CHAPTER 150: CHAPTER 142: CARELESSNESS 3

As soon as the policeman finished speaking, the eyes of the people in the village who were watching the commotion all turned back to Mrs. Fu.

And then, after thinking about it carefully, they suddenly found that the policeman’s suspicion was very reasonable.

After all, as of now, all the evidence points to Mrs. Fu as the person most likely to have stolen her daughter-in-law’s clothes.

Mrs. Fu’s mind went blank for a moment, but she quickly reacted. Her current response, if she didn’t say a word, would only make people more suspicious of her, so she hurriedly spoke up to defend herself:

"Officer, you can’t just say that. How could I possibly steal her things? It’s simply impossible!"

"Besides, if I wanted to take her things, I’d just take them. I wouldn’t need her permission either!"

"I’m an old woman, almost sixty, and I walk straight, sit upright. I don’t fear being suspected. I didn’t do this."

Mrs. Fu spoke with her hands on her hips, her voice unusually loud.

However, her hand movements and the micro-expressions on her face directly exposed her inner thoughts.

Little did she know, what she thought she had hidden well had long been seen through by others.

At that moment, Jiang Xin suddenly sneered and couldn’t help but speak:

"Since you think you didn’t do it."

"Then how about listening to the officer and taking off the shoes you’re wearing to show everyone?"

"Let’s see if the prints on your shoe soles match the footprints on the windowsill, whether they’re from the same person."

"Wouldn’t that better prove your innocence?"

After Jiang Xin finished speaking, she turned her head to glance at the policeman.

Sure enough, the policeman nodded in agreement after hearing her words.

For Mrs. Fu, who is eager to defend herself, it would be better to simply take off her shoes and show everyone. It would prove her innocence more effectively and be more convincing.

All her verbal excuses held no credibility and only made people think she was struggling before the end.

The villagers saw this and quickly chimed in, urging Mrs. Fu to take off her shoes, suggesting that instead of dawdling, she should show them the soles to see if they really match.

If Mrs. Fu’s shoe prints matched those on the windowsill, the villagers would truly feel deceived by her.

After all these years living as neighbors, they felt utterly duped by Mrs. Fu usually.

She had played them, one by one, like fools.

Stealing the daughter-in-law’s clothes—it was lucky that Jiang Xin, the clever young girl, chose to call the police.

Otherwise, if it had been someone easy to bully, they’d have had to suffer in silence.

Mrs. Fu was now completely losing face. She had no choice but to take off her shoes today, whether she wanted to or not.

Mrs. Fu felt guilty inside but couldn’t show the slightest trace of it on the surface.

With the urging of the policeman and the villagers, she felt like her head was about to explode.

It felt like a demanding rush, extremely intense and overbearing.

Very reluctantly, Mrs. Fu took off her shoes.

Inside, she cursed Jiang Xin, calling her a troublemaker. For something as small as losing a few pieces of clothing, who would go to the police? It’s making a big deal out of nothing. If it happened to anyone else, they’d probably just accept their bad luck.

But not her. She had to stir up trouble, involving both the village and the police station.

Now, even at nearly sixty years old, Mrs. Fu had to be dragged into the mess.

Mrs. Fu was extremely hesitant as she removed her shoes. During the process, she even thought about what she would say if her shoe prints matched those on the windowsill.

And she felt unlucky because she hadn’t paid attention to such details when climbing through the window, leaving herself exposed.

It was really careless. After all, it was her own home, so she had always been relaxed. She hadn’t bothered much about the traces she left behind.

She was too relaxed.