CHAPTER 475: CHAPTER 475: DRIVING WITHOUT A LICENSE

Frowning slightly, Ma Juan had no choice but to speak again.

"Excuse me, ma’am, could I take a look at your ticket? You seem to be sitting in my seat."

The woman replied irritably, "Why should I show my ticket to you?"

Then, she muttered to herself under her breath.

"What kind of person is this? Trying to suck up to me with such a lame excuse."

Ma Juan was not someone with a good temper to begin with, but after entering the business world, she had reluctantly learned to restrain her personality.

Even so, she still wouldn’t allow anyone besides Chen Bin to challenge her authority.

Suppressing the urge to hit someone, Ma Juan directly approached a nearby flight attendant.

"Excuse me, someone’s occupying my seat and refusing to move. Please help me deal with this situation."

As she spoke, she pulled up her ticket on her phone.

After the flight attendant verified the information, she walked over to the woman in question.

"Hello ma’am, could I ask if you might be sitting in the wrong seat?"

"Impossible. My seat is right here."

Yan Hanlu also pulled out her phone, found her ticket, and handed it to the flight attendant.

After checking it, the flight attendant smiled and replied.

"I’m sorry, your seat is actually in the economy class section at the back—specifically, it’s the first row on the left, by the window in the three-seat row."

Yan Hanlu snatched back her phone and began flipping through it in disbelief.

Muttering to herself again, she said, "How could this be? How could I possibly be in economy class?"

Shaking her head, Ma Juan was utterly speechless.

She had flown for so many years yet had never encountered someone this bizarre.

The flight attendant gestured with her hand, making a "please" motion before continuing.

"Ma’am, perhaps I can escort you to your assigned seat?"

Embarrassed by the mix-up, Yan Hanlu felt humiliated.

As she got up to leave, she grumbled unwillingly.

"Obviously, it’s your seat design that’s flawed. Don’t go blaming me for this."

Once Ma Juan had settled into her seat, she didn’t hold back and snapped back at Yan Hanlu.

"Is it the seat’s problem or the person’s problem? Who knows?"

Yan Hanlu glared daggers at Ma Juan before walking off toward the back.

When the plane landed safely, Ma Juan had just walked out of the VIP terminal when a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of her.

Getting out of the car were a man and a woman—her driver and her assistant.

"Good day, Chairwoman!"

Expressionless, Ma Juan gave a curt "Hmm" and climbed into the car, then instructed the driver.

"Take me to the villa."

However, shortly after the car left the airport, a black Audi showed up in front of them.

The Audi persistently blocked the way, even slamming on its brakes maliciously at times.

Ma Juan frowned deeply, her face darkening.

She directly told the driver, "Hurry up and overtake it!"

But the Audi quickly caught on to their intent, and every time the Rolls-Royce tried to change lanes, the Audi would stubbornly block the way.

Finally, at a red light intersection, Ma Juan’s driver managed to pass the Audi.

But just then, a loud "bang" came from behind—the car had been rear-ended!

The violent impact nearly made Ma Juan lose her balance.

She immediately turned her head to look and saw it was the same Audi from earlier.

In an instant, rage consumed Ma Juan, and she was about to explode when her assistant stopped her.

"Chairwoman, for your safety, let me handle this matter."

Ma Juan clenched her fists tightly, itching to unleash her fury.

First, there had been that strange woman at Imperial Capital Airport. Now, a rear-end collision.

What a damn unlucky day!

Before Ma Juan’s assistant could step out of the car, a man and a woman stormed out of the Audi and headed straight for the driver.

Yan Hanlu began shouting curses without hesitation.

"Are you mentally ill? If you can’t drive, go home and take care of your kids!"

The driver, feeling baffled, replied cautiously, "Excuse me, ma’am, but just now..."

"Ma’am? Your whole family is full of ma’ams!"

"Ma’am, you’re the one who hit me, so you can’t possibly blame me for this."

"So what if I hit you? You could’ve sped up before the light changed. Why did you stop like that?"

"I... I... Following traffic rules is wrong now?"

"I don’t care! It’s your fault. Now tell me, how are you going to compensate?"

Seeing the crazed woman outside the car window, Ma Juan immediately pieced it together.

It was the same crazy woman who had tried to take her seat on the plane.

Recalling the Audi’s strange behavior since leaving the airport, Ma Juan could conclude one thing—this was intentional!

Her anger boiled over, and she didn’t waste any time.

She got out of the car, strode over to Yan Hanlu, and slapped her across the face.

Smack!

The crisp sound echoed, leaving not only Yan Hanlu stunned but also Shen Chengbao beside her at a loss for words.

Before they could react, Ma Juan delivered another slap to the other side of Yan Hanlu’s face.

"How dare you hit me?!"

Shen Chengbao stepped forward and attempted to push Ma Juan.

The driver intervened and blocked him before he could get close.

At this point, Ma Juan’s fiery temper exploded, and she pointed at Yan Hanlu, unloading her fury.

"How can you be so vile? Snatching my seat on the plane, now deliberately slamming into my car—two slaps are being kind to you!"

Yan Hanlu, accustomed to behaving outrageously, naturally wouldn’t back down after being hit.

She tried to retaliate but was stopped by the driver again.

Left with no other choice, she began cursing back.

"You’re the vile one! So what if I hit you? I’ve hit you, and I’ll hit you again! If I’d known, I would’ve killed you with one blow earlier!"

As the two women exchanged insults, the cars behind them honked incessantly.

The commotion soon drew the attention of two traffic police officers.

One began directing traffic, while the other brought both parties to the roadside.

"Cut the shouting. What’s going on here?"

Ma Juan wasted no time and directly pointed at Yan Hanlu.

"She rear-ended my car!"

The officer turned to Yan Hanlu and asked, "Ma’am, is this true?"

"It’s true, but it’s not my fault! She could’ve sped through the light before it changed but chose to dawdle. My brakes were slow, and I hit her!"

This statement made Ma Juan laugh out of sheer anger.

"Officer, you hear how ridiculous she sounds!"

"Bitch, who are you calling ridiculous? Do you want me to call people to end you...?"

Just as she spoke, sensing Yan Hanlu was about to make a move, the traffic officer immediately stopped her.

"Please calm down! Both of you, hand over your driver’s licenses."

Ma Juan’s driver promptly provided his license and vehicle registration, which the officer reviewed before turning to Yan Hanlu.

"Yours, please."

Yan Hanlu crossed her arms and maintained her arrogant posture.

"I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t had time to get one."

Hearing this, Ma Juan burst into laughter.

Now she understood why Yan Hanlu was so reckless—it turned out she hadn’t even gotten her license.

The officer’s brows furrowed, and his expression became increasingly stern.

"Whose car are you driving?"

Shen Chengbao immediately answered, "It’s mine!"

"Then show me your license and registration."

After inspecting them, the officer found no issues and asked Shen Chengbao.

"Were you aware she has no driver’s license?"

"Well... yes."

"And you still let her drive? You’re essentially setting her up for trouble!"

The officer then addressed Yan Hanlu.

"Your violation is serious and will involve detention and a fine."

"Detention?!"

Yan Hanlu finally realized how severe the situation was and quickly said,

"Officer, I’m willing to take full responsibility for what happened earlier. Could you avoid detaining me? I’m an artist—if I get detained, my reputation will be ruined..."