No one would know that Shi Jinzhe and she had just helped this busload of people, or the next busload, avoid a fatal disaster.

But among these survivors, someone deliberately took his seat. Shekh was unhappy, annoyed, and started to dislike humans.

"Why does your face look so tired? Come on, smile."

Shi Jinzhe pinched her face and manually made Shehe smile.

Sher shifted his gaze, glancing at the middle-aged woman with a self-satisfied expression. Shi Jinzhe had just gone back to get his things, and he hadn't seen them react.

You can sit down, but why must you be blind, deaf, and mute?

She admitted, "I'm unhappy."

"Don't be upset. I just don't want to waste my energy talking to people I don't know. Anyway, I'm not sitting here. Pregnancy is hard, so let her sit here if she's a pregnant woman."

Shi Jinzhe fed her another piece of pastry, speaking in a low voice, "Remember, stay away from the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. Think about how you sometimes relax your standards for dealing with young children, let alone others. Reason and emotion don't always coexist. There are many people who are generous to others. If I argue with an eight-month pregnant woman, I will only be the one who suffers."

"Then what if I argue?"

"They might lose even more than I did."

The implication that time was running out but the matter remained unresolved left Shekh speechless. She muttered, "Humans are so annoying."

"It's a good thing I'm not, so you won't get annoyed with me."

Shekh wore a look of utter frustration on his face; he'd never heard anyone so eager to criticize him.

The middle-aged woman in the next seat leaned back in her chair, muttering to herself incessantly.

She patted the pregnant woman's shoulder triumphantly, "See? I told you we didn't need to buy good seats. Why waste money? A business class seat costs 2,700 yuan, and a second class seat only costs 800 yuan. If you weren't pregnant, we could have taken other trains for only 300 yuan."

Her voice wasn't low; it could be heard by people in the rows in front and behind. A woman in business attire in the back row spoke up, "If you're taking someone else's seat, be more discreet. Before you came, this carriage was perfect for me to catch up on sleep."

The resentment of someone working overtime is palpable; her eye bags and dark circles are filled with grievances.

The middle-aged woman pursed her lips, took out her phone, and quietly played a video aloud.

The pregnant woman lowered her head, her peripheral vision first falling on Shekh's ring finger, then moving down to the shoes that were peeking out from under her skirt.

The satin high heels from Manolo Blahnik were a classic style she had always wanted.

It's so pretty, so sparkly. I wonder if the crystals on it will fall off? If they were her shoes, I'd be heartbroken if they did.

As she watched, a tear fell. She didn't know why she was crying, but she suddenly felt very sad and couldn't stop herself from crying.

The moment the pregnant woman started crying, the middle-aged woman became furious. She pointed at the woman in business attire who had just been rude and yelled at her, saying things like, "You scared her daughter to tears. What if something happens to the child? Can you afford to pay for it?"

"So it's your daughter. I thought you were the legendary wicked mother-in-law."

"How can you talk like that? You're a woman too, don't you know how hard it is to get pregnant? How can you have no sympathy at all?"

"I don't know, I've never been pregnant, you can shut up now."

The woman was displeased with these words and let out a loud waile, which startled the young man in black who had just recovered.

Sher immediately slowed down his chewing pace, took a deep breath, and after only half a second of consideration, walked back.

"Please give me back my seats, I'd like to find somewhere else to sit."

The middle-aged woman got carried away with the argument and turned around to start a fight, "What's wrong with sitting down? You're a grown man and you can't even help with this little thing? Do you know how hard it is to carry a child for ten months? You don't understand how to be considerate of women. Just because you have money doesn't mean you can be so great. Not letting me sit down is just you looking down on me because I'm poor."

The topic took an unexpected turn, leaving the onlookers confused. Who brought up money? How did it veer off-topic to whether or not one has money?

The middle-aged woman continued to berate, "Everyone comes from a woman's womb, and you're all so cold-blooded. My daughter is pregnant, it's so hard for her, she can't eat anything, she vomits all day and all night..."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Shi Jinzhe calmly interrupted her, "I have a wife. Her pregnancy has nothing to do with me. Whether I'm poor or not, even if a beggar stood in front of me, I would look down on you. Get up."

The woman's voice rose another notch, "Hey, how come you..."

"Is her husband dead?"

Shekh remained silent until he made a stunning statement, leaving the middle-aged woman speechless with his question, "Is he dead?"

Her arrogance vanished instantly, and after stammering for a long time, she couldn't come up with a coherent answer.

Shekh waited intentionally for half a minute, but when he didn't get an answer, he added, "My condolences."

The pregnant woman, snapping out of her inexplicable sadness, asked in a daze, "What happened?"

The woman in business attire was buzzing with confusion. "They're asking you to get up."

"I..." The pregnant woman looked around at the people, "We should be arriving at our stop soon, could I..."

"Apart from my seat, you can sit wherever anyone in this carriage is willing to give up their seat for you."

With a wave of his hand, he shifted the blame onto others.

The listless young man in black was so disturbed by the noise that he felt dizzy and nauseous. He immediately called the train police, saying, "Get out of here, get out of here. If you don't leave, I'm afraid I'll die here."

He truly felt a sense of impending death; the startling noises were a great psychological torment for him.

Faced with the tall and burly train police officer, the woman swallowed her anger and left the carriage. The mother and daughter walked to the back of the carriage, but no one among the seated passengers offered them a seat.

The carriage finally quieted down, and then everyone squeezed back in.

The woman in business attire sitting diagonally behind them was quietly sending a voice message on her phone: "Although people talk badly about her behind her back, I think this pregnant woman is probably not married, or her relationship isn't very legitimate."

If a middle-aged woman were to die or get divorced, she would directly play the victim, saying that they were bullying a widow and her children. The fact that she was speechless at the question "Is he dead?" is because she simply couldn't bring herself to say it.

Why can't I say it? Because it's shameful.

Sher heard this, took a sip of warm water, and said to Shi Jinzhe, "Both men and women have reasons to curse, let her say whatever she wants."

"Because these traits are present in both men and women and do not belong to any particular gender, they can be used for area attacks."

Shi Jinzhe thought to himself, "This year is unlucky; I feel that today is not a good day to go out."

"They've already left."

Shekh glanced at the time; they would arrive in a little over an hour.

The train arrived at 8 PM, three hours late.

Before leaving the station, Shekh said regretfully, "We should have our own high-speed rail."

Such an obvious hint. Shi Jinzhe blinked. "I'll try my best."