After the bully mother and son took my seat, I taught them a lesson

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After the bully mother and son took my seat, I taught them a lesson

NovelMaster Completed
浪漫-Romance现实主义-Realistic

After three years of not visiting my parents, I finally managed to snag a train ticket right before Christmas. Once I got on board, I found a kid jumping on my seat with his shoes on. I walked up to him and told him to move, but not a single parent nearby claimed him. Just as I was about to gently lift the kid off, a sharp voice cut through the air. “He’s younger than you, he’s just a child! Are you seriously going to argue with a kid? Have some shame!” I swallowed my anger, taking a deep breath. When the brat’s mom refused to budge, I finally spoke, slowly. “I’m younger than you too. I’m just a kid myself. Why don’t *you* just suck it up?” 1. “Excuse me, this is my seat. Could you please have your child move?” Looking at the kid bouncing on my seat, I triple-checked my ticket just to make sure I wasn’t on the wrong train or in the wrong place. Work had been insane, and I hadn’t been home for the holidays in three years. This year, I finally got a ticket, and I was all smiles, chatting with Mom and Dad on the phone before boarding. But that smile didn't last ten minutes before it was wiped clean off my face. I glanced around, but no one seemed to claim the kid. “Hey! Who are you? What do you think you’re doing touching my kid?!” I was just about to grab the kid’s arm, but my hand froze mid-air. I looked at the woman sitting right behind my seat. Just a moment ago, when I’d asked around, she’d been loudly munching on chips without a care in the world. Now, suddenly, she was a fiercely protective mama bear. The kid in the seat showed no sign of fear. Instead, his eyes darted around, fast and calculating. I’m not usually judgmental, but he didn’t look like an innocent child at all. His eyes screamed ‘trouble,’ like he was already plotting something evil. Being able to go home for Christmas had put me in a great mood. I just pointed at the kid’s mother, not wanting to argue any further. But she wasn't having it. “What kind of girl are you? You look so young, yet you’re trying to hit my son!” “He’s just a kid, he doesn’t know any better! Besides, it’s not *your* seat, is it? When you take public transport, you can’t be so picky!” Hearing that, I sized her up. “Oh, so your son gets to act like that because he’s young? Sounds like he’s pretty wild and untamed.” It took her a moment to catch my meaning. She started flailing her arms, ready to grab me, just as the conductor came by to check tickets. She huffed and grudgingly sat down, shooting me a dirty look. Someone glaring at me isn't going to make me lose a piece of myself. Years of corporate life had forged in me an incredible capacity for patience. My home is across the country from where I work. By plane, I could be home in two hours, but of course, I couldn't get a ticket. This train ride would take me an entire day to get home. I’d barely been seated for ten minutes when my seatback started vibrating like it had an angry massage chair built into it. Kick after kick, with an incredibly strong rhythm. I gritted my teeth, turned around, and tried to talk to the woman. “Can you please control your child? He’s constantly kicking my seatback, can’t you see that?” The woman looked up, gave me a quick glance, then went back to filming her kid on her phone. “Aww, Jaxie’s such a good boy! So full of energy!” “It’s all thanks to the energy boost supplements Jaxie’s been taking! Otherwise, where would he get all that strength?!” Cheered on by his mom’s praise, Jax kicked even harder, full of vigor. He was having a blast, but I was the one suffering. “Are you going to control him or not?! If you can’t, then don’t bring him out in public!” With that, I reached out and firmly grabbed the kid’s raised leg. That finally got his mom to stop pretending to be deaf. 2. “Honestly, I have to say, you young girls have zero tolerance these days, don’t you?” “Kids who move a lot are healthy. You just don’t understand a mother’s good intentions.” “And besides, he’s so small. What’s the big deal if he kicks a few times?” I looked at Jax, sitting on the seat, his neck stiff as he glared back at me. Calling him a little Michelin Man wouldn’t be an exaggeration. “You’re saying it’s no big deal if your little Michelin Man kicks a few times? Then why don’t you let him kick *you*?!” As soon as that came out, some people sitting nearby couldn’t hold back their laughter. Jax’s mom, hearing her pride and joy insulted, finally snapped. “You have such a vicious mouth for someone so young! This is called a robust build, don’t you know?!” Whether he had a ‘robust build’ or not, I didn’t care to explore. Right now, this whole family just seemed… off. Especially when I heard her next line: “He’s just a child, you’re an adult, don’t stoop to his level. It’s so undignified.” “If you can’t sit there, just move.” My fists clenched. I decided the most idiotic people in the world weren’t my bosses anymore; it was these two. With this mother-son duo behind me, no one wanted to switch to my seat. I pulled out $200 in cash. The person behind her went from unwilling to swiftly moving themselves and their luggage. Jax’s mom continued to record her precious Jax on her phone, the camera briefly sweeping past my face. This time, her words were clearly aimed at me. I adjusted my posture, then started kicking hard. Before I even got to the third kick, she couldn’t take it anymore. She put her hand on the seatback and stood up, looking at me. “Are you crazy?! Don’t you know there’s someone in front of you?! What are you kicking for?!” I looked up at her, but my leg didn’t stop. “Oh, Ma’am, you look older than me. Why are you being so mean to *me*?” “Compared to you, I’m just a kid. Don’t argue with me.” After saying that, I extended my leg to her son’s seat as well, kicking both seats