Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1058 - 1033: Acting
Previously on Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group...
“Hello, everyone!”
“Welcome to the premier reality program ‘Observation Room of Human Nature,’ brought to you by the Jialebao Group!”
“I’m your host for today, Xiao Feifei.”
“The dilemma of whether to assist or rescue a fallen elderly individual has long been a hot topic in society. In this episode, however, we’re testing reactions to a stunning woman instead. She serves as our special guest to explore human nature through this experiment.”
“Now, before we dive in, let’s chat with the campus beauty, Su Wan’er.”
“Wan’er, do you believe anyone would come to your aid if you collapsed on the street?”
“Absolutely, I’m convinced that good-hearted people still outnumber the rest in this world.”
As Su Wan’er appeared on the screen, viewers erupted in excitement.
“Wow, the production team pulled this off—such a gorgeous lady collapsing? I’d rush to help without a second thought.”
“True, rescuing a beauty in trouble has been my ultimate fantasy.”
“No point in tuning in; obviously, tons of guys will scramble to play the hero.”
The show kicked off.
All crew personnel stayed out of sight.
The camera operator blended in as an ordinary walker.
Dressed in athletic gear, Su Wan’er jogged through the park.
Abruptly, she appeared distressed and tumbled down.
Her fall instantly turned the serene park into a frenzy.
“Oh dear, someone’s down!”
Folks quickly gathered nearby.
The cameraman concealed himself in the throng, recording the bystanders’ responses.
A large crowd assembled to observe, but they merely buzzed with talk and speculation.
“What’s up with this young lady? Heart issue perhaps?”
“Possibly. Has anybody dialed the cops?”
Right then, a team member urgently announced, “I’ve already phoned 120, though traffic jams might cause a hold-up.”
“Now what? Anyone here a doctor?”
Plenty of spectators were present, yet nobody ventured near her.
In scenarios like this, steering clear of complications seemed wisest.
Suppose the woman’s condition deteriorated and fault fell on you—what then?
The live viewers felt a sharp sting of disappointment.
“Holy crap, nobody’s stepping up to save her.”
“Sigh, this really shows how morals are crumbling.”
“See those folks? Keeping their distance like she’s got something contagious.”
“Spot on—no one even bothered to inquire, it’s utterly depressing.”
“And the worst? Some are snapping videos; that’s downright disgusting.”
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Discussions ignited among the online audience.
“Whatever happened to the hero saving the beauty trope?”
“In today’s world, guys might jump into bed with a stunner, but actually helping one? Forget it.”
“Males are such pretentious fakes, completely undependable.”
“Check out these losers—just staring, zero effort to assist.”
Certain female online users launched into attacks on men.
At that point, a striking young fellow entered the park.
He noticed the cluster of people ahead.
Curiosity drew him over.
It was a lovely woman who had passed out.
And Ye Chen recognized this beauty—she was Su Wan’er, the high school campus queen.
Su Wan’er had been Ye Chen’s crush, though back in school, he could only dream about her from afar.
Everyone at school knew Su Wan’er wasn’t just stunning; her family was influential too, with her dad heading a publicly traded firm.
Post-graduation, Ye Chen learned she’d enrolled in a prestigious film school.
Su Wan’er lay there on the ground, as captivating as ever from their school days.
Her form-fitting workout clothes accentuated her flawless physique.
In that instant, Ye Chen yearned to examine Su Wan’er, but an elderly gentleman blocked his path.
“Lad, best to stay back—you don’t know her ailment. What if trouble arises and her kin holds you accountable?”
Ye Chen glanced at the woman and instantly realized Su Wan’er was feigning her collapse.
Given that Su Wan’er was acting ill, he figured it was fine.
By this time, viewers had witnessed Ye Chen’s attempt to assist, only to be deterred by the elder.
“Sigh, at last a potential helper appears, yet he gets talked out of it.”
“I hoped humanity still held some warmth, but apparently not.”
“Doubt that young man will proceed; who’d risk such hassle anyway?”
This time around, Ye Chen approached the fallen woman.
With little hesitation, he declared swiftly, “Folks, make way please—the lady requires CPR right now.”
“Hold on, kid, are you certain you know how to handle this?”
“Right, medical issues demand caution.”
“We should just hold out for the paramedics.”
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The onlookers eyed Ye Chen skeptically, deeming him untrustworthy, and voiced their doubts.
The senior citizen scowled too, “Son, I suggest you back off. Success in aiding her is one thing, but if your mishandling aggravates her state, could you handle the fallout?”
Ye Chen replied firmly, “Waiting on the ambulance is a different matter entirely. Everyone, clear some room for better airflow—I’m ready to begin her treatment.”
Since the attractive woman was merely playacting her sickness, why not play along?
Forcing his way through the group, Ye Chen reached her side and knelt down.
Even back then, Ye Chen had his eye on Su Wan’er.
As the school beauty, she fueled the secret crushes of countless guys, Ye Chen among them.
Yet Su Wan’er shone too brightly; like his peers, Ye Chen could only gaze in admiration from a distance.
Encountering the campus beauty so intimately today, Ye Chen couldn’t suppress a breath of awe—Su Wan’er was truly breathtaking.
Her refined features resembled a masterfully sculpted artwork, without a single imperfection.
After a brief assessment, Ye Chen announced loudly on purpose, “Looks like this calls for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”
Ye Chen figured that would startle her into ending the pretense.
To his surprise, though, she continued her fake faint.
So committed to the role?
Fine then, you asked for it.
Ye Chen replicated the CPR technique he’d viewed on television, diligently commencing the chest compressions.
He placed his palms together, applying pressure to Su Wan’er’s chest area.
At this juncture, the watchers in Brother Ma’s live broadcast froze in shock.
“Is this dude genuinely trying to revive her? It almost seems like he’s groping her.”
“Your mind’s in the gutter—I know first aid, and his technique is spot-on; that’s proper CPR.”
“Never realized giving CPR to a beauty could be so exhilarating; I’m envious as hell.”
“Director, tell me the location—I’m heading there now.”
“I’ve got pro training, nursing level eight—step aside and let me handle her.”
“Why is it that whenever I spot someone collapsed, they’re ugly, but for everyone else, it’s always a knockout?”
“Streamer, I’m convinced you’re just flirting with her.”
Ye Chen had assumed the compressions would rouse her.
Shockingly, she persisted in her sham unconsciousness.
Damn, are you pushing me to the last resort?
Ye Chen intentionally remarked, “Oh dear, the chest presses aren’t effective—it’s time for mouth-to-mouth.”
What caught Ye Chen off guard was Su Wan’er still maintaining her act.
Ye Chen found himself momentarily stumped.
He’d believed the final technique would snap her out of it, yet she kept up the sleep charade.
With no other option, Ye Chen uttered, “Should I proceed with the mouth-to-mouth?”
The woman remained unresponsive.
Ye Chen’s irritation boiled over.
You really think I won’t go through with it?