Song Jinyue put on a confused expression, as if she didn’t understand anything, and looked at the foreign man with puzzled eyes.
Seeing her reaction, the man grew even more interested. He whistled, raised his eyebrows, and made exaggerated faces—openly mocking and teasing her.
Train attendant He noticed the situation and became anxious. All she wanted was for these foreigners to leave quickly—no trouble, no incidents.
Neither side was easy to deal with.
Especially those foreigners—they had been causing trouble since boarding, making noise nonstop and irritating everyone in the carriage.
To put it bluntly, it was only because they were foreigners that people held back. Otherwise, if it were anyone else behaving like this, they would have already been beaten.
As Song Jinyue passed by the man, he deliberately bumped her with his shoulder.
Expressionless, she lifted her foot and stomped hard on his, grinding down with force before pulling back.
The next second—
A sharp, piercing scream echoed through the sleeper carriage.
“Ah!!!”
The foreigner hopped around, clutching his foot and shouting incoherently.
The commotion drew others out of their compartments. Heads poked out as people looked over curiously.
The other four foreigners were startled, staring in confusion at their companion hopping on one foot.
The man clutched his foot, repeatedly shouting that it hurt.
A foreign woman reacted quickly and asked what had happened.
From her words, Song Jinyue learned the man’s name was Quick.
The other three also turned their attention to him, frowning slightly, clearly displeased.
To them, his loud reaction was embarrassing.
Quick was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. He tried to speak but couldn’t form proper sentences.
He raised a hand and pointed at Song Jinyue.
All eyes immediately turned to her.
She acted as if frightened, shrinking back nervously.
Seeing her small, delicate frame and fearful expression, the foreigners’ eyes flashed with ridicule.
Women of Dragon Country…
Hmph.
So weak that even the wind could knock them over.
What they didn’t know was that the very woman they thought so fragile would beat them so badly later that they wouldn’t even recognize their own mothers.
Train attendant He felt her heart drop—this was going to escalate. She stepped forward and stood beside Song Jinyue, clearly showing support.
While the foreigners sized Song Jinyue up, Quick began to recover slightly.
Pointing at her, he complained loudly, saying she had attacked him—she had stomped on his foot hard, nearly breaking it—and asked his companions to help him teach her a lesson.
The four foreigners froze for a moment, then exchanged glances—and suddenly burst out laughing.
Quick was stunned, even forgetting his pain.
After laughing, they mocked him for being too impatient—seeing a girl from Dragon Country and immediately trying something, without considering the setting.
Quick panicked when they didn’t believe him. He raised his voice, insisting he was telling the truth—that his foot really had been stomped and it hurt terribly.
One of the men patted his shoulder lightly, trying to calm him down.
“Alright, alright. This is Dragon Country—don’t go too far. And if you really like her, this isn’t the way to approach a girl. It just makes us look bad.”
Quick was so angry he almost stomped again, gritting his teeth. “She really did step on my foot! It really hurts!”
Another woman chimed in with the same attitude. “Alright, we know. We understand what you’re thinking. There are people everywhere—be more restrained.”
“Not that—” Quick’s eyes widened. “She really stomped on me! Why won’t you believe me?!”
One of the women grew impatient, glancing at Song Jinyue with obvious disdain. “With her build, even if she slapped you with all her strength, it’d feel like a scratch. How much could it hurt if she stepped on you? It’s crowded here—bumping and stepping happens.”
Quick: “…”
He tried to argue again, but one of the men, noticing all the eyes watching them like spectators at a show, felt uncomfortable.
Irritated, he grabbed Quick and pulled him away. “Come on, stop making a fuss.”
Quick kept trying to explain, but the man didn’t give him the chance to embarrass himself further and dragged him off.
Even as they left, Quick continued insisting he wasn’t lying—that his foot really had been stepped on.
Song Jinyue stood where she was, hearing his voice fade into the distance, a faint smile curling at her lips.
Seeing that no conflict had escalated, train attendant He finally let out a long breath of relief.
She didn’t understand what the foreigners were saying, but judging by their reactions, it seemed related to Song Jinyue.
Thankfully, nothing serious had happened.
She turned to Song Jinyue. “Comrade Song, are you alright?”
Song Jinyue shook her head. “I’m fine.”
The attendant sighed in relief. “That’s good.”
They continued walking.
The attendant reminded her, “If you see those foreigners again, try to avoid them. Keep your distance and don’t get into conflict.”
Song Jinyue agreed, “Alright.”
The attendant led her to her berth. “This is your spot.”
Song Jinyue looked—it was a lower berth.
She was on the lower right.
The ticket seller had been considerate.
“Thank you,” she said.
She glanced around the compartment. The lower berth on the left was already occupied. The middle—
As she looked up—
Her gaze met that of the person on the left middle berth, a young woman around her age with bright, curious eyes watching her.
Song Jinyue glanced briefly, then looked at her own middle berth.
Occupied.
The top berth—uncertain.
The attendant smiled. “No need to be so polite, Comrade Song.”
“If you need anything or run into any problems, come find me.”
“Alright, thank you.”
The attendant nodded and left.
Song Jinyue sat down.
As soon as she did, a voice came from above—
“You did that on purpose just now, didn’t you?????”