CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 145: CAN’T GET THEM BACK

Mr. Fu has always been a person of integrity and can’t tolerate even a speck of dust in his eyes.

But right at this moment, Mrs. Fu’s actions are practically dancing crazily on his minefield.

Mr. Fu looked out at the police cars outside and the large crowd of villagers gathering noisily in the courtyard.

They were all there just to watch the spectacle.

His eyelids twitched immediately, filled with unbearable anger.

However, with so many people around, it wasn’t right for him to embarrass Mrs. Fu in front of the villagers.

So, he could only grit his teeth and swallow all his anger, planning to confront Mrs. Fu after everyone left.

Therefore, Mr. Fu didn’t speak on Mrs. Fu’s behalf, nor did he act as a mediator trying to downplay the theft as a family internal conflict.

He was simply providing proper guidance, urging Mrs. Fu to quickly hand over what she had stolen.

Mr. Fu frowned, thinking it hadn’t been long since Mrs. Fu took the items, so they shouldn’t have been sent out yet.

Now, having Mrs. Fu return them might still be timely.

If it turned out, as the villagers suspected, that Mrs. Fu really gave them to her niece from her maiden family, then they had to quickly get those few dresses back.

This would at least be an explanation.

Mrs. Fu originally looked extremely anxious, especially since everyone in the courtyard was criticizing her, with quite a few defending Jiang Xin instead.

Until the moment Mr. Fu came in, Mrs. Fu’s heart finally settled slightly.

She felt somewhat relieved.

After all, no matter what, although this old man was always bending outward, at the crucial moment, he would eventually side with her.

She couldn’t believe that in this situation, the old man would still be unclear and side with her adversary like before.

Expectantly, Mrs. Fu looked at Mr. Fu, knowing that Jiang Xin’s attitude toward Mr. Fu was a hundred times better than toward herself.

If Mr. Fu could assist her by speaking a few good words in the ears of the villagers and Jiang Xin, then maybe there would be another way out.

She certainly didn’t want, at her age, to actually end up at the police station.

That would be an embarrassment indeed.

If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have coveted those clothes in Jiang Xin’s wardrobe, which would have avoided much trouble.

For Mrs. Fu wasn’t foolish; she naturally knew the turning point hinged on whether Jiang Xin would forgive her actions.

If she forgave, this matter could be turned into domestic affairs.

The charge of theft would directly be removed.

This way, while there wouldn’t be any loss, she would have to swallow her pride a bit.

Mrs. Fu looked at Mr. Fu, desperately signaling him, hoping he could say a few words to help her.

After all, in this family, Mr. Fu had always been seen as a nice guy.

In past arguments with Jiang Xin, Mr. Fu had often sided with Jiang Xin.

Jiang Xin likely would remember this favor.

So, words from Mr. Fu might still carry some weight with Jiang Xin.

But, unfortunately, she was about to be disappointed.

Sometimes things just don’t turn out as one hopes.

Mr. Fu, under Mrs. Fu’s expectant gaze.

Simply opened his mouth, asking Mrs. Fu to quickly return the stolen items.

Mrs. Fu felt her world collapse instantly.

How could this be different from what she had imagined?

Of all things, the idea of returning stolen items was simply impossible.

Once things entered her maiden family’s side, it was like a sheep entering a tiger’s den; how could they be retrieved?

Besides, the few new clothes were truly beautiful. Whether it was style, cut, or fabric, they were all top-notch.

When she took them to her maiden family, her nieces couldn’t wait to divide up those dresses.

Not only did they strip off the tags, but they were also trying them on, each one delighted, and probably had already worn them by now.