The Anarchic Consort (Book 1)

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At first, everything went smoothly but the contradiction escalated after the plane departed and levelled off half an hour later.

Baili Shangxie twisted his little body coolly, then reached out and massaged Little Qingchen's ears.

The four reapers were tied up and seated in a row. No one could see them and it was extreme torture for them.

The stewardess in uniform began to deliver meal boxes to the passengers.

When she reached the seat of the foreigner, she politely asked in her broken English whether he would like to have a meal. The foreigner who was fiddling with his laptop rejected her with a big wave of his hand.

A youth with glasses by the side felt somewhat hungry so he ordered a set of beef noodles. He then opened the folding table behind the foreigner's seat and placed the plate on the folding table. He was holding a pair of chopsticks, however, the foreigner in the front had lowered down his seat, causing him to have a hard time eating his noodles. He had trouble picking up the noodles with his chopsticks, nor could he reach the noodles with his mouth.

Seeing this, the pretty stewardess advised the foreigner immediately in a friendly manner, asking him to straighten his seat for the convenience of the passenger at the back who was having his meal. Instead of adjusting his seat, the foreigner waved his hand violently and paid no heed to the stewardess.

The pretty stewardess was slightly stunned, wondering if she did not make her words clear enough, therefore, she repeated it once again.

"I said no! Do you understand?" The foreigner's voice became increasingly strident and he was being annoyingly uncooperative.

Helian Wei Wei who witnessed this scene, narrowed her eyes slowly, then spoke in fluent English, "This gentleman, although according to the International Aviation Regulations, there is no legal provision saying that you must straighten the back of your seat when dining in the aircraft, however, for the sake of the people around you, could you please..." This was a polite gesture from Helian Wei Wei. She had always been courteous when dealing with outsiders, although her eyes had already turned cold due to the attitude of this foreigner. After all, this was China, not the home country of that foreigner.

"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" The foreigner seemed to have hit his breaking point. He stared at Helian Wei Wei fiercely, "Get the person-in-charge here if you want to argue with me, otherwise just mind your own business!"

He increased his volume again. The stewardess was slightly taken aback, she grasped Helian Wei Wei's hand with both of her hands. "It's okay, there's no need to make a scene." She then politely apologized to the youth wearing glasses, "I'm sorry, we are unable to provide our best services for you, your difficulty in dining is our responsibility..."

Before she finished her sentence, the foreigner stretched out his right arm and two fingers and waved to the stewardess, signalling her to come over. Then, he spoke to the stewardess in English, "Can you make sure that this person understood what I've said just now? It's my business and my own will to decide whether to put down my seat, no laws and regulations are requiring me to do so. Go, translate my words to that person and make sure she understands."

"I understood, and I've heard it clearly." Helian Wei Wei's eyes squinted and looked daggers at him, "Your attitude is very impolite, and I can sue you anytime."

"Do it if you dare. Show me what the f*ck you can do," his voice was deafening.

The flight attendant supervisor who was responsible for business class could only say to Helian Wei Wei, "Never mind, this is not a big deal. Let's just put up with this trivial matter, after all, we are on a plane...let's just forget it."