All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 46

Beixia’s eyes fell on the snow-white paper, her eyelids drooping as if weighed down. She took it, carefully scanning the incomprehensible legal terms.

Zhou Xi, propping her chin, saw Beixia’s expression, her excitement fading.

Beixia finished reading, looked up, masking her emotions with a faint smile. “I don’t understand it, but it feels very thorough.”

Zhou Xi chuckled lightly, “You’re not studying law. It’s normal not to get it.”

Beixia mused, “Law, huh.”

Could law punish all the world’s wrongs?

Food arrived. Zhou Xi called to Beixia, “Eat first. Exams this afternoon, right? How’d you do this morning?”

She breezed past the heavy topic.

Beixia set the lawsuit aside, smiling at Zhou Xi, “Don’t know.”

“Hm?” Zhou Xi looked surprised. Beixia, still smiling, continued, “I answered everything, but I don’t know how the teacher will grade.”

She seemed troubled. “My Chinese essay—I hope I didn’t go off-topic.”

Zhou Xi laughed, “Rare to see you stumped. Wanna tell me about it?”

They ate and chatted. Essays were Zhou Xi’s expertise. Hearing Beixia’s assignment, she analyzed it, and Beixia listened intently.

As Zhou Xi spoke, her gaze landed on Beixia’s eyes—clear as jade, no trace of the sadness that flickered earlier.

They were Beixia’s family, after all, however flawed—her few remaining kin.

Zhou Xi sighed inwardly, her face unchanged.

After lunch, Zhou Xi went to work, Beixia to school. They parted ways, one forward, one back.

In the rearview mirror, Zhou Xi watched Beixia’s figure shrink and vanish, thinking, Still a kid.

Days passed. New Year’s was near.

Before New Year’s Eve, the monthly exam papers were graded overtime.

Seeing the results, everyone was stunned, except Zhao Wenyan, who was certain.

The math teacher pulled Zhao aside with the exam papers, asking, “Did Beixia cheat?”

Zhao laughed, “Same class, you proctored. Who’d she copy? Anyone score like her?”

“True,” the math teacher muttered, puzzled. “But…”

“So different from her past grades?”

The math teacher nodded.

Zhao showed him Beixia’s first-year math and physics competition awards on his phone. He remembered every student.

“Her foundation’s solid. She’s gifted.”

The math teacher sighed regretfully, “How’d I miss this gem?”

Zhao patted his shoulder.

Beixia’s Chinese and English lagged, but her science and math ranked high year-wide. Zhao, seeing her scores, believed she could improve, especially in English and Chinese.

With papers returned, New Year’s arrived. The school added a day off, merging with the weekend for two days.

Some were thrilled, others shocked, but Class 12’s scores rose overall, and Class 2 wasn’t dragged down—a win for all.

Zhao asked the class—no New Year’s party, just rest. Everyone worked hard; a break was good.

Beixia’s deskmate, Wu Huimin, got her papers, dejected. She’d flopped again. Craning to see Beixia’s, she saw Beixia pack and leave without delay.

“How’d you do?” Wu Huimin asked glumly. “This break’s ruined. I’ll get scolded at home.”

Beixia shouldered her bag, tidied her desk, stowing extras, saying casually, “Just okay.”

Wu Huimin didn’t buy it. She’d long suspected Beixia was a dark horse. This exam must’ve stunned everyone, but she was so low-key.

Wu Huimin thought dramatically, “When I draw my dragon-slaying sword, all evil dragons will fall! Hmph!”

Seeing her daze, Beixia patted her shoulder, “Not leaving? Everyone’s gone.”

Wu Huimin snapped awake, packing her bag.

Her bulging bag, stuffed with papers, screamed misery.

This wasn’t a break—it was a sea of homework!

Wu Huimin asked, “Can I come to your place to study? I won’t bother you, but I don’t get a lot of these questions…”

She regretted choosing science blindly on her family’s advice. Science and math were a blur—humanities would’ve been better, but too late in senior year.

