Transmigrating into the Genius Cannon Fodder’s Aunt

Chapter 134 Part 1 – Your Father Was Someone Worthy of Deep Respect (I)

“If children don’t understand right from wrong, then the adults have to take responsibility,” Xia Mian said coldly as she glanced at Fu Peng. “You think the world’s lawless and your kid can do whatever he wants?”

As expected, Mrs. Fu tried to play the rogue. “Why should we pay? It’s just kids messing around a bit.”

“Her dad was a martyr? Who knows if that little brat is even Ding Mingjin’s kid?” She sneered. “Ding Mingjin had just died when Hu Xiuzhen, that tramp, ran off with another man—”

“Ah!”

Before Xia Mian could even react, the little girl beside her had already charged at the woman without a word, slamming her head hard into her stomach like a little wolf cub, eyes blazing with fury.

Caught off guard, Mrs. Fu staggered back, clutching her stomach in pain. Shocked that Ding Sijin dared to attack her, her immediate reaction was to raise a hand to slap the child.

But Xia Mian was much faster. She yanked Ding Sijin back and, without hesitation, delivered a solid kick to the crazed woman’s stomach. “Shameless! What kind of adult hits a child that small?!”

It was a clean, heavy blow. Mrs. Fu fell hard on her backside with a thud, unable to get up.

Clearly not used to being retaliated against, she took a few moments to process what had happened. Then she scrambled to her feet and lunged at Xia Mian, screaming, “You bitch! You dare hit me?!”

“You wanna fight? Fine, I’ll fight you!”

Xia Mian quickly shoved Ding Sijin toward Xiao Feng and Chenchen. The three kids, clearly seasoned, grabbed the girl and retreated to a safe corner.

Meanwhile, Xia Mian dodged nimbly. As Mrs. Fu rushed past her in a blind rage, Xia Mian subtly shifted and pushed her with full force. What looked like a defensive move sent the woman crashing straight into the teacher’s desk; her thigh slammed into the corner so hard that everyone winced.

Just as things were about to spiral into a full-on brawl, Ms. Liu rushed in to break it up. “Both of you, calm down! Fighting won’t solve anything!”

Mrs. Fu, still recovering from the pain, finally realized she couldn’t win in a scuffle. She plopped back on the floor and started throwing a tantrum instead, shrieking at Xia Mian, “You care so damn much about that little brat—what, are you Ding Mingjin’s whore?”

“Look at you, dressed all slutty, fox-faced bitch, still young and already a stinking little—#@!%&…”

The string of filth that came out of her mouth was enough to shatter Xia Mian’s tolerance. No wonder her child turned out the way he did!

As Ms. Liu grew desperate, the sound of a phone connecting broke the chaos. It was on speaker, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Everyone turned their heads.

At the teacher’s desk, the young man who had knocked Mr. Fu to the ground stood by the phone, his expression cold and unyielding.

“Hello, this is Longcheng District Police Station.”

The calm voice from the other end stunned the crowd. Even Mrs. Fu’s ranting came to an abrupt stop.

Ning Shaobai stared coldly at her and spoke into the phone, “I’d like to report a crime. There’s someone at Longcheng Elementary who is insulting a fallen martyr and assaulting his orphan.”

The voice on the other end confirmed the location and said, “All individuals are to remain on site. A patrol unit will arrive within ten minutes.”

Mrs. Fu’s face turned pale instantly. She scrambled to her feet, panic flooding her expression. “W-why are you calling the police?”

Ning Shaobai looked at her icily and said, “Since you won’t behave like a civilized person, let the police handle the rest.”

“The child is visibly injured, and I’ve recorded everything you just said. We also have plenty of witnesses here. That’s more than enough to get you detained.”

Xia Mian grinned and looked at Fu Peng. “Oh no, the police are coming to arrest you and your mom! She’s going to jail, and you’ll be the son of a criminal!”

