunshui excused herself to the organizers and director, taking the earliest train back.

Zhou Xi scrolled trending topics, stunned by “Chunshui Buying Groceries.” Clicking, she saw a netizen’s post go viral.

MagicalBaby: Her award win’s as easy as her grocery shopping.

Zhou Xi giggled in bed.

Playing on her phone till midnight, ready to sleep, she heard the door. Thinking it was a thief, she grabbed a stool barefoot, ready to swing, when Chunshui’s helpless voice said, “It’s me.”

Zhou Xi set the stool down, shocked, “You’re back?”

Chunshui turned, gesturing for Zhou Xi to unzip her dress—too tight for movement. Zhou Xi undid the back zipper, hearing, “It ended, so I took the earliest ticket back.”

“Where’s your trophy?” Zhou Xi asked, curious.

Chunshui turned, kissing her. The red gown hung loosely on her arms, its cool fabric making Zhou Xi shiver. Chunshui’s leg brushed hers.

“Reward me, and I’ll show you,” she smiled.

Zhou Xi, helpless, nipped her neck.

“Bad woman.”

Another sleepless night loomed.