Chapter 8

"Daebabo"

If I had to pick one of the most difficult things in this life or my past life, it would probably be trying to reason with someone who is completely irrational and illogical. And right now, such a person is standing right in front of me, seething with anger.

"Touching my precious daughter's lips... Kuh! D, daring to... no, putting your mouth on... Kuh! Anyway, if you can't give me a reason that I, Zhuge Tian, can accept, you'd better be prepared! Kuh!"

His face was flushed, a dragon of earth rising from his temples, and his trembling lips clearly showed how agitated he was. From his agitated state and the words he spoke, I realized one thing. It wasn't about him being a member of the prestigious Zhuge family, one of the seven renowned clans in the martial world. It was about him suffering from an incurable syndrome, more terrifying than a hormonal imbalance: Daebabo syndrome.

'Oh my God. Could he really be a Daebabo!'

I realized how foolish I had been, now that I knew he was a Daebabo. After all, while there are various types of people who are irrational and illogical, the Daebabo type is like a zombie, or in this martial world, a reanimated corpse. To them, their daughter is the sun, the absolute good, and an infinitely pure deity. They willingly become slaves to their daughters, and if you touch their daughters, the consequences are inevitable.

To him, who didn't know that my actions were a form of emergency medical treatment, it must have looked like I was defiling his daughter's purity. Stealing a kiss and a tongue from her pure lips? The outcome was predictable.

If he were just a Daebabo, it would be bad enough, but since he is a martial artist with power, the consequences would be infinitely worse. It could even be a matter of life and death.

A dragon of earth was rising from his temples, and cold sweat was pouring down mine.

If I had known he was a Daebabo, I might have been better off letting her die. After all, the moment I touched her, my future, whether I lived or died, was already dark.

At the hands of a Daebabo father.

"Kuh..."

In the tightening grip and fading consciousness, I once again realized how irrational and illogical Daebabos can be. The absurd act of choking me while demanding a reason he could accept.

He clearly had no intention of accepting any explanation I might give. Or perhaps his demand for a reason was just a pretext to punish me...

If I had to guess what he would say next, it would probably be:

"Why can't you speak! Are you daring to mock me?"

As I thought this, as if reading my mind, his angry words poured out, matching my thoughts perfectly.

"Why can't you speak! Are you daring to mock me?"

'If I can't breathe, how can I speak!'

I was about to suffocate before his daughter, whose lips were turning blue. I desperately tapped his wrist as a sign of surrender, but he was a Daebabo, a martial artist, and Chinese.

'Now that I think about it, he's a triple crown?'

The combination of being completely illogical and irrational, a martial artist, and Chinese, made my mind go numb. As my short life flashed before my eyes, a voice that seemed to be my savior cut through the chaos.

"Ah, Miss! Miss is here!"

The man, responding to the servant's call, released my neck and rushed back to his daughter.

Coughing as my airway cleared.

"Kuh! Kelrek! Kerrek..."

I fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and turned to see his daughter, who was on the verge of suffocating. She was struggling for air, making choking sounds.

"Kuh... Kuh..."

"Qingya!"

Yes, the outcome was inevitable. Since I had already touched her, I had to try to save her. Besides, in good conscience, I couldn't let her die after she ate the food I prepared.

I picked up a spoon from the table, pushed the Daebabo away, and said:

"Move aside! Didn't you say you want to save your daughter no matter what? There's no time to explain!"

I pushed away the man and the servants, who were still in shock, and tried to perform CPR on his daughter, but I heard her final breath.

"Kerrek..."

As her breath left her, she slumped to the cold floor, her face pale and lifeless.

The situation was urgent, but they kept interfering, making it worse.

"Qingya!"

"Miss!"

"Miss! Ahh!"

The servants and the man clung to her body, sobbing.

My head was spinning.

'What's wrong with me today? Why is everything going so wrong?'

Since the guy with the knife scar on his face showed up at the opening ceremony, nothing had gone right. The frustration of things constantly going from bad to worse was overwhelming.

I shouted at her companions.

"Move aside! Do you want to kill her like this?!"