rhythmically and forcefully. Soon, Jax’s cries filled the air. Brenda had no time to scold me; she turned to comfort her precious Jax. The conductor heard the noise and came over. Seeing it was us two again, he frowned. After learning what happened, the conductor warned Brenda, and that’s when I learned her name. With the warning, Brenda, however unwilling, quieted down with Jax in her arms. 3. Since the journey was long, I took out the instant noodles I’d prepared. When I came back after preparing my noodles, I found the contents of my backpack scattered everywhere. Suppressing my anger, I scanned the area. The guy next to me subtly gestured for me to look ahead. Jax was holding a snack and eating it, while Brenda was still on her crappy phone, documenting their wonderful life. My backpack was full of snacks, so I’d just placed it on the luggage rack. Who would have thought that while I was just making noodles, someone would go through my bag? “You two went through my bag, didn’t you?” Jax shoved the small, freshly opened bread in his hand into his mouth in two bites. I watched as he almost choked, his eyes rolling back. Brenda blew up first: “What are you talking about?! Who would bother going through your bag?! Don’t you dare falsely accuse good people!” As she spoke, she kicked some trash on the floor further forward. I suddenly laughed out loud and leaned closer to her little Michelin Man. “Let me tell you a story, little boy.” “Once upon a time, there was a kid who always stole other people’s food. And one day, guess what happened?” Jax looked at me curiously. “That kid died! He died a horrible, horrible death. His stomach burst open, and his intestines spilled out everywhere!” *WAAAH!* Jax started screaming again, crying and clinging to Brenda. He kept yelling that he was going to die, and no matter how Brenda tried to soothe him, he wouldn’t calm down. When the conductor came for the third time, he had no smile on his face. I quickly sat back down. “She scared my child!” Meeting the conductor’s gaze, I picked up my bag. “I haven’t even called the police yet. My bag was rummaged through, and all I did was tell her child a story.” Everyone around us was craning their necks to watch the drama. We were both escorted to the police compartment on the train. Brenda immediately started yelling, accusing me loudly and demanding justice from the transit police. “You’re just bullying a struggling single mom and her kid! She’s been targeting me since we got on the train! Now she’s slandering my child, saying he stole her things!” I raised an eyebrow. “When did I say your child took anything? Aren’t you confessing without being asked?” Jax still looked dazed, making me wonder if there was something actually wrong with the kid. Lost items on a train weren't just a simple disagreement, so the transit police took it more seriously. I rummaged through my backpack. “Some snacks are missing, and $500 cash is gone too.” “$500 is enough to press charges, isn’t it?” I looked at Brenda’s changing expression and gave a slight smile. “I’m not great with the law, so I’m not sure how long the sentence would be, but I guess you won’t be celebrating Christmas.” The officers conferred for a moment and asked if I wanted to file a report. I pretended to think, looking at Brenda. “Well, it’s not out of the question. No one touched my bag besides me. I think fingerprint analysis would easily catch the thief.” “Wait a minute!” All of us turned our attention to Brenda. “Jax went through your bag, but we didn’t see any money in there!” “My kid is just little, he saw you taking snacks out of your bag and wanted some! Who knew you’d be so stingy?!” “How much can one child even eat?” I looked at the officers. “Oh, I suddenly remembered, the cash was in my coat pocket. But I can still claim compensation for my snacks, right?” The officer nodded. Brenda, hearing it was just snack money, looked scornful. “It’s just a few snacks, why are you so picky? Give me your PayPal, I’ll transfer you $50, that should be more than enough!” “It’s $500 in total.” Brenda’s hand froze, then she roared, “Are you crazy?! He only took a few things! How is it $500?!” I pulled a receipt from my pocket. “They’re all imported snacks. Check for yourself. It’s $500, if not more. Otherwise, I’ll call the police.” When I returned to my seat, Brenda looked like a deflated balloon. I looked at the fresh $500 on my phone, secretly pleased. Although dealing with that mother and son was torturous, I considered it a profit. Those snacks were manufactured by my company for overseas markets. As an employee, I got them for free. The receipt, however, reflected the normal market price. The rest of the journey was smooth. Jax, perhaps tired from playing, quieted down and didn’t cause any more trouble. It was still eight hours until I got home, and my back and legs ached from sitting in the hard seat. Hearing that two sleeper berths had opened up, I quickly grabbed my luggage and went to find the conductor. It wasn't until I lay down on the bed that I felt my back and legs come alive again. Even better, I was far away from those two. 4. The further north the train went, the more people got off. Eventually, I was the only one left in my compartment. I had been working overtime until late last night to get home, and my eyelids were already heavy. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I vaguely heard a commotion outside. I rolled over, not thinking much of it. With so many people on the train, arguments were bound to happen. After all, I had just argued with a mother and son myself. The commotion grew closer, and the voices became increasingly familiar. “Come on, Jaxie, stick with Mommy. Don’t mind them. She just got her skirt accidentally lifted, what a sensitive little thing.” The voices conveniently stopped right outside my compartment door. I opened the door, and Brenda and I stared each other down. Seriously, why did this woman feel like a bad penny that just wouldn’t go away?

