Rebirth in the 90s: Her Counterattack and Redemption

Chapter 1192 - 711-712:

"No."

The girl answered roughly, grabbed a piece of clothing and pulled it over her head.

Meili hesitated for a moment, then poked her again: "Little sister, eat something before you sleep, otherwise this whole night is going to be hard to get through."

The girl suddenly sat up, glared at her: "I say, why are you so annoying? Whether I eat or not is none of your damn business!"

"I’m sorry." Meili didn’t get angry; she smiled good‑naturedly. "If you don’t want to eat, then forget it, but why are you so worked up? I was just being kind."

"Kind? You’ve got some nerve saying that. Ever since you got on the train you’ve been fussing around nonstop. Fine, you finally managed to toss together a whole concert and turned the entire carriage into a vegetable market. With your kind of quality, no wonder a man dumped you. If I were a man, I’d dump you too!"

"You..." Meili was choked speechless for a long moment. She stared blankly for a bit, then smiled, climbed back onto her bunk, and stopped talking.

The old man couldn’t stand it anymore and tried to persuade her: "Girl, when you’re away from home, everyone needs to make allowances for each other. Whether she’s doing it for your good, you should have some idea. If you’ve got anger bottled up inside, say it out loud for everyone to hear. We don’t know each other anyway. Once we get off the train, we go our separate ways; nobody’s going to laugh at you. Keeping it all in like this hurts your health."

The girl pulled the clothes back over her head again, ignoring him. After a long while, she muttered one line: "If it weren’t that I couldn’t get a soft sleeper, I wouldn’t be suffering like this!"

Li Baohan sighed, lay back down, and said nothing more.

Luo Ye poked Zhao Qianqian, then turned and went to the corridor by the restroom. After a moment, Zhao Qianqian came over leading Meili. Meili’s eyes were red; one look and you could tell she’d been crying.

"Sister Lin, it’s not that we don’t want to help you..."

Meili cut Luo Ye off: "Luo, I know. Actually, when we got on the train I could tell from her clothes she wasn’t from an ordinary family, so I didn’t dare provoke her. Later, I got carried away chatting happily with you and forgot.

It’s my own fault for not reading people’s faces; I can’t blame anyone else. If you really had spoken up for me, it would be even more of a mess now. I get it."

That was right. One look and you could tell that girl was spoiled rotten by her family. Talking sense to her—like she’d actually listen. In other words, her parents had raised her into what she was today; a couple of sentences from outsiders weren’t going to change anything. Better to just ignore her and save themselves some anger.

Besides, Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian were playing the roles of small‑time performers being excluded, so their actions had to match their identities.

Knowing she must have cried because of that last sentence the girl threw at her, Luo Ye comfortingly patted her: "Sister Lin, you’re so kind, you’re definitely going to be happy in the future."

"Thanks." Meili cheered up again. "You’re right. That bastard man dumping me just means he has no eye for treasure. I’ll definitely meet someone better than him in the future and piss him off to death!"

Luo Ye: "..."

Zhao Qianqian: "..."

"Am I being too silly?" Meili smiled sheepishly. "Everyone who knows me says I really don’t act my age."

Luo Ye laughed: "Not really. Actually, you’re pretty great like this. An optimistic person can make the people around them happy, and it helps you live longer too."

...

The train pulled into Ludong Station at nine o’clock the next morning. Meili and Shao Aisong got off together.

Forty minutes later, the train reached Yuanzhou Station. Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian got off together with the old man, Li Baohan.

Li Baohan didn’t plan to go back to Sha City again, so he’d packed up his luggage and daily necessities and brought them all along. With everything slung here and tied there, you could barely see his head. Luo Ye helped him by carrying a chopping board and a pot, while Zhao Qianqian carried a big bag of odds and ends. As they walked, everything clanked and rattled, attracting stares from countless passersby.

Well, of course. Two neat, clean, pretty young girls carrying that kind of stuff—how could people not be curious? As they got off the train, they saw several men in black standing at the edge of the platform, craning their necks to peer inside.

"Hurry up and come get the luggage! What are you standing there like idiots for?"

Zhao Qianqian glanced back: "It really is her, and her entourage is pretty impressive."

"You can tell she’s a rich family’s young miss." Old Man Li quickened his pace. "Let’s walk faster, so we don’t run into them again." Clearly, he was remembering the argument he’d had with her before and was afraid of payback.

But Luo Ye’s brows knit slightly. This whole thing didn’t make sense. With that kind of reception lineup, why would the girl need to take a train?

Right—she’d said she only bought a hard sleeper because she couldn’t get a soft sleeper. From that, you could judge that her family was in business, most likely upstart nouveau riche. Otherwise, getting an internal ticket wouldn’t be all that difficult.