Chapter 3461: Today I'm Going to Take Them On Solo!

Xiao Changkun suffered a great loss, and at this moment he also wore an unwilling expression.

But even though he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do; the person involved had already left, and even if he wanted to save face, he no longer had the chance.

Helpless, he could only swallow this silent loss and follow Ye Chen and Xiao Churan toward the airport.

Ma Lan likewise wore a resentful expression, muttering constantly: "Damn it, Ma Nainai has never suffered such a loss before; back in the day, in our old residential area, I opened the window and argued with the whole neighborhood without backing down, but today I was dressed down by this bastard son of a bitch—I'm practically furious to death!"

Xiao Churan knew her mother's temper, so she advised: "Alright, Mom, it was originally just a small matter; don't keep dwelling on it, and don't forget we're supposed to go out and have fun this time."

Ma Lan mumbled: "Just now I heard that dog couple say they're also going to the Maldives; they wouldn't happen to be on the same flight as us, would they?"

Ye Chen casually said: "There aren't daily direct flights from Jin Ling to the Maldives; right now it's peak season for tropical travel, so there's only one flight each on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday; after the New Year, fewer people travel abroad, so the flights are suspended."

Ma Lan asked in surprise: "So you mean he's definitely on the same plane as us?"

"Yes." Ye Chen smiled: "If they're really going to the Maldives, then they're definitely on the same flight as us."

Xiao Changkun angrily cursed: "Oh dear, what bloody bad luck—how did I end up on the same flight as this kind of person?"

Ma Lan, however, glanced at Xiao Changkun with disdain, let out a cold laugh, and said: "What are you afraid of? It's actually good to be on the same flight! The loss just now can't go unanswered; once we're on the plane, I'll get our face back!"

Xiao Churan jumped in alarm, quickly took hold of her arm, and earnestly advised: "Oh Mom, you really must not act impulsively; causing a scene on a plane is not the same as on the ground—even a tiny matter on a plane can escalate to something very serious, and besides, every flight now has air marshals, which is basically sky police; if you cause trouble on a plane, you might well end up being arrested."

Ma Lan snorted: "Hmph, let them arrest me—do you know what your mother's nickname is?"

As she said this, Ma Lan thought back to the glorious days on Mount Bedford.

The nickname "Mount Bedford Ghost-Fearing Fiend" still persists today in the Mount Bedford Prison, known far and wide, thunderous and deafening.

Xiao Churan truly had nothing to say about her own mother—Mother had already been in and out of prison, domestically and in the U. S., and had seen her share of storms; trying to intimidate her with flight security was pointless—she wouldn't take it to heart at all.

Helpless, she could only silently think to herself: later I must keep a close watch on Mom, and if she does anything out of line, I must stop her immediately. This is my first time traveling abroad with Ye Chen, and it might very well be the last—no matter what, I cannot let Mom's personality ruin this trip.

The family of four entered the airport, cleared security and customs, and arrived at the airline's first-class lounge.

Inside the luxuriously decorated lounge, there weren't many people waiting, because the first-class lounge differs from the VIP lounge; if you bought a regular business class ticket or are a high-value customer of the airline, you can only go to the ordinary VIP lounge, whereas the first-class lounge is specially prepared for passengers who spent tens of thousands, even over a hundred thousand yuan, on an intercontinental first-class ticket.

After showing their boarding passes, they were led by a young ground service staff member to the sofa seats inside.

By coincidence, the middle-aged man and young woman from earlier were also inside, currently having breakfast.

Enemies meeting are especially infuriated; as soon as Ma Lan saw the two, she rolled up her sleeves and strode straight over; the middle-aged man, seeing her approach, was also somewhat surprised, since a ticket for the direct flight from Jin Ling to Malé, capital of the Maldives, costs nearly seventy thousand yuan.

He thought to himself: "Damn, with my net worth, spending 140,000 on tickets already feels painful—I never expected this old loser family of four could actually afford first-class tickets; looks like they do have some means?"

Seeing Ma Lan not sit down but instead head straight for the two, Xiao Churan tried to stop her but failed; Ma Lan's arms were as if oiled—she twisted sideways and swung her arm, shaking off Xiao Churan's hands, and strode purposefully toward them.

The middle-aged man and his wife were eating; since the meals in the first-class lounge are excellent, both had filled a table; the woman was busy taking photos from various angles to post on her social circle, while the man, seeing Ma Lan approach, immediately put down his chopsticks, on guard, staring at her, wondering what she wanted.

When Ma Lan stood before the two, she deliberately slowed her steps and stopped at a distance of over one meter from them, feeling this distance relatively safe, in case the man suddenly rose to hit her and she couldn't dodge in time.

Xiao Changkun, fearing she might suffer a loss, quickly said in a low voice: "Wife, wait for me—I'll go with you!"

Ma Lan waved her hand dismissively and said lightly: "No need—Ma Nainai today is going to take on the two of them single-handedly!"

Afterwards, she crossed her arms, wore a disdainful expression, and mumbled: "Oh my, is this your first time in first class? You two act like you've never seen anything before—you've taken over a whole table; what, do you think one breakfast will eat back the cost of your ticket?"

The middle-aged man's face immediately fell; he really hadn't intended to take so much, but he couldn't stop his newlywed little wife from constantly grabbing more—there was already plenty to eat here, plus there's a dedicated ordering window, so she kept taking bread, then desserts, then after desserts she took shrimp dumplings; in the Cantonese morning tea spread, she took every single golden item, and later even had the kitchen cook two bowls of wonton noodles for her.

The man knew his wife couldn't possibly eat all this—she was just indulging herself and gathering material for her social circle—so when Ma Lan mocked her like this, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, the woman beside him lifted her head, looked at Ma Lan with disdain, and said: "Again you? I paid for this—I take however much I want, what's it to you?"

Ma Lan pursed her lips and said: "I know—you just want to take some photos and videos to post on your social circle to show off; I'm not looking down on you, but how many times have you flown first class?"

The woman angrily replied: "How many times I've flown first class—what's that got to do with you? Besides, my husband usually takes government planes when he goes out; this time he couldn't book one, so he's flying first class with you lot—poor people—okay?"

"Oh come on!" Ma Lan pulled out her phone, flipped through it, and said contemptuously: "Look at you blowing that cowhide—acting like you really fly on government planes, just your old man's broken Bentley—his strength at most only covers a cheap domestic route; I know some domestic government planes occasionally fly back on return routes, a short trip costs just a few ten thousand or even ten thousand yuan, but chartering a government plane for an overseas flight—one flight starts at over a million—can your old man afford that kind of money?"

The middle-aged man thought to himself: "How does this old hag know so much about this?"