Chapters (3)

第1章

I couldn't snag a regular flight back home for the holiday, so I had no choice but to book first class. The moment I found my seat, I saw a brat bouncing all over it. I patiently smiled and said, "Hey there, little one, this is my seat. Where's yours?" He made a face at me. "It's mine now! You old hag!" I grabbed his collar, intending to lift him off the seat. Just then, a shrill female voice shrieked from behind me, "What are you doing? Let go of my son!" I released him, keeping my voice as gentle as possible. "Please, control your child. This is my seat." Her volume abruptly escalated. "He's just a child! Can't you, an adult, just let it go?" "You're all dressed up and look decent enough, but you have no compassion!" Her twisted version of the truth made me laugh, but it was a cold, angry laugh. "If you're so compassionate, why couldn't you afford a first-class ticket for your child?" Seeing that I wouldn't give up the seat, the brat's mother pointed a finger at me, lecturing: "Even my son knows about respecting elders and caring for the young, but you? You're arguing with a child over a seat." "What's a selfish person like you doing in first class? You're an insult to the other passengers here!" I was about to call a flight attendant. But she pressed the call button first, then imperiously waved at the chief flight attendant who rushed over. "Chief Flight Attendant, I want to file a complaint! How can your airline let just anyone into first class?" "This woman, she not only snatched my son's seat, she assaulted him! I demand you kick her off this plane immediately!" Mrs. Davies, the chief flight attendant, maintained a professional smile, but a hint of impatience flickered in her eyes. "Ladies, the plane is about to begin its takeoff procedures. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts." "We can discuss any issues once we're airborne and stable, alright?" I was about to nod and sit down, but the woman behind me beat me to it. She shoved her son into my seat and buckled him in. "Discuss? There's nothing to discuss! She's an adult, and she attacked my son over a seat, scaring him! This isn't over!" I was almost laughing again at her shamelessness. "When did I attack anyone? I didn't even touch a single hair on his head from start to finish, the surveillance cameras can prove it!" "And this is *my* seat! I paid for it!" I turned to Mrs. Davies, forcing down my anger. "Chief Flight Attendant, this is my seat. Please make her and her child leave." Mrs. Davies just opened her mouth to speak, "Ma'am..." But the woman raised a hand, signaling Mrs. Davies to shut up, then yelled at me: "You have the nerve to say that! Didn't your family teach you any manners? Do you even know how to write 'respecting elders and caring for the young'?" "My son is only four years old! Can't you show a little class and just give up the seat? What's the big deal?" All eyes in the cabin turned to me, filled with scrutiny and blame. I couldn't be bothered to argue with her any longer. I directly pulled out my ID and boarding pass from my bag and showed them to Mrs. Davies. "Excuse me, but I paid twelve thousand dollars for this first-class ticket. My name is clearly written in black and white on the ticket." "I paid for this service, so why should I give it to an ill-mannered brat?" "I could absolutely file a complaint against you. Why aren't you verifying boarding passes before letting just anyone come in and take seats? This is a serious lapse in your work!" Mrs. Davies's face went completely ashen. She knew the seriousness of the situation. She quickly turned to the woman, offering a placating smile. "Ma'am, I'm truly sorry." "How about you take your child back to your own seat for now? The plane is about to take off, and safety comes first." The woman scoffed, pulled out her phone, opened her electronic ticket, and shoved it right in Mrs. Davies's face. "Look closely! This seat, 1A, whose name is on it?!" "My husband bought this ticket for me, how could it be wrong? I was giving you a chance to back down gracefully, but you chose to make a fool of yourself!" Mrs. Davies stared at it, and her face grew even stranger. My heart sank, and I immediately pulled out my own phone, opening my booking app. However, the moment I saw the electronic ticket information, I froze. Under seat number 1A, a completely unfamiliar name was displayed — Tiffany Gao. But I had definitely used my own account, my own card, and paid a solid twelve thousand dollars! What in the world was going on?!