Fu Peng was already frozen with fear. Growing up, the threat of “police coming to get you” was always the ultimate scare, and he was old enough to understand Xia Mian wasn’t joking.

“N-no! My mom’s not a criminal! You are!”

He clung desperately to his mother’s clothes. “Mom, don’t let them take you!”

Xia Mian chuckled. “Who do the police arrest? Bad people. You and your mom are bad people—of course they’re coming for you.”

Now realizing that the young man had been dead serious and that the police were actually on their way, Mrs. Fu finally panicked. As much as she doubted whether the police would truly arrest her over this, she didn’t dare gamble on it.

She jumped up and tried to drag his son out of the room.

Xia Mian didn’t stop her. “Yeah, go on, run,” she mocked. “That way, the police can go straight to your house and arrest you. Then all your neighbors will know you’re a convict!”

Mrs. Fu froze immediately. She turned back around, all the arrogance and bravado gone, and said sheepishly, “I’ll pay, I’ll pay, okay? I don’t have that much on me right now. I’ll call the kid’s dad and have him bring the money. Let’s just talk this through.”

She turned to Ning Shaobai, her voice suddenly sweet. “Come on, it’s just a little scuffle between kids. I’ll take Fu Peng home and give him a good lesson. Please don’t call the police, okay?”

“Or if you think fifty isn’t enough, I’ll pay a hundred. Just call the police off, please.”

Ning Shaobai didn’t even look at her. Xia Mian raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “Wow, you do know how to be reasonable?”

Then she grinned. “But it’s too late. The police are already on their way. Now we all have to make a little trip to the station.”

“Whether it’s paying up or locking you up—we’ll let the law decide.”

Mrs. Fu’s face twisted with panic, but just as she opened her mouth again, Ning Shaobai glanced out the window and said coldly, “How nice, the whole family’s here now.”

The crowd was confused for a moment, then they heard a commotion on the stairs outside.

Moments later, Mr. Fu stormed through the office door, cleaver in hand, with a few men in tow.

He pointed the cleaver at Ning Shaobai and shouted, “Think you’re hot shit just because you know a few moves? Let’s see if your fists are faster than my blade!”

Xia Mian: …

She honestly didn’t even know what to say about this family anymore. Clearly, this was how they operated: thuggish, loud, and used to getting their way by force.

But this time, it was a godsend. She had been worried the earlier clash with Mrs. Fu would be dismissed as just a petty squabble. Letting that woman walk away with nothing more than a slap on the wrist clearly wasn’t going to cut it.

Now, though, her husband had come back wielding a cleaver. Finally, something undeniable. Attempted assault with a weapon was a real crime!

Mrs. Fu clearly understood the gravity of the situation. As her husband charged forward, she rushed to stop him, pushing him back. “Don’t hit anyone! Stop it! You need to run—the police are coming!”

Mr. Fu, full of fire and momentum, was confused and irritated at being blocked. “What the hell are you saying?”

“Let go of me! I need to teach this punk a lesson!”

“He already called the police!” She snapped. “They’ll be here any minute! Don’t you get it?! Run!”

But her husband didn’t believe her. He sneered, “Calling the cops over a bunch of kids fighting? That’s a bluff! Don’t fall for it, you idiot! Out of my way!”

“Guys, thanks for coming out today!”

Just as the group of rowdy men was about to barge in, Xia Mian calmly walked around behind them and shut the office door.

They all turned around, stunned. Xia Mian smiled sweetly. “Well then, go ahead and do it. Personally, I think a few days in jail for Fu Peng’s mom is too light.”

She looked at the weapons in their hands, one by one. “Assault with a deadly weapon… that should get you a few years minimum, right?”

Then she looked at Fu Peng. “Oh dear, now your dad’s going to jail too. Tsk, tsk—both your parents, convicted criminals.”

Fu Peng burst into tears. “Dad, go! The police are coming! Don’t get arrested, don’t go to jail!”

