All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 51.1

During a school break, Wu Huimin curiously looked at Beixia, who was intently sketching lines in her notebook.

“What are you drawing?” Wu Huimin asked.

She noticed that Beixia’s latest activity during breaks was drawing in her notebook, but she only sketched a delicate outline without adding facial features.

Beixia’s pen didn’t stop as she faintly said, “Zhou Xi.”

Wu Huimin didn’t think much of it. She leaned closer to look carefully but couldn’t make out Zhou Xi’s likeness from the few faint lines.

“Have you studied drawing?”

“Yeah.”

Beixia’s pen hesitated, recalling the past.

Drawing wasn’t really her interest. Her mother thought Beixia should have a hobby outside of studies and enrolled her in an art class. Beixia studied from junior high to high school but stopped in high school due to heavy academic demands. She wasn’t particularly interested in drawing; she just thought her mother liked it.

Beixia paused her pen as the class bell rang.

When she reached into her desk, she touched her notebook. Beixia flipped through a few pages and saw small portraits of her mother and father she had drawn on the paper.

Beixia looked at them for a moment, then put the notebook down and listened carefully to the math teacher explain the test paper.

Back then, she had no strong feelings about drawing, but picking up the pencil again, Beixia gained a new understanding.

She could use her pen to preserve the images deep in her memory and depict the Zhou Xi in her eyes. This was the gift Beixia wanted to give Zhou Xi.

At the TV station, Zhou Xi was daydreaming when Yan Xu noticed.

Yan Xu walked out of the break room with a coffee cup, passing by and tapping Zhou Xi’s cubicle partition. He smiled and said, “What’s troubling our leader? Your computer screen’s gone black.”

Zhou Xi snapped back to reality. Her fingers, resting on the keyboard, unconsciously hit the spacebar, lighting up the screen. It showed a planning document she was working on, with a line of Beixia’s name inexplicably typed on it.

Zhou Xi hurriedly closed the document, composed herself, pushed her chair back with her foot, and slid away from her cubicle. Turning her chair to face Yan Xu, she asked seriously, “Yan bro, have you ever dated someone much younger than you?”

Yan Xu rubbed his chin, thought seriously, and said, “Come to think of it, all my partners were much younger than me.”

“These days, older women dating younger men aren’t so popular,” Yan Xu sighed.

“What about ten years younger?” Zhou Xi asked.

“Ten years?” Yan Xu lifted his coffee cup, then put it down, joking, “When I was in college, my partner would’ve still been in kindergarten.”

Zhou Xi paused, then said, “Wouldn’t they be in elementary school?”

Yan Xu let out an “oh” and said, “You’re really calculating?” He glanced around, leaned down gossiping, and asked Zhou Xi, “Is someone chasing you, or have you fallen for someone?”

Zhou Xi coughed, returned to her cubicle, and pretended to work.

“No one, I’m just asking casually.”

Seeing she didn’t want to talk, Yan Xu casually remarked, “Older ones might be more reliable. Younger ones are unpredictable. Who knows if it’s just a fleeting passion?”

With that, he strolled off. Zhou Xi looked at her half-finished planning document, bit her lip, exhaled, and continued working.

That evening, Zhou Xi went to pick up Beixia.

She said they should keep their distance, but she was still worried Bei Dawei would bother Beixia. After the New Year, the second court hearing was approaching. If Bei Dawei couldn’t produce substantial evidence, he’d have to get Beixia, the plaintiff, to drop the lawsuit.

When she drove up, the high school evening study session hadn’t ended.

Several cars were parked on the street, likely parents picking up students.

Zhou Xi sat in her car, glanced at her phone, and when she looked up, someone knocked on her window. Bei Dawei’s face appeared ominously at the glass.

He pressed against the driver’s side window, peering inside, and when he recognized Zhou Xi’s face, he excitedly slapped the door.

Bei Dawei said, “You damn woman! I was just looking for you! What kind of spell did you cast on our Beixia? She dares to sue her own uncle! I’m telling you! Make her drop the lawsuit now! Or I’ll make her regret it! She doesn’t even think about who’s been supporting her these past years! Ungrateful little brat!”

Zhou Xi’s heart raced; she hadn’t expected such a coincidence.

She immediately called the police. There was a police station nearby, and within ten minutes, officers arrived. They escorted Bei Dawei aside, and Zhou Xi got out of the car. When questioned by the police, Zhou Xi glanced coldly at Bei Dawei and said, “We’re in a lawsuit with him. He’s probably upset, so he’s been coming to the school lately to harass my kid. My kid studies at this high school, in her senior year, about to take the college entrance exam.”

“Officer, can I request a restraining order? His harassment is affecting our lives,” Zhou Xi sneered, glancing at Bei Dawei, who was still ranting at her, her expression unfriendly.

Bei Dawei was furious, “You filthy b1tch! You’re the liar! What’s your relationship with Beixia? I’m her real uncle! Your kid? Can you even give birth to one?!”

Zhou Xi said sternly, “Officer, listen to his words. If he keeps insulting me like this, I’ll sue him!”

Bei Dawei had been to court before, and the court’s solemnity had silenced him.

Just then, the bell for the end of evening study rang, and the quiet campus came alive. The first group of students left the school.

Zhou Xi and Bei Dawei’s confrontation at the school gate caused a crowd. The police, noting the size difference between Zhou Xi and Bei Dawei, took him away first and spoke to Zhou Xi, saying they couldn’t detain him but would mediate.

Zhou Xi thanked them, knowing the police wouldn’t arrest Bei Dawei for this. She had only said it to scare him.