第2章

"Please, check the airline's backend system again." I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, and handed my phone to the bewildered chief flight attendant. Mrs. Davies took the phone, then looked at Tiffany's ticket, her face etched with difficulty. She contacted ground staff via internal comms. A few seconds later, she looked up, her gaze complex. "Ma'am, the system indeed shows Ms. Tiffany's name." Tiffany let out a harsh, triumphant cackle, looking at me smugly. "Shocked, aren't you? Let me tell you, this is an employee family ticket my husband got for me!" "My husband is the captain of this very flight, Julian Gu!" "I was being nice earlier, not wanting to expose you for occupying the seat, but now you're digging your own grave, and I'm more than happy to help you finish." She deliberately raised her voice, ensuring everyone in first class could hear. My entire world imploded. Julian Gu... wasn't he my husband of five years? And who was this arrogant woman in front of me? The moment Mrs. Davies heard the captain's name, her attitude did a complete 180. She handed my phone back, offering a polite smile. "Ma'am, please return to economy class. Let's not delay our normal takeoff, alright?" My mind was a chaotic mess; I couldn't calm down at all. "I won't go to economy class." "I paid for first class. My payment records can prove this ticket is mine." Tiffany looked like she'd heard the funniest joke in the world. She crossed her arms, scrutinizing me from head to toe. "Oh, so you're making fake tickets just to sit in first class?" "Technology is so advanced these days, it's easy to doctor a photo, right? I'd say you're quite young, but your vanity is just… wow." "Is there no one at home? Can't even afford a first-class ticket, so you resort to such shady tactics?" The surrounding passengers immediately began whispering, pointing fingers at me. "Oh my god, faking a ticket? That's incredibly brazen!" "And grabbing a child's seat too, how embarrassing. Does she think kids are easy targets?" "Now she's really bit off more than she could chew, the husband's a captain! Let's see how she gets out of this one!" Seeing their reaction, Tiffany grew even more smug. She lifted a hand to brush her hair back, and a necklace around her neck flashed before my eyes. My pupils abruptly constricted. That necklace. I found it in the pocket of Julian's jacket, hanging in his closet, the day before my business trip. At the time, I thought it was his five-year wedding anniversary gift for me. My heart had been so sweet for so long, thinking I'd finish my trip early and come back to surprise him. Turns out, the surprise had already been given to someone else. And I, like a fool, had been played for a fool the entire time. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. "Chief Flight Attendant, I'm asking you one last time, can you really not resolve this?" My voice was icy. Tiffany seized the opportunity. "Oh, why are you making it hard for the staff?" "They're just doing their jobs here, it's not easy for them. You faked a ticket, got exposed, and now you're feeling guilty, so you want to complain your way out of it, seriously!" "Not only do you not respect your elders or care for the young, you have no basic respect for service personnel! Where's your class?" Mrs. Davies's face completely darkened, and her tone became stiff. "Ma'am, I advise you to just take the high road and not make things difficult for us employees." I gave a cold laugh, no longer bothering with them. I walked straight up and reached out to unbuckle the brat's seatbelt. "You dare touch my son!" Tiffany shrieked, raising her hand, and a loud slap landed squarely on my face! I staggered, my cheek burning with pain. The entire cabin fell silent. "You actually dared to hit my son! Help! Air marshals! Someone's assaulting people on this plane!" Tiffany screamed hysterically. Mrs. Davies's face changed drastically. She immediately called for the air marshals via intercom.

