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Reincarnation: The Sweet Wife Is A Miracle Doctor

Chapter 95: Trip to the Provincial Capital 3

Author: Come Southern Wind
updatedAt: 2026-01-27

CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: TRIP TO THE PROVINCIAL CAPITAL 3

There were many people in the train car, and the mix of odors was quite unpleasant. Fortunately, Nianyang was sitting by the window and could open it, which made it a bit more bearable.

The train moved very slowly, stopping at every station. Nianyang squinted her eyes and pretended to nap. Two and a half hours later, the train reached a major station, where many people boarded. Nianyang took this opportunity to go to the bathroom.

When she returned after a while, she found a middle-aged woman holding a sleeping baby sitting in her seat, chatting and laughing with four or five rugged-looking men in the hard sleeper seats on the right.

Frowning slightly, Nianyang walked over and tried to speak politely, "Ma’am, you’re in my seat. Could you please move?"

The middle-aged woman acted as if she didn’t hear Nianyang, continuing her conversation with the men. Nianyang figured she had encountered one of those notorious seat hoggers and decided to put on a firm face, raising her voice in displeasure,

"Ma’am, this is my seat!"

Only then did the middle-aged woman turn her face to look at Nianyang, noticing she was just a young girl. Clearing her throat, she said, "Young lady, I couldn’t get a soft sleeper ticket. Seeing as I’m with a child and it’s tough, why don’t you just give me this seat?"

Her tone was so self-righteous that it made Nianyang’s temper flare up instantly!

"Ma’am, your inability to get a soft sleeper ticket has nothing to do with me. I have no obligation to give you my seat, so please respect yourself!"

The middle-aged woman hadn’t expected Nianyang to retort. Her face turned sour as she said sarcastically, "What’s with young people these days? Don’t they know how to be courteous? Where’s the upbringing?"

Nianyang snorted coldly, "Ma’am, I paid for this seat. Giving it to you is a favor, not giving it is my right. Why should I give it up to you just because you said so?"

The middle-aged woman’s face stiffened, and because of her conversation with Nianyang, many passengers around them started to pay attention. She quickly thought of something, then surreptitiously pinched the baby, who cried out in pain.

Nianyang noticed the movement keenly, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh dear, don’t cry, baby..." The middle-aged woman pretended to console the child, then said to Nianyang, "Young lady, you see, my baby is feeling sick from the train. Your window seat would be better, so please let me stay here."

Playing the sympathy card?

Nianyang smirked slightly and deliberately said loudly, "Sure, you can have the seat, but the soft sleeper costs 20 yuan more than the hard sleeper. Just pay me the difference."

At the mention of paying, the middle-aged woman fell silent. Nianyang commented, "What’s wrong, ma’am? Are you planning to sit here for free? If everyone acted as shamelessly as you, should we all just grab seats without tickets?"

The surrounding passengers agreed with Nianyang, urging the middle-aged woman to pay up.

The middle-aged woman’s face turned extremely ugly, yet she shamelessly remained seated, perfectly embodying the attitude of "I don’t care, what can you do about it?"

Nianyang sneered, "Since ma’am insists on shamelessly occupying my seat, I’ll have to get the train staff to help."

Upon hearing about the train staff, the middle-aged woman’s expression changed slightly. A scruffy-looking man in the right seat spoke in a rough voice, "Woman, don’t cause trouble, go back to your seat!"

The middle-aged woman pouted, reluctantly giving Nianyang her seat back and spat at Nianyang as she walked down the aisle.

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Disclaimer, the child trafficking storyline is adapted from true stories on Baidu. [If you don’t believe it, search for train traffickers yourself]

It’s not plagiarizing anyone. Don’t accuse me, there are at least ten if not a hundred books in the big book city writing about traffickers. It’s a public cliche. If you accuse me of plagiarism again, please show the evidence!

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