Chapter 8

A Bowl of Jajangmyeon and the Son-in-Law of the Zhuge Family (8/605)

Daebabo (Father Obsessed with His Daughter)

If I had to pick one of the hardest things in life, whether in my past life or now, it would probably be trying to persuade someone who is tightly bound by irrationality and illogic in a situation where rationality and logic are required.

And such a person is now standing right in front of me.

Moreover, in a state of extreme anger.

"My precious daughter's lips, kuh! Y-You dare to... touch... no, kiss... kuh! Anyway, if you can't give me, Zhuge Tian, a reason that I can accept, you'd better be prepared! Kuh!"

His face was flushed red, a dragon of earth rising from his temples, and his trembling lips clearly showed how agitated he was.

From his agitated appearance and the words he spoke, I realized one fact.

Not the information that he was a member of the Zhuge Family, one of the seven prestigious families in the martial world.

But the fact that he was suffering from an incurable syndrome, more terrifying than a hormonal imbalance and without any cure once it takes hold.

Daebabo Syndrome.

'Oh my God. Could he really be a daebabo?'

I realized how foolish I had been by not recognizing that the middle-aged man was a daebabo.

After all, while there are various types of people tightly bound by irrationality and illogic.

Among them, the daebabo type is like a zombie, or in the martial world, a reanimated corpse, whose brain is pickled with the word "daughter."

To them, their daughter is the sun, the absolute good, and an infinitely pure deity.

They willingly become slaves to their daughters, just as cat owners call themselves servants. If you touch such a daughter? The consequences are inevitable.

Given that he doesn't know it's an emergency medical procedure, he would naturally see the situation as a violation of his daughter's purity.

Stealing a kiss and a tongue from her pure lips?

The outcome was inevitable.

Especially if the daebabo is a martial artist with combat skills, 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 trickling down mine.

If I had known he was a daebabo, it might have been better to let her die.

Because the moment I touched her, my future, whether I lived or died, would inevitably be shrouded in darkness.

At the hands of a daebabo father.

"Kuh..."

In the tightening grip and fading consciousness, I once again realized how irrational and illogical a daebabo can be.

The absurd act of choking me while demanding a reason he can accept.

It was clear that no matter what I said, he had no intention of accepting it. Or perhaps his demand for a reason was just a pretext to punish me...

If I had to guess what the middle-aged man would say next in this situation:

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

As I imagined what he would say, as if reading my mind, his anger-filled words poured out at me.

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

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

In a situation where I would die before his daughter, who was turning blue, I desperately tapped his wrist as a sign of surrender, but he was an irrational, illogical daebabo, a martial artist, and Chinese.

'Come to think of it, a triple crown?'

With a combination that completely lacked any element of logic, my mind began to drift as my short life flashed before my eyes.

Just as I was about to give up, a voice that seemed to be saving me rang out.

"Ah, Miss! Miss!"

The man, responding to the servant's call, threw me aside and rushed back to his daughter.

A coughing fit as my airway cleared.

"Kuh! Keh! Ker!"

As I fell to the ground, gasping for breath, I turned my head to see his daughter, who was on the verge of suffocation.

She was struggling for breath, making choking sounds.

"Kuh... Kuh..."

"Qingya!"

Yes, the outcome was inevitable. Since I had already touched her, I had to try to save her.

Moreover, since she had eaten the food I made and ended up like this, I couldn't let her die in good conscience.

I picked up a spoon from the table, pushed the daebabo aside, and said,

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

Pushing aside the dazed man and the servants, I tried to perform CPR on his daughter, but I heard her final breath.

"Ker..."

As her breath stopped, she slumped to the cold floor, her face pale and her head drooping.

The situation was urgent, but the constant interruptions were causing problems.

"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 came to the opening ceremony, nothing has gone right.

Frustration welled up as the situation kept getting worse.

I shouted at her companions.

"Everyone, move aside! Do you want to kill her like this?!"

One of the servants, with tears and snot 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.

There was no time to waste.

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

"Huh... Save... save her?"

The servant, who had stopped crying, looked at me with disbelief at my promise to save her.

Ignoring the dazed man and the servants, I pushed them aside and took my position next to the woman on the floor.

I ordered the servant in a stern voice.

"Use this spoon to press her tongue to one side and 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.

"Hold this!"

With the airway clear, I took two deep breaths and then spread one hand, interlocking the fingers of the other hand on top.

I 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, emergency first aid was part of the hotel training.

Otherwise, I might have sent someone to the other side of the Jordan.

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 that had lost its spirit master, sitting dazed on the floor, suddenly came to life when he realized I was pressing his daughter's chest.

The daebabo was having another fit.

His daughter's body seemed to be connected to his trigger button.

Whoever the crazy person who would become the son-in-law of this family, they would have a hard 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 inevitable fit over the first night.

"You... you... you... you..."

His annoying voice made me shout at him while continuing to massage the woman's heart.

"Shut up! If your daughter dies, it's all your fault! You didn't even know what foods could be toxic to a child while raising her to adulthood! Just being pretty isn't enough for a parent! And you're oppressing her without even knowing she's trying to save herself!"

"What!"

With his fit, I hit the middle-aged man hard with the facts.

I expected him to stagger and sit down, taking a moment to reflect, but that was just my misconception from too many past-life dramas.

The man, burning 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.

Dust and water droplets were falling from the ceiling.

It seemed that tiles had been pushed out, creating holes in the ceiling, and water droplets were falling from all directions.

A chill ran down my spine.

'Is this what they call killing intent?'

A feeling like a giant knife was shaving my spine, from the top of my head to my neck, shoulders, back, and even my buttocks.

Cold sweat poured down my spine like rain.

'Damn it, if I had known, I would have immersed myself in martial arts 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, strength is the law.

- Gulping

I swallowed hard.

In the martial world, even a third-rate thug would kill to preserve their dignity.

And I had just brutally insulted a man from a prestigious family, who had introduced himself as Zhuge something, in front of his servants...

It was only natural that he would emit such killing intent.

My hands were trembling from the first experience of killing intent, but I couldn't stop.

Because my only way out was to continue.

I pressed down on her chest with even more force.

Actually, my trembling hands were automatically massaging her.

Without realizing the effort I was putting in to save her, I looked at her pale, unconscious face and pleaded.

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

Did my heartfelt plea reach her?

"Cough"

His daughter coughed, and her breath returned.

"Miss!"

"Qingya!"

With her breath restored, I, too, was saved from the brink of death.

The killing intent disappeared as if it had never been there.

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 a nosebleed.

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

Gathering the last of my strength, I looked at the servant and said,

"Keep Miss warm and use the spoon to ensure her airway remains clear..."

- Thud

Killing intent is really scary...

That was my last thought.