From Cannon Fodder to '80s Tycoon with My Space Supermarket-Chapter 158 - 145: Can’t Get Them Back

Chapter 158: Chapter 145: Can’t Get Them Back
In that case, how can we even return them?
Mrs. Fu looked distressed, standing there, hesitant, with an awkward expression on her face.
Seeing this, Jiang Xin raised her eyebrows, thinking that it’s almost certain—those new clothes are likely gone for good.
Originally, Jiang Xin didn’t intend to minimize the issue or let it slide; after all, why would she choose to call the police in the first place?
It was to bring the matter out into the open, rather than handling it privately and casually.
If left unchecked, it would happen again and again; with Mrs. Fu’s temper and personality, unless she suffers a significant loss, she won’t learn a lesson.
Mr. Fu’s words seemed to bring a sense of authority; although Mrs. Fu calls the shots and runs the household,
If faced with serious issues, she truly doesn’t have the clarity Mr. Fu does.
At least right now, the solution to the problem is clear.
Admitting her mistake and hurrying to return the stolen clothes—this way, she might still seek leniency, but if she refuses to return them, the consequences would likely be dire.
A three-year or two-year sentence wouldn’t be out of the question.
After hearing Mr. Fu’s words, everyone nodded, feeling that what he said was very reasonable.
So then, this whole group sat there one by one, waiting for Mrs. Fu’s response.
After all, Mrs. Fu’s nemesis had only spoken from her own perspective, merely speculating.
No one knew where Mrs. Fu had taken the stolen clothes.
There’s a fifty percent chance they’re at her family’s house, and a fifty percent chance she sold them—both possibilities are on the table.
So, everyone sat there waiting for Mrs. Fu’s answer.
To see if she truly, as her nemesis said, gave the stolen clothes to her nieces at her family’s house.
If it’s true, then Mrs. Fu is completely clueless.
Upon hearing Mr. Fu’s words, Mrs. Fu fell into a long silence.
Everyone waited a long time, but didn’t hear Mrs. Fu utter a word.
As people grew impatient, the villagers began to push:
"Why are you dawdling? Hurry up and say where you hid the stuff, cooperate with the police."
"Look at the time, everyone’s waiting for this matter to be resolved so they can go home for dinner. If you stall any longer, it’ll be dark soon."
"Exactly, don’t waste everyone’s time here."
Under the mounting pressure of the crowd, Mrs. Fu’s face grew gradually pale because she didn’t know how to respond.
In the end, as people’s impatience intensified, Mrs. Fu had no choice but to grit her teeth and say:
"I gave the clothes to my nieces at my family’s house."
"They’re at quite an age; they’re the same age as Jiang Xin, but since childhood, they’ve never worn new clothes."
"Looking at them now at the age of matchmaking, if they don’t have good clothes, how will they make an impression? So, that’s why I acted wrongly; I had good intentions for my nieces."
"Can’t you all understand and put yourselves in my shoes, forcing an elderly woman in her sixties—is your conscience not troubled?"
What Mrs. Fu said contained a degree of moral coercion.
Even in such a moment, she didn’t forget to feign pity—who does she think would sympathize with her after hearing her words?
It’s extremely laughable!
Jiang Xin, having lived in this era for quite a while, has quarreled countless times with Mrs. Fu.
However, never felt as speechless as today.
Listening to what Mrs. Fu said, because she felt her nieces were pitiful, she stole Jiang Xin’s clothes for them.
Truly laughable, utterly absurd.
"What does your nieces’ shabby clothes have to do with me?"