All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Zhou Li thought Chunshui’s attitude was unfair.

Always suspicious of her.

She arranged the rose bouquet neatly, not answering directly, but asked, “Do these flowers look beautiful?”

Chunshui’s gaze paused.

Her eyes had been on Zhou Li’s face, overlooking the red roses in her arms.

The roses bloomed vibrantly, very beautiful.

Zhou Li said slowly, “Look at pretty things more. Don’t always be suspicious. If you want to know what I think, ask me. I’ll tell you honestly.”

“I don’t believe you’d like an old man,” Zhou Li said earnestly. “He’s too old.” Saying this, she wrinkled her nose instinctively, as if mentioning his name made her physically ill.

Zhou Li’s reaction pleased Chunshui.

Her lips curved into an involuntary smile.

The roses were indeed beautiful.

Chunshui’s eyes sparkled.

Zhou Li, looking at the arranged roses, clapped her hands. “Done.”

At that moment, the assistant entered with some items. Zhou Li glanced at him and said to Chunshui, “You’re busy, so I’ll head out.”

“Wait.” It wasn’t Chunshui’s voice—it was her assistant, Fang Yan’s.

Fang Yan gripped the files tightly, his lips pursed, bowing at a forty-five-degree angle to Zhou Li. “Yesterday, I visited you without permission and disturbed you. My boss has reprimanded me. I hope Dean Zhou won’t mind.”

Zhou Li was slightly surprised, glancing at Chunshui.

Chunshui lowered her eyes, acting as if she wasn’t interrupting them.

Zhou Li felt awkward.

She was good at handling troublemakers, but this humble apology stirred an odd sense of kindness in her.

She coughed. “It’s not a big deal.” Her tone visibly softened.

Fang Yan continued bowing. “I’m very sorry for offending you. I’ve found a place for our people, so we won’t trouble you further.”

“It’s a small matter. Stand up,” Zhou Li said, uncomfortable with Fang Yan’s demeanor.

Fang Yan straightened. Zhou Li, too embarrassed, didn’t know what Chunshui’s gaze was like behind her. She quickly said she had something to do and fled.

Chunshui’s eyes followed Doctor Zhou’s retreating figure, her pleasure softening her expression.

Seeing his boss’s smile, Fang Yan’s earlier discomfort vanished.

As long as it made his boss happy, he’d even kneel to beg Zhou Li.

He had been too arrogant before, riding high with his boss, forgetting to stay humble.

Fang Yan adjusted his mindset, handing Chunshui the requested documents, though he wondered: Why did his boss want a list of lesbians in the entertainment industry?

Chunshui took the documents but didn’t open them, instead asking, “Have you contacted Director Zhang’s side?”

Fang Yan replied softly, “I’ve had someone convey our intentions. Director Zhang is cautious and has high demands for investors.”

Chunshui said, “Keep in touch with them. I have a list of companies here. See if we can acquire them.”

She sent the list over. “I’ve reviewed their operations. Their financial reports look good, but their cash flow is clearly weak. If we enter now, we can maximize benefits.”

Fang Yan nodded.

After Chunshui finished assigning work, it was time for treatment.

Fang Yan asked, “Should I arrange two bodyguards for you? Dean Zhou’s hospital has too many familiar faces. If someone clashes with you, bodyguards can handle it quickly.”

Chunshui considered and agreed.

She couldn’t keep hiding forever; someone would eventually spot her.

Her face appearing in China would spark talk, especially after Zhou Xi’s scandal. Chunshui suspected some would use her to shift attention.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. After years away, they might think she’s an easy target.

Fang Yan nodded. “I’ll arrange it immediately.”

With his boss’s approval, Fang Yan felt relieved.

His work kept him from staying by her side, so bodyguards would serve as both a deterrent and protection.

Fang Yan left to handle it, and a nurse came to deliver Chunshui’s medicine.

After she took it, the nurse smiled softly. “The dean’s been waiting outside for a while.”

Chunshui nodded, saying to the nurse, “Please call her in.”

Zhou Li was at the nurses’ station, chatting and laughing with the nurses.

Perhaps because the original body ran a plastic surgery hospital, the nurses here were all attractive. With entertainment industry folks coming through, everyone cared more about appearances.

They competed in looks, making the hospital visually pleasing.

Zhou Li was sharing skincare tips, mostly her talking, the nurses listening eagerly.

Basking in their admiring gazes, Zhou Li felt smug.

Putting knowledge to use, surrounded by adoring nurses, felt amazing.

The system suddenly said, “Wang Shan posted on Weibo.”

Zhou Li perked up.

She waved to the nurses, pulled out her phone, and opened Weibo.

As expected, Wang Shan was kicking Zhou Xi while he was down.

She posted a subtle, loaded essay.

Saying she was so disappointed that she and Zhou Xi peacefully divorced last year, asking netizens not to disturb her and her child’s life.

Saying Zhou Xi’s personal conduct was poor, unrelated to his parents, and asking netizens not to bother his family.

Portraying herself as having moved on from a failed marriage, serene and content.

Zhou Li scoffed.

Such a sly move, befitting a woman skilled at manipulating public opinion.

