Chapter 197

"What?"

"A year ago, I was participating in an outdoor activity organized by a chamber of commerce at Moshanshan. I've had epilepsy since I was a child, but it's always been well-controlled, and I don't have seizures often. That day at the event, many camera flashes were pointed at me, and on top of that, I hadn't slept for 24 hours due to work, which caused a sudden seizure. At the time, the chamber of commerce organizers were inexperienced; they weren't equipped with a team doctor, nor did they have an AED. It was you who performed CPR on me for 40 minutes until the ambulance arrived on the mountain."

Qiao Suisui was stunned for a long while, recalling for a long time before she had a slight impression. First, it was a long time ago, and second, she hadn't taken it to heart at all. That day, she had appeared at that occasion to do a part-time job paying 50 yuan an hour, serving tea and water and cleaning up the venue. In the end, because an accident occurred at the event, the organizers shirked responsibility and didn't pay them.

That day was scorching hot. She had braved the sun to pick up the empty mineral water bottles others had finished, doing odd jobs for 8 hours, being ordered around, and in the end, she didn't get a single cent. If one really had to talk about it, any of the things that happened that day were more memorable to her than saving Guan Weizhi.

"So that's how it was. But I think anyone with first-aid experience would have stepped forward at that time. Teacher Guan, you don't need to take it to heart."

"You've had first-aid experience?"

Qiao Suisui smiled a bit embarrassedly. "No, I've learned it, but I hadn't used it afterward. Actually, that day was my first time performing first aid. I'm very glad I could help."

What was the concept of performing CPR continuously for 40 minutes? One had to know that even 10 minutes of CPR was a very physically demanding task, and 40 minutes usually required multiple rescue personnel to take turns to ensure the quality and frequency of the compressions.

Yet Qiao Suisui, without a sound, kept repeating the standard first-aid steps without giving up.

At the time, Guan Weizhi had lost consciousness. After waking up, he only knew that a student had saved him. To show gratitude, the Guan family spent a lot of time finding Qiao Suisui and inquiring about her school. The Guan family had strict upbringing and was particular about doing things, so they didn't just casually send a secretary to send Qiao Suisui money to express thanks. Father Guan specifically instructed Guan Weizhi to thank her in person after being discharged from the hospital, understand her needs, and help where he could.

It was a rainy day. Guan Weizhi sat in the back seat of a Maybach, looking through the car window at the young girl who had run out with her school uniform on her head.

Her figure was thin and slender, the hem of her dark blue school uniform skirt just reaching her knees, revealing slender, fair calves. Her upper body wore a white shirt tucked into the skirt. At this moment, the white shirt was already soaked through by the rain, sticking to her thin back, revealing the faint outline of her light pink underwear.

The soaked white shirt wrapped around her delicate chest line, and her long ponytail swung with her movements as she jumped over puddles, sweeping straight into Guan Weizhi's heart.

"Are you sure it's her?"

Hearing the question, the driver nodded and handed a document to Guan Weizhi from the driver's seat with both hands: "Yes, before coming, President Guan had someone do a background check, it's all here."

Guan Weizhi took it without looking immediately. His gaze remained locked on Qiao Suisui, who was hiding from the rain under the corridor.

It was this thin, petite girl in front of him who had performed 40 minutes of CPR for him, not minding the vomit from his seizure. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be sitting here right now.

Guan Weizhi rested his chin on his hand, looking out the window, and said: "Give her an umbrella."

"Yes."

He saw the driver walk over and hand the umbrella to her. The young girl looked at the other person somewhat timidly, and then, not knowing what the driver said, her gaze looked toward the car's position.

The car windows were tinted, and nothing could be seen from the outside. Even so, Guan Weizhi still sat up straight involuntarily because of her gaze. Qiao Suisui thanked the driver sincerely. On her exquisite little face, the hair wet by the rain still stuck between her neck and chin, her snow-white skin flushed with some red, and a pair of deer-like eyes seemed to be constantly on guard. At this moment, slightly relaxing, she smiled at the driver.

Just like that, the young girl's smile, through the rain-beaded car window, carved a mark on Guan Weizhi's heart.

He read her information repeatedly. Old Master Guan and his brother both came to ask if he had thanked her properly, but he brushed them off and just stayed put.

Guan Weizhi would occasionally drive himself to the path she took home from school to look at her from afar. Afterward, he used some connections to change the head teacher of her class to one with an excellent resume, facilitated some high-quality projects for her father's company, and knowing her younger brother had excellent grades, found an excuse to give him a bonus... The driver, Old Tang, was the person who had been by Guan Weizhi's side the longest, and he couldn't quite figure out what this "Master" meant. If you're going to thank her properly, isn't it better to do it in person? Why was his boss so "stealthy"? And why did he have to "pay in installments" like this?

One day, Old Tang couldn't help it. Not far outside the car was a huge crowd of students leaving school. He looked in the rearview mirror and asked: "Mr. Guan, are you not going to go say hello to Miss Qiao today either?"

Guan Weizhi, wearing a well-cut suit, sat in the back seat, looking out the window. At a glance, he saw the young girl walking out with her backpack in the crowd. She had a scent unique to youth.

"Mm." He rested his chin on his hand, his whole person, down to every strand of hair, exuding nobility. "She's in her third year of high school, a critical period; she can't be distracted."

Hearing this, Old Tang blinked his eyes.

*What, you've been bewitched by a little girl after going out? * Old Tang muttered in his heart, looking at Guan Weizhi's sharp-featured face in the rearview mirror, thinking, *Fine, who let you look like that. *

Guan Weizhi was never a patient person. At the negotiating table, he was decisive, one sentence worth tens of millions; it was always others who had to back down. His creed was: if things can be solved with money and people, don't make him spend time.

Yet he waited for Qiao Suisui for a whole year, accompanying her through the first crucial turning point in her life without her knowing.

Then he spent another half a year getting the company's internal operations into a stable period, then he invested in her school, donated a theater directly to the Drama Literature Department, and took a position on the side, starting a life of receiving social insurance and housing funds.

Guan Weizhi chose the subject with the lowest threshold, then found a professional team to help him prepare lessons, prepare lecture materials and PPTs, and handle a series of professional-related content, leaving no stone unturned.

Facing Qiao Suisui, he became the most patient player, approaching bit by bit, just to hit the most beautiful home run.

But he didn't know if his intuition was too sensitive; he always felt that the little deer he was raising had suddenly turned into a cougar.

Her eyes were no longer full of cowardice, her gaze was firm when she spoke, her expression was calm, and the nervousness and discomfort she had faced him with every time before were gone, replaced by a sense of certainty and relaxation, as if she no longer cared about all the changes in the outside world—let the wind blow from any direction, she remained unmoved.

This change was very sudden. He hadn't seen her for just over a week. What happened to her in this week? "Is your dad's company doing okay?" Guan Weizhi asked.

If you don't like to read, don't read, but don't try to control what I write. After all, the one you fell in love with is the male character I wrote, not the male character you wrote. How to choose is your freedom, how to write is my freedom. Old readers who followed from *Qie* are very calm because they know that reading my writing means you can never guess the plot, and at the same time, there is a sense of security like tucking long johns into socks. What are you howling about? It's NP to begin with, embrace change, embrace handsome guys, OK? Type "receiving peach blossom luck" on the public screen for me! Those who feel sorry for men will suffer a big loss. It's not enough for me to worry about them day after day. After work and finishing writing, I still have to give you military training. I'm convinced! (Ka'er tone)

(End of chapter)