Beixia paused. Her deskmate at her house? She felt a spark of joy but hesitated. What if Zhou Xi didn’t like guests?

Beixia shook her head. Wu Huimin, disappointed, knew she’d overstepped. Zipping her bag, she heard Beixia’s soft voice, “Got a phone at home? I need to ask Zhou Xi first.”

Who’s Zhou Xi? Wu Huimin, puzzled, brushed it off, excited, “Yes! I’ll write it down!”

Both seniors had the same rule: no phones at school.

Beixia took the number, memorized it, and tucked the note in her bag’s pocket.

“New Year’s Day might not work.”

“No problem, anytime,” Wu Huimin waved. “I’ll wait for your call!”

Beixia left school smiling.

On New Year’s, Zhou Xi worked late. Her new show aired from seven to eight p.m.—she had to be there, along with the team, all staying late.

Yan Xu signaled “okay” to the control room. Music faded, and the show began.

“Many of you are heading home now. How’re you spending New Year’s? With family? Friends? Or alone, drifting far from home…”

Yan Xu’s warm, rich voice reached every listener tuning in. He connected with guests by phone. Zhou Xi, nervous but composed, stood the whole hour, directing sound adjustments and coordination.

As the show ended, Yan Xu said, “Amid countless lights, may one await you. Happy New Year.”

Music played, and the show closed.

Real-time ratings showed huge success, drawing many listeners.

The studio erupted in applause. This hour-long show carried their half-month’s effort—a grand start worth celebrating.

Zhou Xi announced, “To celebrate the show’s success, dinner’s on me! No plans? You’re eating with us!”

She joked, and everyone laughed.

“Gotta eat!”

“Boss’s first treat? I’m in!”

The studio buzzed. Yan Xu removed his headset, joining in, “Got a spot for me?”

Zhou Xi teased, “Yan, you’re the soul of this win. You’re at the main table!”

Yan Xu grinned, “Alright, no politeness!”

They booked barbecue. Zhou Xi grabbed her coat, remembering Beixia was on break. She wanted to share her joy, but Beixia had no phone. Tucking hair behind her ear, her colleagues, ready, waited.

“Boss? So slow—you dodging the bill?” someone teased.

“Coming!” Zhou Xi laughed, stepping forward.

Night deepened. Beixia trudged from a small shop.

Few in the city listened to radio. She walked far to find an old shop where the grandma loved opera radio. Borrowing it, Beixia heard Zhou Xi’s show.

FM102, traffic radio.

Zhou Xi’s program was as warm as her.

Beixia looked skyward. No snow tonight, the city dark as blue velvet, faint stars twinkling.

Breathing into her hands, she wondered what Zhou Xi was doing.

Told to listen, she found no radio at home.

Beixia did a paper, then heard the door. Opening it, Zhou Xi was talking.

“Thanks for bringing me back,” she said.

Yan Xu, sheepish, “The driver used your car. Here’s your key.”

Zhou Xi, tipsy, took the key, waving, “Yan, go home. I’m fine.”

Yan Xu saw her sway. As she stumbled, he reached out, but a hand caught her steadily.

Yan Xu paused, seeing Beixia, relieved.

“Your sister’s a bit drunk. Take care.”

He closed the door. Beixia tilted her chin, eyeing Zhou Xi. Her eyes shimmered, lights dancing within.

“Beixia?” Zhou Xi squinted, confirming, her eyes sparkling like a tempting sea.

“Beixia.” Certain, she lunged, catching Beixia off guard, pushing her back against a cabinet. Zhou Xi hugged her, cheek rubbing hers, mumbling, “Did you hear my show?”

Beixia gripped her waist, keeping her from sliding down.

“I heard,” Beixia said softly.

“We celebrated… the show’s success, hehe,” Zhou Xi, half-lucid, slurred, limbs limp.

“It was great,” Beixia said.

“Right?” Zhou Xi, like a praised child, looped her arms around Beixia’s neck, leaning fully on her. Beixia buckled, and they slid down, locking eyes.

