The Anarchic Consort (Book 1)

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Helian Wei Wei could tell that the flight attendant supervisor was forcing a smile as she repeated herself many times.

It was up to the extent that Helian Wei Wei could sense the bitterness she was enduring.

Helian Wei Wei had boarded many planes before, be it domestic or foreign, and had performed countless tasks.

The foreigners she had met previously were all enthusiastic and polite, but this foreigner did not particularly treat the Chinese as human beings.

Perhaps he relied on laws and principles, but his attitude made Helian Wei Wei know very clearly that he simply looked down on her; looked down on the young man with spectacles, and even the stewardess.

He was here to profit from the Chinese.

Since he is here to profit from us, then he is not our boss.

Is it because we treated them so well until they simply couldn't understand what respect and politeness are or is it that they couldn't care less about Chinese from the very beginning?

He was gesticulating with his hands and feet, and his actions were so dramatic and unbearable. If the same thing happened to the Chinese, will we be criticized by countless people for being uneducated?

In fact, it is clear that the one uneducated, not to mention rude, is who!

Helian Wei Wei was fuming this time. Although she did not show it on her face, the coldness that was brewing in her eyes made the two little kids fix their gaze at her.

Nevertheless, the person that came into view was not Helian Wei Wei, but Baili Jia Jue.

After all, according to the character of their Imperial Father, he definitely would not tolerate it if someone made their mother upset in front of him.

Strangely, how could their Imperial Father still not take any action?

Baili Shangxie raised his head again and glanced at Baili Jia Jue. He had that smile plastered on his face, with his thin lips slightly curved up. No hint of anger could be seen on his face. A business magazine was spread out on his legs. If his eyes were not set on the scene in front of him, most probably this would make people mistakenly think that he was not tuned in to the commotion just now, but in fact, he had heard all of it loud and clear. His fingers were drumming on the magazine, and the smell of a devil surrounded him, leaving people feeling confused and ambivalent.

Baili Shangxie scooched over and whispered, "Father, don't tell me that your heart has changed for the good?"

"Father?" Baili Jia Jue seemed to be relishing the title. He traced his thin lips with his fingertips, then reached out and patted his son's head, as if he was patting a ball, "Baili Shangxie, how many times have I told you, don't fill your mind with such misconceptions. Trust your mother that she can solve such trivial matters herself."

Baili Shangxie raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "I believe in my mother, but not you." It was strange and unusual to be extremely honest.

"As a gentleman, even if you can no longer tolerate with some id*otic human beings, you have to give your partner the right to express her anger." Baili Jia Jue wiped his long and clean fingers, his fair side made him look like a vampire, from noble to elegant, yet with bowed wickedness. "Go back to your seat obediently, this seat belongs to your mother."

Baili Shangxie was rendered speechless.

Helian Wei Wei certainly had her ways to do herself justice. She closed her eyes and kept pondering the reason the man was unforgivingly arrogant. China had always upheld the principle of peace and harmony, and this principle was not wrong. However, if the man takes advantage of our kindness, then we have to make him understand that we are warm and friendly, but it does not mean that we are weak!