All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

This was a huge misunderstanding.

How could the female protagonist misunderstand her like this?

Zhou Li sat restlessly in her office, staring at the files on her desk, muttering to the system, “Why did she give me this?”

System: “To set you up.”

Zhou Li: Huh?

She shook her head wildly, freaking out.

“Why would she misunderstand?!”

The system played dead.

After her meltdown, Zhou Li tossed the files aside.

“Forget that for now. Any moves from Zhou Xi and Wang Shan?”

“Yes,” the system said. “Netizens dug up that Zhou Xi and Li Hongqing had an ambiguous rumor seven years ago. Li Hongqing’s first film was backed by Zhou Xi, who personally invited industry insiders to promote it. Wang Shan even shaded them on Weibo back then.”

“Whoa.”

“No wonder netizens are so good,” Zhou Li praised.

The system continued, “They also found matching couple items on Zhou Xi and Li Hongqing’s Weibo, photos in the same settings, even the same flights, tourist spots, and hotels they stayed at.”

“Anything else? Did anyone mention Chunshui?” Zhou Li asked.

“They did. I suppressed it,” the system said.

“Nice work!” Zhou Li fist-pumped.

She rubbed her chin, instructing the system to compile Zhou Xi and Li Hongqing’s affair timeline from online data, then pulled Chunshui’s schedule from that time. It proved Chunshui and Zhou Xi were never on the same timeline, with barely any overlapping schedules, debunking the rumor of their affair and showing Zhou Xi deliberately framed Chunshui.

With the system’s help, Zhou Li sorted out the timelines of Chunshui, Zhou Xi, and Li Hongqing from three years ago.

It was a massive task, working overtime until the next morning.

She stretched, decided to have the system register a new account, and posted the findings across multiple platforms, hiring bots to repost. The topic “Zhou Xi framed Chunshui” shot to the top.

Chunshui’s silent fans for three years erupted, uniting to share Zhou Li’s posts aggressively, infuriating Zhou Xi’s fans.

“Your old idol’s past his prime, framing my sister while she was in the hospital, huh?”

“My sister was fighting for her life, and you framed her! No conscience!”

“Saying my sister liked an old man? A joke! Got any proof? Just a chat log? I could say I’m Zhou Xi’s dad—does that make it true?”

“My sister won her lawsuit. Careful, we’ll sue you for defamation!”

“Your delusional fangirl dreams—my sister’s got real achievements!”

“Hands off my Chunshui, no framing!”

…

It was as if people suddenly remembered that Chunshui had issued a solemn statement, declaring she was slandered, only professionally linked to Zhou Xi, and never meddled in anyone’s family. She sued Zhou Xi and numerous rumor-spreaders, but no one cared back then.

Someone dug up the court verdict from a year later—Chunshui won, but Zhou Xi’s side never apologized.

Zhou Li, sleepless with panda eyes, saw the topic trending and had the system push “Zhou Xi apologize” to the top. Exhausted, she instructed the system and crashed into sleep.

Chunshui woke, finding no one by the flowerbed.

She stood by the bed, tidied herself, and turned on her phone.

Since the accident three years ago, she had suffered from neurasthenia.

Her doctor advised against using her phone at night, but in her line of work, who could keep it off? Until paparazzi hounded her in the hospital, pressuring her to admit a romance with Zhou Xi.

Chunshui smashed three phones, and since then, kept it off at night, a habit she maintained.

As soon as her phone powered on, messages popped up.

[You hired someone else?]

[Didn’t need me to act—someone’s helping you.]

[Still going after Wang Shan?]

Chunshui frowned, replying: What’s going on?

The other side seemed to be waiting, quickly sending a link. Chunshui clicked and read for a long time.

A user named OnePunchBlastsTheWorld posted a timeline from three years ago.

Clearly a Chunshui fan, even the tone screamed it.

OnePunchBlastsTheWorld: So unfair for my wife. Zhou Xi’s ancient, teeth falling out, while my wife’s still a blooming beauty! He framed her, a toad lusting after a swan! Are you all blind? Look closely—do their schedules align? That old man and Li Hongqing were practically dancing naked in front of you! Blind? Donate your eyes to a hospital! See clearly! Is he worthy?!

Attached was a meticulously clear timeline, with photos of Zhou Xi and Li Hongqing entering the same hotel multiple times and dating videos, later claimed as work dinners by staff.

OnePunchBlastsTheWorld: You believe that? A steamy kiss in a hotel for a work dinner?

OnePunchBlastsTheWorld: [Video]

OnePunchBlastsTheWorld: My wife was in critical condition, fighting for her life, and this is how you treated her? She deserves better.

OnePunchBlastsTheWorld’s uncensored video pushed the issue to its peak.

Morning netizens uncovered that three years ago was when Li Hongqing announced her marriage to Fenghang Entertainment’s boss, Feng Ziying. No one expected their entanglement from seven years prior to persist, with Zhou Xi using Chunshui as a shield while she was hospitalized, unable to defend herself.

Many who cursed Chunshui as a mistress wanted to apologize on her Weibo, only to find her account deactivated, her studio dissolved, and her gone from the industry for three years.

People finally remembered Chunshui.

Recalling her films and screen presence.

Someone compiled a montage of her past works, with apologies flooding the comments.

Finally, someone asked, “Where’s Wang Shan? Didn’t she start this? Why hasn’t she apologized?”

Chunshui’s eyes flickered, all her emotions suppressed at that name.

It wasn’t over—she wouldn’t let any of them off.

[Do it.] Chunshui replied.

[Got it.] The other side answered.

An earthquake hit the entertainment industry. Someone exposed that Wang Shan and Zhou Xi’s “marriage of the century” was just a transaction. Before marrying Zhou Xi, Wang Shan was pregnant with an industry mogul’s child, and Zhou Xi was just a fall guy. Their marital discord was an open secret.

Their romance was high-profile, with Wang Shan rumored as an heiress and Zhou Xi marrying into wealth. Now, it was said Wang Shan was a socialite, and the heavily sponsored wedding was to cover for the mogul, who had a powerful wife and kids. Zhou Xi married her for mutual benefit.

Netizens ate it up, but the hospital was quiet, with nurses doing routine rounds.

Chunshui’s phone sat aside as she stared blankly from a single sofa, looking lonely.

The nurse delivered medicine and returned to the station, whispering gossip. “What’s with the dean? She’s here but not making a move?”

Another nurse, printing forms, said, “If the dean put half her money-making passion into dating, she’d have a dozen partners by now.”

“You’re right. Is she waiting to make more money before pursuing? If she’s chasing someone, wouldn’t this job be free?” the first nurse mused wildly.

The other nodded. “Not impossible.”

Chunshui coughed, interrupting them.

The two nurses at the station jumped, looking awkwardly at her.

Did she overhear them?

Wouldn’t that ruin the dean?

The dean loved money, but not that much, right?

They hesitated, uncertain about Zhou Li.

Chunshui, unfazed, said, “I’m stepping out. Please tell Doctor Zhou I’ll be back this afternoon.”

The nurses nodded hurriedly.

Chunshui gave a slight nod and was picked up by Fang Yan.

When Zhou Li woke, it was noon.

She stretched, checked the time, and panicked.

“System, why didn’t you wake me? I missed the female protagonist’s treatment!”

She scrambled up, getting ready to rush to the ward.

The system’s mechanical voice sounded, “The female protagonist’s not in the hospital. She went to visit a prison.”