CHAPTER 174: CHAPTER 150: THE INVOICE (PART 3)

"You called the police on me, fine, but now you come to my parents’ house to threaten me?"

"Why are you so unsympathetic? My niece has a date tomorrow, if she doesn’t have a new dress, she won’t find a suitable match, and by then, I’ll hold you accountable!"

"Besides, it’s just a few old dresses, must you fuss over it this much? You have so many new dresses in your closet that you haven’t even worn, you’re just using this opportunity to teach me a lesson, don’t think I can’t see through you!"

"I already said, I’ll take responsibility for the missing dress, and when Fu Yu returns from his trip, I’ll pay you back."

"Why won’t you let this go?"

"Are you trying to ruin a young girl’s life? If she can’t find a match, and ends up marrying into a worthless family, wouldn’t that be a disaster?"

Jiang Xin truly didn’t want to talk to a fool.

What Mrs. Fu said, winding around endlessly, was simply thoughtless!

It was a joke. Her niece’s marriage prospects had nothing to do with her.

So, Jiang Xin couldn’t tolerate it anymore and directly rebutted:

"Your niece’s matchmaking prospects have nothing to do with me—that’s not my concern."

"Right now, all I care about is whether I can get my dress back. If not, I have the right to hold you accountable."

"I advise you to think clearly, the price of one dress is over one hundred yuan. If you insist on having them return four dresses, you’ll have to bear that loss alone."

"The one hundred yuan would take your son half a month at sea to earn, are you sure it’s worth it?"

At this moment, Jiang Xin figured out that Mrs. Fu is a classic case of a ’pig teammate’, but she doesn’t believe that Mrs. Fu’s niece would be more important than her own son if compared.

If after speaking this much, Mrs. Fu still doesn’t get it, then she’s truly beyond saving.

Mr. Fu was anxious, pacing around, unable to hold back any longer, he directly advised:

"Dear, I urge you to be sensible."

"That one hundred yuan isn’t a small sum for us."

"You need to realize, how much does our son earn in a year? Earning one hundred a month is unrealistic."

"I know you’re thinking of your family, but you also need to consider our son, think about Fu Yu. He’s already at that age, and we even lack a house, you can’t always favor your kin over him!"

After hearing Mr. Fu’s words, Mrs. Fu, already steamed up with anger, found them painfully harsh:

"What are you saying, am I really neglecting our son? My niece is already that grown-up, is it not normal to care for them?"

"Moreover, what’s wrong with what I did? Jiang Xin truly is heartless! My niece is that old, yet hasn’t worn a new dress."

"Jiang Xin has so many new clothes, what’s wrong with giving one to my niece? Is my request unreasonable?"

"Besides, these dresses supposedly worth six hundred yuan, that’s just her word. Who knows how much those dresses actually cost her?"

"She could very well be inflating the price, I don’t believe a simple dress could be that expensive!"

"In my opinion, her five dresses at most are worth a bit over a hundred. She’s deliberately stating a higher price to mess with me."

After saying this, Jiang Xin laughed in exasperation. Taking advantage of the moment, she reached into her bag and covertly accessed the space within.

From the space, she accurately found the items left by the original owner, which included the receipts for these dresses.

The receipts from this era were all handwritten, making them impossible to fake, even including the purchase date. She took the receipts out directly.