第3章

Two tall air marshals quickly arrived, grabbing me from either side, my arms twisted behind my back, leaving me unable to move. Tiffany put on a pained expression, pointing at me and lecturing: "Look at you! All this over one seat, is it worth it?" "Do you know that because of you, the travel plans of hundreds of people on this flight are being delayed! Can your conscience bear that?" "As an airline family member, I can't stand selfish, inconsiderate people like you!" After she finished, she even patted her son's shoulder meaningfully. The brat, understanding, jumped up from the seat and loudly recited: "My dad is the coolest captain in the world! He always tells us to respect our elders, care for the young, and follow public transport rules." "Always put the collective interest first! Don't let your own matters affect everyone else!" These words instantly ignited the anger of the surrounding passengers. "What's going on?! Get this woman off the plane! We're in a hurry!" "Exactly! So self-centered! Who does she think she is? Causing trouble here!" "Even a child understands this, how can such a grown-up be so clueless!" "What's wrong with the airline, letting someone like this on board? It's bad luck!" Insults and accusations rained down on me. I was held tightly by the two air marshals, trembling with rage. This airline. I had acquired it five years ago. I bought it because Julian said he loved the sky and wanted to be a free-spirited pilot. For him, I used my family's connections, allowing him to skip the lengthy process of accumulating seniority and become a captain at a young age. But now, I'd been such a fool, pouring my efforts into an ungrateful snake, and he's letting this woman bully me! "This seat was mine from the start!" "She's the one who forcibly occupied it with her child, twisting the truth is what's actually delaying the flight!" I stared fiercely at Mrs. Davies and the air marshals. "I want to see your captain. Get Julian Gu out here!" "You still dare to see my husband?!" Tiffany was enraged. She lunged forward, slapping my face several more times and even kicking my shins hard. "Your mom didn't teach you how to behave, so I'll teach you today!" "Who the hell do you think you are to even *ask* to see my husband? Take a good look in the mirror, honey, you're not even in his league!" I endured the blows, my face and legs stinging, but I merely sneered, my eyes like daggers fixed on her. "Let him come. He knows who I am." Tiffany froze, then became even more agitated, yelling at the air marshals: "What are you waiting for?!" "This woman, first she occupied a seat and hit a child, now she's threatening staff and demanding to see the captain!" "She's a lunatic! Get her off this plane!" Mrs. Davies's face was also filled with disgust. She waved her hand at the air marshals. "This woman is severely disrupting public order and endangering flight safety!" "Take her off the plane and hand her over to ground police!" "Yes, Ma'am!" The two air marshals increased their grip and began pushing me towards the cabin door. Tiffany stood with her arms crossed, a triumphant smile on her face. Just as I was being pushed to the cabin door, I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed a number. "This is Aria Ling! Immediately notify Air Traffic Control! Your airline system has been hacked, passenger ticket information has been maliciously altered!" "Taking off now will endanger the lives of all passengers! Immediately send the group's highest-ranking executive to handle this!" After hanging up, a brief silence was broken by Tiffany's sharp, piercing cackle.