Knowing Zhou Xi was coming to pick her up, Beixia packed her bag after evening study and headed out. At the school gate, she saw Zhou Xi standing with a police officer and instantly became alert. She hurried to Zhou Xi’s side.

“Is this the kid you mentioned?” the officer asked, sizing up Beixia.

Zhou Xi smiled, “This is my sister.”

“Alright, it’s fine now. We’ll have patrols around the school from now on, so don’t worry,” the officer said.

“Thank you for your trouble,” Zhou Xi said gratefully.

She had explained her and Beixia’s conflict with Bei Dawei to the police and shown them the court’s first mediation document. After learning Bei Dawei had been lurking around the school lately, which was suspicious, they decided to add the school to their daily patrols.

As the police left, Beixia frowned and asked Zhou Xi, “Did you get into a conflict with him? Are you hurt?”

She looked at Zhou Xi with concern.

Zhou Xi smiled, “No.” Seeing Beixia still staring, she continued, “I was waiting for you in the car when he saw me and knocked on my window. I called the police, and it’s fine.”

Zhou Xi said to Beixia, “Get in the car, let’s go home. With police patrolling, he won’t dare bother you again.”

Beixia walked to Zhou Xi’s car and saw the handprints Bei Dawei left on the window. Her heart raced, terrified that Zhou Xi might clash with Bei Dawei because of her.

Bei Dawei was a man, after all, and there was a physical strength gap between men and women. Beixia said, “You don’t need to pick me up anymore.”

Her tone was stiff. Zhou Xi glanced at her and started the car.

Seeing Zhou Xi ignore her, Beixia said anxiously, “He’s my uncle. Even for my mom’s sake, he wouldn’t hurt me.”

“How did I find you back then?” Zhou Xi said in a low voice. “If he really treated you like family, he’d treat you well. Things have come to this point, and none of us can predict what he’ll do.”

“But there are police, right?” Beixia said.

Zhou Xi was silent for a moment. When Beixia called out, “Zhou Xi?” she relented, “Alright, I’ll pick you up for a few more days. If he stops coming, I won’t need to.”

Beixia pursed her lips and nodded helplessly.

Zhou Xi glanced at her and said, “Cheer up. Isn’t it nice to have a free ride these days?”

Beixia finally smiled.

Zhou Xi picked her up for a few days. The police kept their word, not only increasing patrols around the school but also coordinating with traffic police to manage traffic nearby. The incident even made local news, with the TV station covering it.

Bei Dawei was too scared to show up again.

He hired a lawyer, who applied to delay the court hearing, but the lawyer clearly told Bei Dawei he couldn’t win the case. The only option was to get Beixia to drop the lawsuit, leaving Bei Dawei frustrated.

Zhou Xi thought Bei Dawei was just delaying his inevitable loss. In a case like this, dragging it out was his only move. Zhou Xi wasn’t in a rush and could afford to wait.

But Bei Dawei was panicking at home.

He had used part of his sister’s family’s money to repair their family tomb and build a house in the village. Some money was left, and someone in the village suggested repairing the ancestral grave, saying those who contributed more would have their names engraved on a monument—a legacy for centuries. Bei Dawei had been excited and agreed to start construction after spring when the ground thawed. But now, with spring approaching, he hesitated to touch the money.

Lei Hua asked Bei Dawei, “We’ve spent all this money. Even if we lose the lawsuit, what can they do? Tear down our house?”

When the village house was built, everyone praised their family’s wealth.

Though they lived modestly in the city, their rural house was better than many city homes! If not for their kids’ education, Lei Hua would’ve returned to the village long ago!

In the village, people flattered her!

“What do you know? Long hair, short wit!” Bei Dawei snapped, stressed, with a blister on his lip, smoking gloomily.

He had been greedy when he took the money, but once it was in his pocket, he wasn’t giving it back! Thinking of the lawyer’s words, Bei Dawei stomped out his cigarette, realizing he had to target Beixia. That damn woman Zhou Xi was impossible to deal with.

This time, Bei Dawei went to see Beixia, cleaning himself up and bringing a basket of fruit, which Lei Hua begrudged buying.

Bei Dawei arrived at the school gate looking presentable.

He had figured out Beixia’s school schedule and asked a student entering the gate to pass a note to Beixia.

Beixia had just returned from lunch and was chatting with Wu Huimin in the classroom when someone at the door shouted, “Beixia, someone’s looking for you!”

Wu Huimin curiously peeked out. Beixia went to the door and saw an unfamiliar student, who handed her the note and left.

“An uncle at the school gate asked me to give this to you. He said he’s your uncle.”

Beixia took the note, frowned curiously, opened it, and froze.

That evening, Zhou Xi was on duty at the TV station and returned home late.

Back home, she hung up her coat and noticed a strange fruit basket in the living room. Zhou Xi walked over, looked at it, and called out, “Beixia? Who sent this fruit basket?”

Beixia’s room door was open, as if she was waiting for Zhou Xi. She put down her pen, came out, and said with a grim expression, “My uncle sent it. He came to see me today, asking me to drop the lawsuit.”

Zhou Xi got anxious, hurried to Beixia, and asked, “He’s still not giving up? Why did he come to you again? Are you hurt?”

Beixia looked upset, guiltily lowering her head and saying to Zhou Xi, “Let’s drop the lawsuit.”

Beixia knew how much effort Zhou Xi had put into this—gathering evidence, hiring a lawyer, communicating with the court. If they reclaimed the assets left by Beixia’s parents, she’d have more than enough to finish college.

But today, Bei Dawei brought news that was more important to Beixia than money.