Without hesitation, a loud slap landed on the woman’s face, leaving her dazed. She incredulously lifted her head and stared at Cheyenne with wide eyes like copper bells. “You… you dare to hit me!”
Cheyenne snorted. “Why wouldn’t I dare? Oliver, watch closely how I do it.”
Oliver’s eyes shone brightly as he promptly answered, “Yes!”
Another slap landed on the other side of the fat woman’s face, causing both sides to swell up red. Cheyenne touched her own fair chin and laughed. “Not bad, they are equally swollen now.”
Finally coming back to her senses after being slapped twice in a row, the fat woman rushed towards Cheyenne like a madwoman. “You little slut! I’ll fight you!”
“I’ve grown up my whole life without my parents ever hitting me; who do you think you are?”
Cheyenne’s answer infuriated the fat woman even more. “Oh? So you have poor upbringing too? Then today I’ll have to teach you some manners for your parents’ sake!”
“Don’t thank me too much; I’m just here to pick up my son from school and teach you how to be a decent human being.”
Just as the fat woman charged forward again, Cheyenne took a small step back while keeping an eye on her lower body.
Cheyenne swiftly and decisively grabbed the woman’s arm and seemingly gave her a gentle push, while at the same time lifting her foot and kicking her knee with the pointed high heel of her shoe.
The woman screamed uncontrollably as she fell to her knees. Cheyenne raised her hand again and pressed her arm against the woman’s fat chin.
As the obese woman knelt on one knee, there was a crisp sound coming from her chin. It turned out that the cartilage in her neck had twisted.
As she turned her head, she met the faint smile in the girl’s eyes.
That smile was like a witch crawling out of hell, sending shivers down one’s spine.
“Now, do you still dare to hit my son and call him a bastard?”
Even without laying a finger on Cheyenne, the humiliated obese woman, who was forced to kneel by her, still refused to accept it. She spoke intermittently in pain, “You, don’t get cocky… Ah! It hurts, it hurts…”
Another crisp cracking sound followed.
It turned out that Cheyenne forcefully pushed her twisted neck back into place. This intense pain was no less than being struck in the chest with a hammer.
The obese woman was drenched in sweat from fear, but she heard the light and airy voice of the girl in her ear, “How about it? Say one more word to insult me, and I’ll twist your head even more crooked.”
“Don’t worry, even if I dislocate it, I can put it back for you without leaving a single scratch!”
As a doctor, she had excellent skills in connecting bones.
Seeing her own mother being tortured like this, the chubby boy was afraid that he would be next and knelt down in front of Cheyenne with a “plop”.
He grabbed her pants and cried out loud. “Auntie, I’m sorry. Please spare my mother. Waaah!”
Cheyenne didn’t bother to argue with a child but knew very well what kind of person her son was. Although Oliver looked cold and difficult to get along with on the surface, he was actually a very obedient child.
As long as you don’t provoke him, he won’t cause any trouble.
“Oliver, tell me what happened?”
Oliver walked up with his face all wrinkled up and still had five finger marks on his face but didn’t cry out in pain once.
“It’s because he called you ugly.”
“What?”
Upon hearing this news, Cheyenne became even angrier. “You can call me poor but not ugly! How despicable!”
She couldn’t hit the child; that would be too disgraceful. After thinking about it for some time, Cheyenne could only vent her anger on the boy’s mother instead.
Immediately she took out a silver needle from her pocket which was only about twenty centimeters long while no one noticed yet.
Taking advantage of everyone’s lack of attention, she quickly stabbed the woman’s shoulder with this fine needle which wouldn’t leave any trace when pricked into someone’s body. The woman would only feel slight pain at being pricked once but after going back home she would suffer from arm pain for half a month before getting better again.
Humph! It served right that she hadn’t taught her son properly.
The female kindergarten teacher did not want things to escalate further so she stepped forward to persuade both parties to step back and let go of each other since Oliver and Fatty were classmates after all; they needed to learn how to get along in future days.
However, the obese woman was not willing to let go of her anger. Unable to bully Oliver anymore and unable to defeat Cheyenne, she directed her rage towards the female teacher.
“You hypocritical bystander! You just stood there watching me being bullied by her. I paid over a hundred thousand in tuition fees for a year! From tomorrow, my son won’t come to this school anymore, hmph!”
Losing an important client, the female teacher knew that her performance would be affected, so she pleaded with the obese woman in a low and submissive voice, asking her to calm down.
The obese woman then reached into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone, dialing “911:”
“It’s impossible for me to calm down. You all saw how this woman just pressed me to the ground and hit me. I’m calling the police!”
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne shrugged nonchalantly and said, “You can report it if you want, I don’t care.”
Finally, the young girl flashed a naive and adorable smile and casually said, “It’s not like I’ve never been there before.”
The chubby woman was speechless. She couldn’t believe that Cheyenne wasn’t even afraid of going to the police station.
Onlookers were equally stunned by her arrogance – they had never seen someone so proud of having been to a police station before!
Oliver blinked his big watery eyes and smiled. His mom was so cool!
A few minutes later, two policemen arrived at their doorstep in response to the reported incident. “Are you the ones who called us?” they asked.
The chubby woman immediately pretended to be distressed and squeezed out two fake tears while pointing at Cheyenne. “Yes officer, she hit me just now! It really hurt!” If it had been a young pretty girl calling them ‘officer’, perhaps they would have felt flattered; but instead it was an old overweight lady in her thirties calling them sweetly. They felt embarrassed.
Cheyenne confidently led her son towards the police car saying, “Can you guys give us a ride?” The way she called them made their hearts flutter; looking at her slender figure from behind made them think that Oliver was actually her little brother.
They took Cheyenne into an office room for questioning because of how attractive she looked and how polite she acted towards them.
Most people would have cowered in fear or sat with their heads down in shame when brought into questioning but not Cheyenne – she even helped herself to some snacks such as sunflower seeds or potato chips while waiting for further instructions.
She didn’t hesitate to offer some chips to Oliver either but he declined, saying, “Mommy, my face hurts.”
Cheyenne examined his face seriously and replied, “Oh right, it might make your wounds worse if you eat these. Let me eat more for you then.”
Oliver sighed helplessly as his mother continued munching on snacks without any worries whatsoever about what may happen next.