Kneeling, Zhou Xi clung to Beixia’s neck, chest pressed against her, bag at her feet, refusing to let go, whining, “I thought of you first, but you weren’t there.”

Beixia’s gaze darkened, breathing deeply, “I know now.”

Zhou Xi giggled, “Really?”

“You’re drunk,” Beixia tried to free her hands. Zhou Xi, like a stubborn kid, held on, grumbling, “I’m happy.” Insisting, “I’m not drunk. Bet I can count your fingers right!”

Beixia said, “The floor’s cold. Let’s count in the bedroom, okay?”

“No,” Zhou Xi pouted, “You think I’m drunk. I’m not!”

Beixia, helpless, flashed a peace sign, “How many?”

Zhou Xi released her, staring, “One… no, two! Two fingers, right?”

She grabbed Beixia’s hand, shouting excitedly. Beixia nodded, “Yes, two. You’re not drunk.”

Satisfied, Zhou Xi let Beixia stand, pulling her up. Limp, Zhou Xi fell into her arms.

Beixia steadied the drunk.

The drunk muttered, “I’m fine, don’t need help. I’m clear-headed!”

“Sure, you’re clear-headed.”

Zhou Xi talked; Beixia acted, slinging her arm over her shoulder, holding her slim waist, guiding her to the bedroom.

Setting Zhou Xi on the bed, she squirmed, pulling Beixia down as she lay. Beixia fell onto her chest, blushing hard.

Struggling, Zhou Xi locked her in.

Maybe liking Beixia’s soft scent or finding it fun, Zhou Xi’s alcohol-soaked brain disobeyed. She mumbled, “Beixia, sleep with me,” clutching tight, nearly smothering her.

After much effort, Beixia broke free.

Not just her face, her neck burned red.

Eyes darting, she couldn’t leave the drunk.

She removed Zhou Xi’s shoes, tucked her dangling legs under the quilt. Zhou Xi kicked it off to the corner. Beixia, half on the bed, retrieved it, only to be yanked into Zhou Xi’s arms, quilt and all.

Struggling failed. Beixia whispered, “Zhou Xi?”

No response. She called again, trying to escape the quilt roll. Zhou Xi’s limbs pinned her. Despite sweating, no progress.

Panting, Beixia asked, “Zhou Xi, you asleep?”

Louder, Zhou Xi hummed.

Beixia said, “Let go. You’ll catch a cold like this.”

Zhou Xi hummed again.

Beixia, mind full of question marks, waited. Calling again, Zhou Xi didn’t reply but loosened her grip. Beixia escaped.

Sitting up, she saw Zhou Xi’s flushed cheeks, no trace of alcohol’s stench—just a citrusy freshness, oddly pleasant.

Beixia sniffed, then blushed, feeling perverse.

She got off, pulled the quilt from Zhou Xi’s feet, and tucked her in neatly.

Zhou Xi faced inward, breathing softly, no sign of the drunk.

Watching, Beixia touched her cheek lightly with a finger.

Zhou Xi’s brows furrowed cutely, disturbed. Beixia’s lips curved slightly.

So docile, quite cute.

Transfixed, Beixia crouched, studying Zhou Xi’s face like a creep.

From her furrowed brows to her rosy cheeks, parted lips, down to her slender neck, glowing softly in the light.

Too cute. Beixia leaned closer. Zhou Xi stirred, and Beixia, startled, shut the door.

Outside, her heart raced. She clutched her chest, face red.

Had she just wanted to kiss Zhou Xi?

Dazed, Beixia returned to her room.

Half a paper undone, all big questions.

Scribbling calculations, she zoned out, shook her head, trying to banish Zhou Xi’s image.

Her face filled Beixia’s mind, stalling her work.

Night winds howled. Zhou Xi’s room glowed warmly.

Thirsty, Zhou Xi woke, seeing Beixia’s light. Pushing her door, “Beixia, still up?”

Beixia jumped, hiccupping. Her wild thoughts, unrecovered, met the real Zhou Xi, overwhelming her.

