Finally, the auntie’s precious son couldn’t take it anymore.  

He spoke up indignantly, “Comrade, my mother already gave the berth back to you. Do you really have to be so unreasonable? No wonder you’ll never get married!”  

“Pfft—” Song Suisui burst out laughing.  

Even dressed in plain, unremarkable clothes, her beauty was undeniable.  

“Gave it back? What kind of joke is that? This berth was mine to begin with—I paid for it! What’s there to give back? And since when was I being unreasonable? If your eyes don’t work, go see a doctor. Even if you’re blind, you’ve still got ears, right? Didn’t you hear your mom started this?”  

She smirked. “And who made you the marriage police? Whether I get married or not is none of your damn business!”  

Song Suisui fired back rapid-fire, leaving the man speechless.  

After finishing, she felt like she hadn’t gone hard enough.  

Ah well, fists have always been more my style anyway.

But since they were just trading words for now, throwing punches outright wouldn’t be justified.  

Still, if they keep running their mouths, I’ll gladly show them why I’m known as “Sister Suizi” in the textile factory’s residential compound!

The man’s face darkened at her verbal smackdown. Finally, he spat out a stiff, “Women and small-minded people are the hardest to deal with!”  

Song Suisui grinned. “Oh-ho~ And where do you think small-minded people come from? A woman’s belly, that’s where! So by that logic, you’re insulting your own dear mother!”  

She gasped dramatically. “Wow, brother, didn’t expect you to be so self-aware!”  

The crowd burst into laughter—even passengers in the middle and upper berths couldn’t hold back their snickers.  

The man’s face turned green with rage.  

Seeing her son humiliated, the auntie couldn’t let it slide.  

For rural women, if cursing didn’t work, fists were the next step—so the auntie lunged at Song Suisui, claws out.  

Song Suisui didn’t even flinch.  

In a flash, she lifted her foot—  

BAM! 

The auntie went flying.  

Jaws dropped.  

Song Suisui’s delicate looks were extremely misleading.  

Everyone had assumed she was a soft little bunny—turns out she was a violent one.  

“Aiyooo—murder!” The auntie wailed, clutching her stomach on the floor.  

Song Suisui watched calmly. She knew exactly how much force she’d used—this was pure theatrics.

The fact that this auntie still had the energy to scheme against her meant Song Suisui had definitely held back.  

Just then, the train conductor arrived with the train police and attendants—someone had gone to fetch them, worried about the commotion.  

After assessing the situation and seeing it was the same troublemaking auntie again, the conductor ordered the police to escort her away.  

“I ain’t going! Why should I leave? That damned girl hit me, and you’re not even siding with me? Just wait—I’ll report all of you the second I get off this train!” the auntie shrieked, fearless to the end.  

Song Suisui almost clapped in admiration.  

“Conductor,” she asked politely, “are there any available spots in the soft sleeper section? I’m willing to pay extra to move there.”  

She had zero interest in dealing with that woman again.  

The conductor refused without hesitation. “I’m sorry, comrade. Please rest assured that we’ll ensure she doesn’t disturb you further.”  

Song Suisui wasn’t too disappointed—soft sleepers were high-class accommodations, usually reserved for officials.  

Since switching wasn’t an option, she simply pretended the sleazy guy across from her didn’t exist.  

Her conversation with the conductor hadn’t been quiet, so the man had overheard her request.  

Seeing her get rejected, he seethed inwardly, cursing her with every vile thought he could muster.  

Song Suisui: Go ahead, trash. My immunity to bullshit is maxed out.

After a stern reprimand from the conductor, the man kept his mouth shut for the rest of the trip.  

With both him and his ridiculous mother finally silent, Song Suisui decided against pushing for a transfer. The peace was worth staying put.  

…

When Song Suisui stepped off the train, her backpack slung over one shoulder and the burlap sack in hand, it hit her—somehow, in such a short time, Xinghai City had become home.  

Outside the station, she spotted a young man who bore a faint resemblance to Song Bai.  

Memories of their shared past flooded her mind the moment she saw him.  

Grinning, she waved. “Second Brother!”  

Song Tong strode over, took the sack from her, and ruffled her hair with his free hand.  

“My little sister’s all grown up now!”  

Ever since returning and hearing about his sisters’ exploits, his only thought had been: Damn, my little sis is a total legend.

At first, the whole family had been worried about them being forced to go to the countryside without jobs. But in no time, they’d solved the problem themselves.  

Honestly, what else could you expect from Song Tong’s own little sisters?  

“Second Brother, when did you get back?” Song Suisui swatted his hand away and walked alongside him.  

“Last night. Mom said you’d be back today, so I volunteered to pick you up. Pretty nice of me, huh?”  

“Mhm, very nice! So… did you bring us anything good from your trip?”  

“Of course! When have I ever come back empty-handed?” Song Tong grinned smugly.  

Since he was picking up Song Suisui, he’d “borrowed” Song Bai’s bicycle—after all, his older brother could stand to walk a bit.  

The streets were quiet on their way home, sparing them the usual neighborhood gossip.  

Back at the house, Song Suisui gulped down half a glass of water before flopping onto a stool and slumping over the table, exhausted.  

Song Tong snorted. “Suisui, you’re so weak! Want me to grab you some ginseng from the Northeast next time?”  

“Pfft, you’re the weak one! I’m just mentally drained, okay?”  

She studied Song Tong. Though he resembled Song Bai, there were subtle differences—most notably, his skin tone.  

As a long-haul trucker constantly on the road, Song Tong was at least two shades darker than his brother.  

You could tell them apart just by looking at their complexion.  

That evening, the rest of the Song family greeted her with warm smiles and endless questions.  

Song Jianjun even asked about her work, relieved to hear she’d completed her procurement task without issues.  

What if she’d messed up? The procurement director might’ve gotten a bad impression of his little girl!  

Unaware of her father’s overthinking, Song Suisui found herself cornered by Ma Xiumei, who bombarded her with questions about the capital.  

To Ma Xiumei’s generation, Beijing wasn’t just a city—it was the dreamland.  

After all, it was home to the handsomest men in all of China!!!