One of the servants, with tears streaming down her face, screamed back at me even louder.

"Ahh... What do you mean kill! She's already gone!"

"Kuh... Qingya! Qingya!"

The servant was screaming, and the man was stroking his daughter's face, sobbing uncontrollably. There was no time to waste.

"A person's life isn't so easily taken! Move aside! I'll try to save her!"

"Haaa... Save... save her?"

The servant, who had been crying, looked at me with disbelief as I promised to save her.

I pushed aside the man and the servants, who were still in shock, and took my position next to the woman on the floor whose breathing had stopped. I then ordered the servant in a stern voice.

"Use this spoon to press her tongue to one side to clear the airway! No, wait."

No, there was no way she would understand just by me telling her, so I opened the woman's mouth and pressed her tongue down with the spoon myself, instructing the servant to hold it in place.

"Hold this!"

With the airway clear, I took two deep breaths and blew them into her. I then spread one hand and interlocked my fingers with the other, and began to compress her chest at a steady pace.

CPR is 30 compressions per cycle.

After 30 compressions, the servant would blow two breaths into the woman's mouth, where her tongue was being held down.

A very textbook CPR.

Fortunately, I had received emergency medical training as part of my hotel training. Otherwise, I might have let someone die.

Sweat began to bead on my forehead.

As I was trying to save her, the Daebabo started to move.

A zombie who had lost its necromancer.

No, a reanimated corpse who had lost its spirit master, sitting in a daze. When he realized I was pressing his daughter's chest, he had another fit.

His daughter's body was clearly his trigger.

Whoever ends up marrying into this family will have a tough time.

This is why, in my past life, it was said that if a girlfriend's father was a Daebabo, you should run away without looking back.

The man's predictable fit.

"You... you... to the end..."

His annoying voice made me shout back while continuing to massage her heart.

"Shut up! If your daughter dies, it's all your fault! You didn't even know what foods could be toxic to her while raising her! Just being pretty isn't enough! And you're persecuting me when I'm trying to save your daughter!"

"What!"

His fit gave me the chance to hit him with some hard truths.

I expected him to collapse in shock, taking a moment to reflect, but that was just my past life's drama cliché.

The man, seething with anger, seemed to be gathering his inner strength, making the surroundings tremble.

- Rumble

- Thud, thud, thud

The tables and chairs around us were shaking, and dust and water droplets were falling from the ceiling. It seemed as if tiles had been pushed out, creating holes.

A chill ran down my spine.

'Is this what they call killing intent?'

It felt like a giant knife was shaving down my spine, from the top of my head to my neck, shoulders, back, and even my buttocks. Cold sweat poured down my back.

'Damn, if I had known, I would have immersed myself in wuxia movies instead of dramas!'

In my past life, if a fight broke out, the police would intervene, and if I hit someone, I would have to pay compensation. But here, in the martial world, might is right.

- Gulping

I swallowed hard.

In the martial world, even a third-rate thug would kill to preserve their honor. I had just humiliated a man from a prestigious family, the Zhuge family, in front of his servants. It was only natural for him to emit such killing intent.

My hands were trembling from the killing intent, but I couldn't stop. My only chance of survival was to keep going.

I pressed down on her chest with even more force.

Actually, my trembling hands were automatically massaging her.

While I was trying to save her, he was staring at her pale, unconscious face, completely unaware of my efforts.

'Miss, please wake up so we can both live!'

Did my desperate plea reach her?

"Cough"

His daughter coughed, and her breath returned.

"Miss!"

"Qingya!"

With her breath restored, I, too, was saved from a near-death experience.

The killing intent vanished like a mirage.

I collapsed on the spot.

- Thud, thud

Something warm and sticky trickled down my nose and fell onto the woman's chest.

Looking down, I saw it was blood from my nose.

At the same time, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me, and my vision began to darken, like the end of a TV broadcast.

With my last bit of strength, I looked at the servant and said:

"Keep Miss warm and make sure the airway isn't blocked by the spoon..."

- Thud

Killing intent is really scary...

That was my last thought.