Netizens grew more curious. Why was Wang Shan disappointed? Why no paparazzi leaks about last year’s divorce? Was Zhou Xi’s poor conduct linked to Li Hongqing back then? Did Wang Shan already know?

Netizens dug eagerly.

Zhou Xi’s manager was sweating bullets.

Li Hongqing had hooked up with Zhou Xi seven years ago, right after her debut.

Her first film role came from Zhou Xi trading his resources.

But no one expected she’d later snag Fenghang Entertainment’s boss, Feng Ziying, while still entangled with Zhou Xi.

The manager had long felt it was trouble, urging Zhou Xi to cut ties with Li Hongqing. Zhou Xi thought she was meddling. Now, with the scandal breaking, public opinion collapsed, shattering Zhou Xi’s carefully crafted aloof persona.

The manager was swamped, calling everyone to lower the heat, wearing out her lips with little effect. Zhou Xi was unreachable.

Thinking of Zhou Xi’s schedule, the manager’s heart sank—had he fallen into Feng Ziying’s hands?

Feng Ziying was no pushover.

Rumor had it he came from Hong Kong with ties to the underworld.

If Zhou Xi was in his grasp, he’d be lucky to escape with his life.

At Fenghang Entertainment’s top-floor office, Feng Ziying’s men brought Li Hongqing and Zhou Xi before him.

Feng Ziying grabbed Li Hongqing’s chin. “What did I tell you? Betray me, and I’ll make your life hell!”

Li Hongqing looked pitiful, her charm what won Feng Ziying over. Teary-eyed, she said, “I didn’t want this. Zhou Xi had dirt on me from my debut. I wanted to tell you, but you were busy those days and ignored me. Zhou Xi said if I went with him, he’d let me go. I thought it’d settle things once and for all, but it got leaked.”

Feng Ziying frowned.

Before marrying Li Hongqing, he’d investigated her. She wasn’t pure, just flashy and vain, easy to control.

Before the wedding, he warned her to cut all outside ties, or face consequences. Li Hongqing complied, with no rumors for three years, playing the dutiful Mrs. Feng.

Tears slid from Li Hongqing’s eyes. “I promised to be your wife. With everything you give me, why would I cheat? But he had my indecent photos.”

Feng Ziying eyed her suspiciously.

Li Hongqing was about to press her advantage, knowing Feng Ziying needed her to fend off people from Hong Kong.

They each played their own games; Feng Ziying just couldn’t stomach being publicly cuckolded.

She never cared when he played outside.

Li Hongqing thought bitterly.

Feng Ziying’s phone rang.

Irritated, he answered, “What?”

A distorted voice came through. “I have something good—about your wife and you. If you don’t want it exposed, transfer ten million to my account.”

“Who the hell are you?” Feng Ziying hung up.

Right after, an email arrived. Annoyed, he opened it—audio file. Playing it, Li Hongqing’s voice came through.

“You mean Feng Ziying? He’s useless.”

She went on, insulting Feng Ziying, her heavy breathing clearly from illicit activity.

Feng Ziying’s face turned green, kicking Li Hongqing down. “B1tch!”

Chaos erupted, with blows exchanged.

The system told Zhou Li the money was received. She said casually, “Donate it to a reliable charity.”

The system transferred the ten million, and a charity focused on impoverished women was stunned by the windfall.

Zhou Li stretched, hearing a nurse call, “Doctor Zhou, the patient in 215 is waiting.”

The nurses at the station giggled, their looks suggestive.

Zhou Li, puzzled, pushed up her glasses. What was going on?

Was there something wrong with 215?

At the nurses’ station, they had the tray ready and ushered Zhou Li off.

“Doctor Zhou, go quickly.”

Chunshui sat on her bed, her left face toward the window. Turning, her fair face bore a genuine smile, feeling the sunlight was lovely, the bedside roses blooming vividly.

Zhou Li knocked. Chunshui: “Come in.”

She turned, sitting in the light, breathtakingly beautiful.

The breeze lifted the window hinges, and the strong side light hid her scars, making her smile dreamy.

Zhou Li paused, struck by the joy in her smile.

It was the first time she saw the female protagonist smile so happily.

She closed the door, set down the tray.

“Good mood,” Zhou Li said.

Chunshui nodded. “Thanks to Doctor Zhou’s guidance.” She didn’t forget to flatter Zhou Li.

Zhou Li laughed. “I didn’t say much.”

She gently disinfected Chunshui’s cheek, applying the ointment.

Removing her gloves, Zhou Li was about to leave when Chunshui said, “Doctor Zhou, I have some documents here—people in the entertainment industry with good character. You might try contacting them.”

Chunshui handed Zhou Li the files from beside her pillow.

Zhou Li took them, puzzled.

Chunshui lay down, closing her eyes.

Zhou Li didn’t dare ask more.

Taking the tray and blue folder, she closed the door, asking the system, “What does the female protagonist mean by this?”

Zhou Li placed the tray at the nurses’ station, flipping through the files—all beautiful women, leaving her even more confused.

The system’s mechanical voice sounded in her mind: “She thinks you like women.”

Zhou Li: “Huh?”