The commotion here was so great that most Chinese people love to watch the excitement, especially in such a boring place as a train. It was like a virtual melon seed market, and a group of people came as soon as they smelled it. Now the carriage was already full of people.

If it weren't for the two train police officers blocking her way, Yang Qingheng wouldn't even have had room to turn around.

She pursed her lips helplessly and beckoned to the middle-aged man: "Want to apologize? No problem, come a little closer and I'll bow to you."

"You should have just given in earlier. I let you off the hook because you're a woman. Otherwise, do you think this matter would have ended so quickly?" He straightened his collar and walked over with his chin raised.

A cryptic smile flashed in Yang Qingheng's eyes. She gathered her strength in her feet and unleashed a powerful flying kick.

"ah!"

A piercing scream erupted from inside the carriage. A middle-aged man, clutching his groin, was seen writhing frantically on the floor, his face deathly pale.

The two train police officers felt a chill run down their spines and a cold shiver run down their groins. They looked at Yang Qingheng with horror, as if they had seen a ghost. For a moment, they just stood there dumbfounded, forgetting to step forward and stop her.

Yang Qingheng elegantly pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, picked up the two wallets that had fallen from the man's crotch with a look of disgust, and glanced indifferently at the two people who were standing there dumbfounded: "What are you standing there for? Catch the thief."

The two train police officers snapped out of their daze and rushed forward to pin the wailing man to the ground: "So you dare to do evil right under our noses!"

Hiding stolen goods in such a place is disgusting!

If it weren't for this quick-witted girl, they would have really misunderstood him today.

A burst of loud applause suddenly erupted inside the private room.

The aunt holding the child next to her watched with great interest, gave Yang Qingheng a thumbs up, and said in heavily accented Mandarin: "I've never seen such a strong girl like you before. You're so strong, I'm afraid I'd be beaten up by you."

That old man was cunning and tall; if she were to encounter something like that, she would consider herself unlucky.

This girl is truly fearless and naive.

"Sister, you must be from the capital. Are people from your area all this capable?" A young woman next to her blushed and secretly looked up at her with her bright eyes.

Yang Qingheng felt a little embarrassed by the two people's praise. She coughed and said modestly, "It's not that I'm particularly brave. I just feel that there are so many kind-hearted older brothers and sisters in the carriage. I can't let him bully me no matter what."

Material life wasn't abundant in those days, but spiritual life was truly top-notch. If you lost your bag on the street, just call out and many people would help you. Besides, there were railway police officers ahead of her; otherwise, she wouldn't have been foolish enough to confront them head-on.

These words made the older women and men who had wanted to stand up for her feel pleased with themselves.

This girl looks fierce, and she's also loyal.

The others who had been watching the spectacle with indifference seemed to have been stung, and they all awkwardly turned their heads away, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Yang Qingheng remembered that she was still holding someone else's wallet, so she quickly handed it to Qi Lian: "Your wallet."

Qi Lian pursed his lips, glanced indifferently at the wallet in her hand, but did not take it.

Seeing this, the attendant next to her quickly reached out and took it, bowing slightly to Yang Qingheng: "Thank you, comrade."

What breed is it? It's so aloof.

Yang Qingheng's lips twitched. She grabbed the lunchbox and strode back to her private room, only to find a puddle of liquid on her bed. There were also two seven- or eight-year-old children on the bed, their greenish snot dripping onto her bed.

The middle-aged woman who had taken off the shelf smiled awkwardly when she saw her return, and called out to the two children on the bed, "Jianjun, Zhaodi, get down, don't go to someone else's bed."

"Where I go is none of your business, you good-for-nothing! Shut your filthy mouth!" The boy retorted, deliberately jumping on the bed twice and making a face at Yang Qingheng.

She's obviously the devil in the house.

Yang Qingheng's expression changed. She slammed the lunchbox on the table and looked at the woman next to her: "This is my bed. This is not appropriate for you."

"I'll have them come down right now," the woman said with a forced smile.

"Get off? The bed is all dirty, how am I supposed to rest? Your child climbed onto my bed, you have to pay me back and buy me a new one." Yang Qingheng looked at the messy mattress on the bed and almost threw up.

If there's still snot on the bed...

She shuddered, unable to believe it.

The woman's face fell when she heard about money. She looked at her with a puzzled expression, unable to understand: "They're still children. Why are you, a grown woman, arguing with children?"

"I don't hold grudges against children, so I'm holding grudges against you now. This was made dirty by your child, so naturally you should compensate for it," Yang Qingheng said coldly.

It's not that she's short of that little bit of money, but she'd rather throw it away than let that kind of trash benefit from it.

The woman burst into tears, sat down on the ground, and pointed at Yang Qingheng's nose, yelling, "I don't want to live anymore! I've never seen such an unreasonable person! My child has never been on a train before; he was just curious and went to look at her bed, and she's demanding compensation from us! She's trying to drive me to my death..."

The burly man next to her suddenly stood up, towering over her like a wall, blocking Yang Qingheng's path: "You're bullying my wife, aren't you? You don't respect me, do you?"

It turns out the people in the next bed are from the same family.

Yang Qingheng almost laughed out of anger. There are so many good people, but also quite a few bad ones. This family has gathered all sorts of awful characters.

Instead of arguing with them, I simply called a flight attendant.

The newcomer was a middle-aged woman. She glanced at the scene and quickly helped her drag her luggage in another direction: "I'm so sorry, comrade, we'll change you to another private room first."

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