Zhou Xi patted her back, “Cold?” Her voice rasped from drinking.

Beixia shook her head, pushing her hand away.

Zhou Xi, puzzled, stared at her rejected hand, mind foggy. “I’ll get you water.”

She needed some too.

The kitchen kettle was empty. Zhou Xi boiled water, leaning on the counter, listening to the hum, her hazy mind clearing.

Beixia had rejected her.

Zhou Xi groaned, rubbing her temples.

Before, Beixia never reacted like this to closeness. Was she mad?

Thinking, Zhou Xi felt she’d messed up.

First, as an adult, she came home drunk late, needing a minor’s care.

Water boiled. Zhou Xi brought it to Beixia.

Beixia sat, hiccupping, trying everything to stop, frustrated, pounding her chest, cursing her thoughts.

Seeing Zhou Xi, her displeasure was self-directed. Zhou Xi offered the cup, “It’s hot, drink slowly.”

Beixia held it, eyes down, hiccupping.

Zhou Xi’s eyes twinkled, “My bad~ Don’t be mad~ You’re big-hearted, forgive me?”

Her soft, lilting tone was sweet.

Beixia couldn’t resist, looking up. Zhou Xi’s hand rested on her chair, gazing down.

Beixia’s face burned. She was upset Yan Xu brought Zhou Xi home, but more at herself. She couldn’t name her feelings, only that Zhou Xi was her everything, her vision of a future.

Suddenly, her hiccups stopped. Zhou Xi, waiting, exclaimed, “You’re good!”

Beixia sipped, confirming it, saying softly, “Congrats on your show’s success.”

Zhou Xi tilted her head, watching, then crouched, holding Beixia’s hand with the cup, touched, “Beixia, you’re so good! My great sister!”

Beixia’s heart paused, then pounded.

Eyes down, she spoke her feelings first.

“Zhou Xi, I’m not your sister.”

Zhou Xi’s high spirits sank. She stared, as if at a stranger.

“Beixia, what’re you saying?” Zhou Xi frowned.

Beixia stood, set the cup down, pulled Zhou Xi out, saying, “It’s late. Sleep. Tomorrow, please come with me to my uncle’s.” Pausing, “Zhou Xi, good night.”

Said to her face.

Zhou Xi watched Beixia’s door close, feeling her rebellion for the first time.

It hit fast, catching her off guard.

In bed, Zhou Xi tossed, asking the system, “Is this Beixia’s puberty?”

System: “Per Baidu, puberty is the transition from child to adult, typically 10–18 for girls. The female lead fits this.”

“Sigh, puberty then? No wonder she rarely calls me sister,” Zhou Xi lamented.

Counting, Beixia’s “sister” calls were rare.

Zhou Xi couldn’t sleep.

She asked the system, “How do I handle a kid in puberty?”

System: “Consult a psychologist.”

Zhou Xi scoffed, “What use are you?”

System: …

Zhou Xi searched “puberty kids” on her phone, finding advice.

“Puberty kids are like rockets. Parents must stay calm, not overfocus, let them transition smoothly, but also give lots of love?”

Zhou Xi murmured, “Don’t focus, but focus…”

Raising kids was hard!

Reading, she fell asleep. Morning, Beixia woke her, her unchanged face making Zhou Xi doubt last night’s rebellion was a dream. Laughable?

Zhou Xi sat up, giggling.

Beixia called, “Zhou Xi, get up!”

“Call me sister!” Zhou Xi replied, slipping on slippers, yawning.

Beixia made brunch. With the holiday, Zhou Xi worked evening. Beixia let her sleep, standing by the table, saying, “Eat more here. We might not get food there.”

Zhou Xi snapped her fingers, praising, “Smart kid.”

Her bedhead undercut the coolness.

Beixia urged, “Wash up. Food’s getting cold.”

Zhou Xi shrugged, “Gimme a sec.”

She ducked into the bathroom.

Beixia: Wants to be called sister, doesn’t want to call sister.

Zhou Xi: ?