MGASC -Chapter 8 Slap in the Face – My Man Has No Other Intentions

Zhang Qiao had already torn a small opening in the plastic bag and spoke gently to the man holding the little girl: “Hello, we’re still a distance from the hospital. From what I see, your daughter seems to be suffering from respiratory alkalosis. Did she cry a lot before the episode? I have a method that can help relieve her symptoms.”

As she spoke, she was about to place the plastic bag over the girl’s head. This alarmed the driver, who immediately pulled Zhang Qiao back. “Step away! What are you doing? Do you even know who’s in this car? If something happens, are you ready to take responsibility?”

Zhang Qiao still held onto the bag. She looked up at the man holding the child, as if silently asking him whether he really didn’t want her help.

Wang Yan finally saw an opportunity and deliberately raised her voice as she stepped forward. “Zhang Qiao, what are you trying to do now? Earlier, you even tried to smear me. Your fox tail can’t be hidden anymore, huh? You cozy up just because someone drives a fancy car, and you still deny it? You’re not even a doctor, what are you showing off for?”

She then warned the driver: “Don’t trust her. This woman just wants to ride on your coattails because of your fancy car. Saving lives is what matters. I know where the hospital is—I’ll take you there!”

Zhang Qiao thought: Who’s the real attention seeker here?

“Fine…”

The driver replied with a simple “okay,” and the situation suddenly took a sharp turn.

The little girl in the man’s arms clenched her teeth and stiffened, her convulsions worsening.

The man panicked. “Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, be good! Listen to Daddy and release your teeth!”

But no matter how he tried to pry her mouth open, she wouldn’t let go.

Frustrated, he turned to Zhang Qiao anxiously. “Miss, you were right. My daughter did cry all the way before the episode. You said… what did you call it? Some kind of poisoning?”

“Respiratory alkalosis.”

Without another word, Zhang Qiao stepped forward and placed the torn plastic bag over the girl’s head. The driver and Wang Yan tried to stop her, but the man commanded: “Let her try! Saving a life comes first!”

“Sir, but—”

The driver wanted to protest, but under the man’s intimidating gaze, he swallowed his words, though he still watched Zhang Qiao tensely. “Miss, you better know what you’re doing. If you mess up my daughter’s condition, you’ll be the one to answer for it!”

Wang Yan also fell silent, sitting back as if waiting to see Zhang Qiao fail spectacularly.

Zhang Qiao comforted the girl, whose name was Xiaoxiao, while thinking to herself.

Director Zhou?

Which Director Zhou? Could this be Zhou Junlin, the economist who later became famous in the country?

Zhang Qiao’s almond-shaped eyes scanned the man in the car again. She kept her tone soft and gentle, coaxing Xiaoxiao to breathe slowly.

Her beauty and gentle manner seemed to inspire an instinctive trust. The little girl cooperated fully.

Zhang Qiao then explained to Director Zhou: “Respiratory alkalosis occurs when a child over-breathes during prolonged crying, reducing carbon dioxide levels in the blood. Symptoms include rapid breathing, numbness in the hands, and restlessness. What I’m doing now is reducing the amount of air she inhales. Don’t worry, it’s a minor issue—it will pass soon.”

A minor issue?

Wang Yan scoffed contemptuously. She thought to herself, This fox spirit is full of fancy words—quite the act! No wonder Lin Tianyue fell for her back then.

Gradually, with Zhang Qiao’s explanation and patient comfort, the girl’s previously bluish-purple face returned to normal, and her rapid breathing slowed.

After another ten minutes, all of Xiaoxiao’s symptoms were gone; she looked perfectly normal.

The bystanders, who had been nervously watching, couldn’t help but sigh in astonishment.

“The little girl’s quite capable for her age!”

“Saving a life is greater than building a seven-tiered pagoda. She’s kind—earning merit for her unborn child—not like those shameless ones…”

“Exactly. She’s clearly saving someone, but Wang Yan insists she’s just after money. Everyone on this street knows Wang Yan has the darkest heart in business—charging a whole yuan for a broom!”

For a moment, everyone clamored to praise Zhang Qiao and demean Wang Yan.

Wang Yan didn’t get the scene she wanted. Her delicate face twisted in anger.

“Why are you all ganging up on me? She just got lucky this time. Who knows what she’s planning? Her man is nearly bankrupt, yet she buys food and shows off her charity. I just couldn’t stand it, so I said a few words. She’s clearly thoughtless!”

Zhang Qiao remained calm. “Wang Yan, thank you for worrying about my Tianyue. But I know my man. Tianyue acts properly, follows the law, and never wronged me. I trust he can handle things, just as he trusts me. As for our family, there’s no room for doubt. Honestly, you’re so worried about Tianyue, but it didn’t stop you from making money these past few days. I almost thought you’d go to the county committee to plead for him!”

“You…”

“But fortunately, you didn’t. Otherwise, as an unmarried young woman meddling in my man’s affairs, it would’ve been messy.”

Wang Yan was once again left speechless, staring at Zhang Qiao in shock. She wondered how Zhang Qiao suddenly became so sharp-tongued. Previously, a small prod from her was enough to get Zhang Qiao into a fight with Lin Tianyue.

Today, however, Wang Yan was increasingly flustered. “Who said I didn’t care about Brother Yue? When he was arrested, I was the one who informed Chen Gang and the others. But you, you fox spirit—what did you do for him? Flirting all day… If it weren’t for your ex Wang Mingqing’s sabotage, would Brother Yue have suffered like that?”

Zhang Qiao: “Oh, so you really do care about my man!”

“Don’t slander me! I… I just can’t stand it!”

“Wang Mingqing is arrogant and abuses his power. Everyone can’t stand him, not just you. Wang Yan, thank you for caring about my Tianyue. I trust the authorities will act fairly—Tianyue will be fine.”

“Heh… nice words… But can you honestly say Brother Yue isn’t your fault?”

“Tianyue was fine to begin with. Fault? Let’s just see who’s right—your words or mine.”

Wang Yan pressed her lips tightly, glaring at Zhang Qiao, and stomped her foot in anger. “Zhang Qiao, sooner or later, you’ll be the one to ruin Brother Yue!”

After Wang Yan left, Zhang Qiao noticed someone tugging at her sleeve. Looking down, it was Xiaoxiao, the girl she had just saved.