Chapter 398: Chapter 398
At such a critical moment, Wan Chu’er didn’t think twice before tossing the coffee in her hand at the man in the trench coat and grabbing the old lady before her face hit the ground.
The man in the trench coat didn’t care about the coffee all over him and hurriedly rushed over to help the old lady stand.
The old lady quickly calmed down and upon closer inspection, she seemed quite young for someone in her sixties or seventies, with neat, meticulously styled silver hair and equally refined clothes.
Wan Chu’er was pondering whether to apologize to the old lady, considering she had just bumped into the wheelchair.
But before she could speak, the old lady adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses on her nose bridge and then glared sternly:
"How do you walk?! All hustle and bustle with not a bit of ladylike grace."
Wan Chu’er blinked. What was this old lady going on about, looking as if she was greatly disappointed? She noticed that the man next to her was bending down to wipe the coffee off himself with a handkerchief.
So, Wan Chu’er pointed at the man in the trench coat and said, "It’s him! He’s the culprit, go after him." After speaking, she turned to leave.
Well, might as well consider that she ran into two lunatics.
One was just walking along and ends up splashing coffee at someone.
Another, a wealthy old lady, starts off with harsh criticism.
Truly speechless, she had no time to waste on these idlers.
Seeing how Wan Chu’er smoothly deflected and walked away, the man in the trench coat and the refined old lady exchanged glances and then hurriedly chased after her.
"Hey, hey, wait a moment." The man in the trench coat called out anxiously from behind.
The old lady, unwilling to be outdone, angrily shouted, "Stop right there! You’ve got no manners or grace!"
She’s accusing me of having no manners or grace?
Wan Chu’er abruptly stopped, turned around, and coldly faced the two, thinking to herself: even if you’re a pretty boy and an old lady, I need to teach you what manners and grace are!
The man in the trench coat caught up to Wan Chu’er and said, "Hey, why do you just walk away without settling things? We haven’t cleared up this matter yet."
The old lady’s wheelchair which was automatic also stopped in front of Wan Chu’er.
"Young lady, it’s improper to walk away without greeting your elders," the old lady continued to lecture.
Wan Chu’er narrowed her eyes, took a step back to distance herself, and said:
"Tell me, what are you trying to do? Trying to scam me? That trench coat of yours costs a hundred thousand alone, and the bracelet on you, madam, must be a priceless treasure as well. You’ve got the wrong target for a scam."
By now, she was certain that the previous conflict was intentional, and these two clearly knew each other.
Instead of getting angry at her words, a hint of appreciation flashed in the old lady’s eyes, while the man in the trench coat pointed to his disheveled appearance and said with a wry smile:
"Have you ever seen a scammer as messy as this? Where do you live? You should take me to your place first to have a bath and change clothes."
Wan Chu’er couldn’t help the twitching of her lips, "Did you leave your brain at home?"
Who asks to go to someone’s home to bathe and change clothes during their first meeting, especially under hostile circumstances?
"What exactly do you want? Should I call someone to take care of the two of you?"
The old lady was taken aback and asked, "Who do you want to call?"
"Police or mental hospital, you pick one," Wan Chu’er said coolly.
The elderly lady suddenly flew into a rage, "disrespectful to elders, lacking upbringing, uncouth and barbaric..." A slew of idioms spilled out in one breath.
The man in the trench coat quickly tried to pacify her: "Mom, don’t be angry, this child grew up without a father’s guidance, it’s already good that she turned out this way."
Hearing their words, Wan Chu’er’s eyes immediately widened, she grabbed the man in the trench coat by his collar,
"Who are you?!" she asked through gritted teeth, upset that they knew about her lack of a father’s guidance.
The man in the trench coat was pulled so that his neck was tight, barely able to breathe, he vigorously pried at Wan Chu’er’s hand, hoarsely saying: "Let go, I am your uncle, she is your grandmother."
"Give you one more chance, tell the truth, or I won’t mind beating you up here." Wan Chu’er coldly stared into the man’s eyes.
"Cough... I really am your uncle..." he still insisted.
The elderly lady in the wheelchair also scolded her, "Quick, let go of your uncle..."
Without hesitation, Wan Chu’er executed a shoulder throw, slamming him hard onto the ground.
"Ah—" A scream arose.
Soon, many onlookers gathered around at the airport.
The elderly lady couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her granddaughter, who appeared so frail, had just thrown her younger son to the ground, and it was not a gentle fall.
Wan Chu’er coldly looked at the two, warning them: "Don’t test my patience anymore!" She snorted.
Just then, suddenly a few people rushed over from afar, anxiously breaking through the crowd and pushing their way in, they were shocked when they saw their young master in a disgraceful state, lying on the ground groaning in pain.
The elderly lady harshly commanded: "Quick, help the young master up!"
These people hurriedly scrambled to help him up, one of them cautiously approached the elderly lady and asked, "Old madam, are you alright?"
Wan Chu’er looked at the chaotic scene, her gaze turned cold, and she turned around and walked away.
"Capture her!" the elderly lady ordered her entourage as soon as she noticed her leaving.
Without hesitation, they rushed towards Wan Chu’er, who would not let them get close, kicked out at the first one who lunged at her, knocking him to the ground.
"Be careful, the young miss knows some martial arts." The reminder from the man in the trench coat, albeit belated and weak, finally came.
Young master, why didn’t you say so earlier.
Thus, the group became cautious, slowly surrounding Wan Chu’er without approaching, merely stepping back whenever she attacked, yet the enclosing circle tightened, effectively preventing her escape.
"Niece, I really am your uncle, let’s talk it over, why resort to fighting?" The man in the trench coat, while rubbing his sore back, stood beside the wheelchair-bound elderly lady and shouted to Wan Chu’er within the circle.
Wan Chu’er ignored his scolding noises.
The elderly lady in the wheelchair watched Wan Chu’er sternly.
As this incident unfolded, someone had already alerted the airport staff, and while they were confronting each other, a squad of airport security finally hurried over.
Seeing the airport security, the man in the trench coat immediately dropped the friendly and smiling face he had put on for Wan Chu’er, turned serious, and said to them:
"We are the Overseas Chinese Chen Family, just returned to the country, handling family affairs."
"I don’t know them, they are crazy," Wan Chu’er said expressionlessly.