Mr. Fu was still chuckling in disbelief when the sound of police sirens came from outside.

His expression changed instantly. “Wait… they actually called the police?!”

His wife shouted angrily, “I told you, but you wouldn’t listen!”

Mr. Fu quickly spun around, panicked. “No, no—everyone, out!”

But Xia Mian had already stood firmly in front of the door.

“Get out of the way, you little bitch!”

One of the men reached out to push her. Xia Mian snatched the stick from his hand and shoved him back hard. “Go ahead, try it. If I get injured, not only will you all go to prison, you’ll also pay so much you’ll lose even your pants!”

These guys had just been brought along to make a scene. None of them had real grudges, and with the sirens getting louder outside, none of them dared to make a move. They muttered, cursed, and pushed around, but Xia Mian firmly stood her ground.

Only when the sirens stopped in the school courtyard did she finally step aside and open the door.

“You can run now,” she said with a cheerful smile. “But…” she tilted her head thoughtfully, “if you flee the scene and get caught later, I think they add another charge for that.”

These men didn’t dare run, but neither could they stay. They turned to Mr. Fu in a mix of anger and panic, scolding:

“It was just a kids’ fight, and look what you’ve turned it into!”

“Exactly. Since when do adults get involved like this? You’ve really spoiled your kid rotten.”

“What a f**k!”

Mr. Fu was fuming, his blood pressure skyrocketing, but he had no way out—he didn’t even dare say anything threatening.

Xia Mian sneered, “Oh? Now you know how to reason and behave like a human being?”

“Earlier, you really were just playing dumb to bully people, weren’t you?”

When the police arrived, they had initially expected a minor dispute, only to discover that it had escalated to a case of armed assault. They immediately called for backup and dispatched two vehicles to take everyone involved into custody.

As Xia Mian sat down to give her statement, she was still thinking about how to push the matter toward a charge of insulting a fallen martyr. She was determined to teach Fu Peng’s family a painful lesson.

But she didn’t even get the chance.

Before she could do much, the police had already detained the Fu couple on the spot. Apparently, the wife would be detained for six or seven days, while her husband would stay a bit longer. Though it didn’t amount to formal sentencing, in this day and age, it was more than enough to ruin their reputation in the neighborhood.

The other parents who had come to testify looked at Xia Mian and Ning Shaobai with a mixture of awe and fear—as if the words “connected to powerful people” were written all over them. Some even tried to cozy up.

But Xia Mian herself was completely confused. She glanced at Ning Shaobai, who shook his head. “Not me,” he murmured quietly. “It’s probably because of Ding Sijin’s father.”

Fallen soldiers often have comrades who survive them and quietly look after the orphaned children. Even if they couldn’t be there every day, there were definitely people in place making sure Ding Sijin was protected.

Later, Ning Shaobai’s guess was confirmed. As they were getting ready to leave, a police officer who looked like a senior official walked over. He gave Xia Mian a formal salute and said, “Thank you for standing up for this child. Otherwise, we might not have known what she was going through.”

He then gently patted Ding Sijin’s head. “You’re a good kid. Your father was a great man. Study hard and don’t bring shame to him. If you ever run into trouble again, come find us.”

For the first time, Ding Sijin, who hadn’t spoken a word this whole time, looked up. “You knew my dad?”

The officer smiled kindly. “I didn’t know him personally. But I’ve heard of him. He was someone worthy of deep respect. I hope you grow up to be like him.”

He didn’t mention how Ding Mingjin died, which likely meant he had perished on a classified mission. Perhaps not even his body had returned to his family.

Hearing those words, a light finally returned to Ding Sijin’s eyes. This place… was different from everywhere else. Here, no one laughed at her or bullied her. Here, when they spoke of her father, they did so with respect.

That respect felt like strength surging through her, giving her confidence and making the world a little less scary.

Xia Mian could sense the defenses around her softening, just a little.

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