I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 197: Previous Connection

"What?"

"A year ago, I attended an outdoor event organized by a business association in Moshan. I’ve had epilepsy since I was young, but it’s been well controlled and doesn’t often cause seizures. That day, with all the flashing cameras and having not slept for 24 hours due to work, I had a sudden episode . The event organizers were inexperienced and hadn’t arranged for a medical attendee, nor did they have an AED on hand. It was you who performed CPR for 40 minutes until the ambulance made it up the mountain."

Qiao Suisui was stunned for quite a while, it took her half a day to sort of remember. One reason was that it had been a while, and the other was she hadn’t really taken it to heart. She had been at that event to work a part-time job that paid 50 yuan an hour to serve tea, clean up, and clear tables, only to end up not getting paid because the organizers found an excuse not to settle the account after the accident.

That day was scorching hot; she picked up empty mineral water bottles in the blazing Sun, running errands for 8 hours straight, and didn’t earn a single cent. If one were to talk about the notable events of that day, anything would be more memorable to her than saving Guan Weizhi’s life.

"So that was it, but I think any person with first-aid experience would have stepped forward in such a moment, Teacher Guan, you shouldn’t worry about it too much."

"You have first-aid experience?"

Qiao Suisui smiled a bit sheepishly, "No, I learned it, but never had to use it. Actually, that was my first time performing first aid; I’m very thankful I could help."

What does performing CPR for 40 minutes mean?

Just 10 minutes of CPR is already a task that exhausts one’s physical strength, and 40 minutes usually requires several rescuers taking turns to ensure consistent quality and frequency of compressions.

But Suisui quietly and continuously repeated the standard first-aid procedures without giving up.

At the time, Guan Weizhi had lost consciousness, and when he woke up, he only knew a student had saved him. To express their gratitude, the Guan Family spent quite some time locating Qiao Suisui and learning about her school. The Guan Family is strict and proper in their dealings, so instead of simply sending a secretary with money to thank her, Mr. Guan expressly instructed Guan Weizhi to thank her personally upon discharge and to understand her needs and help if possible.

It was a rainy day when Guan Weizhi sat in the back seat of a Maybach, watching through the window as the girl in the school uniform ran out.

Her figure was slender and delicate, her navy school uniform skirt reaching just above the knee, revealing slender, fair calves, a white shirt tucked into her skirt. By now her white shirt, seeped through by rain, clung to her thin back, revealing the faint outline of her pink underwear.

The soaked white shirt outlined her delicate curves, and as she jumped over puddles, her long ponytail swung and brushed against Guan Weizhi’s heart.

"Is it definitely her?"

Hearing the query, the driver nodded, reaching forward from the driver’s seat to hand a file to Guan Weizhi, "Yes, President Guan had someone run a background check before coming here, it’s all in here."

Guan Weizhi took it, but did not immediately look at it; his gaze remained locked on Qiao Suisui, who was sheltering from the rain in the corridor.

It was this frail and petite girl who had performed 40 minutes of CPR, not flinching at the sight of the vomit when he was having a seizure. Without her, he wouldn’t be sitting here right now. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Guan Weizhi, resting his chin in his hand, gazed out the window and said, "Give her an umbrella."

"Yes."

He watched the driver approach and hand over the umbrella – the girl looked at him timidly, then something the driver said made her turn her gaze towards the car.

The car window was tinted, invisible from the outside. Even so, Guan Weizhi unconsciously sat up straight due to the feeling of her gaze upon him.

Qiao Suisui sincerely thanked the driver, her delicate face, with hair wet from the rain sticking to her neck and chin, blooming with a pinkish hue on her fair skin. Her eyes, cautious as those of a deer, relaxed slightly as she smiled at the driver.

Just like that, the young girl’s smiling face, through the rain-streaked window, left a lasting impression on Guan Weizhi’s heart.

He had reviewed her profile over and over again, with Old Master Guan and his brother asking if he had properly thanked her. He had brushed them off, biding his time.

Guan Weizhi occasionally drove himself to her inevitable route home after school to catch a glimpse of her, then pulled some strings to place a well-qualified head teacher in her class, secured high-quality projects for her father’s company, and after realizing her brother excelled academically, found an excuse to award him a scholarship...

Old Tang, the driver who spent the most time by Guan Weizhi’s side, wasn’t quite sure what his boss meant by his actions. Why not thank her properly in person? Why this secretive gratitude? And instead of expressing it all at once, why ’installment’ gratitude?

One day, Old Tang couldn’t hold back anymore. Not far outside the car was a large crowd of students leaving school, and he glanced in the rearview mirror to ask, "Mr. Guan, aren’t you going to greet Miss Qiao today?"

Dressed in a sharply tailored suit, Guan Weizhi sat in the back seat gazing out the window and immediately spotted the young girl with a backpack emerging from the crowd. She radiated the distinctive aura of youth.

"Hmm," he supported his chin with a hand, his body exuding an air of refinement, "She’s in her senior year now, a critical time; she can’t afford to be distracted."

Old Tang listened to this and his eyes snapped open in astonishment.

What, you’re worried that stepping out would captivate the young girl?

Old Tang mumbled to himself and, looking through the rearview mirror at Guan Weizhi’s sharp-featured face, thought to himself, well, who can blame you for looking like that.

Guan Weizhi was never a patient man. At the negotiation table, he was decisive, dealing with millions with a single sentence, and always had others making concessions. His creed was, if money and contacts could solve a problem, don’t waste his time.

Yet, he had waited for Qiao Suisui for a whole year, accompanying her through her life’s first significant turning point without her knowledge.

Then he spent another half-year getting his company’s internal operations to stabilize. After that, he invested in her school and donated a theater directly to the Drama and Literary Studies Department, even taking a nominal post, embarking on a life with full employment benefits.

Guan Weizhi picked the subject with the lowest barrier to entry, then assembled a professional team to help him with lesson preparation, lecture materials, PPT, and a series of subject-relevant matters, leaving nothing to chance.

In Qiao Suisui’s presence, he became the most patient player, drawing closer bit by bit, all to hit the most beautiful home run.

But perhaps his intuition was too keen; he always felt the deer he was nurturing had suddenly become a mountain lion.

Her glance no longer held timidity; her eyes were firm when she spoke, her expression cool. The nervousness and discomfort she used to exhibit around him were gone, replaced by a sense of firmness and relaxation. It was as if she no longer cared about the changes in the outside world, unmoved by whichever way the wind blew.

This change was abrupt. He had only not seen her for a little over a week. What had happened to her during this time?

"How is your father’s company doing?" Guan Weizhi asked.