From Cannon Fodder to '80s Tycoon with My Space Supermarket Chapter 171 - 149: Patching Up for Another Three Years

Jiang Xin always has an attitude of being completely aloof and uninvolved.

Those few dresses, before Mrs. Fu ca over, had already been tried on by the nieces from her mother’s family.

It’s the season where the weather is quite hot, a bit of movent and you’re covered in sweat.

Especially in the countryside where facilities weren’t developed during this period, many couldn’t bathe every day.

Those dresses, after being worn by Mrs. Fu’s nieces, one can only imagine how sweaty and grimy they might be.

Jiang Xin is naturally a clean freak, she simply won’t wear things that others have worn.

So, she tends to feel if Mrs. Fu’s family doesn’t return the dresses, they should simply compensate her for her economic loss.

Moreover, Jiang Xin isn’t really interested in those princess-style dresses,

In her space, there are countless fabrics and silks of such kind,

She doesn’t even deign to wear them.

Let alone a few overly childish princess-style dresses.

So, Jiang Xin simply stood where she was, watching the commotion without a word, just silently observing.

After all, the police officer will ultimately assist her.

Jiang Xin trusts in the fairness and justice of the law.

Things remained tense; Mrs. Fu’s family kept denying, insisting they’d never seen Mrs. Fu steal those dresses from Jiang Xin.

Mr. Fu was extrely anxious, seeing Mrs. Fu just standing there like a pushover, not saying a word.

Mr. Fu was already quite annoyed, feeling that this whole ss was overwhelmingly distressing.

He directly spoke to Mrs. Fu’s family:

"Since the police have co to your door, don’t deny it; we’re sure before coming to your house looking for the dresses."

"If you don’t hand them over, you must bear certain legal responsibilities."

"This is called illegal possession of another’s property; it carries a sentence."

Mr. Fu didn’t really understand the law, but their eldest son had once had a dispute doing business in town and had been to the police station.

Mr. Fu was there back then, so he understood a bit; though not entirely clear, these words were enough to intimidate Mrs. Fu’s family.

Sure enough, after Mr. Fu finished speaking, with the police officer standing nearby, Mrs. Fu’s family instantly showed hesitation in their expressions.

After all, which is more significant; they’re aware of it.

If this caused them to be apprehended, it would hardly be worth it.

Their family’s reputation, compared to those dresses, is much more important.

Destroying the family’s reputation over this would be unwarranted.

Mrs. Fu’s relatives looked extrely disgruntled in their expressions.

Especially Mrs. Fu’s sister-in-law, whose face seed just as black as a pot’s bottom, extrely unsightly, and her glare at Mrs. Fu seed as if she wished to eat her alive.

After all, she never imagined the dresses would be taken back just as they arrived at their ho, still warm.

Especially since her eldest daughter was already scheduled to et soone for a match tomorrow.

If they had to return the dresses now, then tomorrow her daughter wouldn’t have new clothes to wear during the introduction.

Especially at this timing, the Departnt Store was about to close, even if they went now, it’s impossible to buy new dresses for her to wear.

Originally today, before Mrs. Fu ca over, her sister-in-law was planning to take the eldest daughter to the Departnt Store to buy a dress that would suit the occasion.

But even before they could head out, Mrs. Fu hurried over, presenting five dresses with particularly good designs.

At that ti, Mrs. Fu’s sister-in-law was quite excited, feeling that with these few dresses, they could save a significant expense.

Actually, based on their family’s financial situation, even if they did go to the Departnt Store to buy new dresses for the eldest daughter, they’d only choose the cheapest ones.

Just to have a new image, not to appear too shabby; after all, her daughters, from young to old, haven’t worn a new piece of clothing once.

From head to toe, it’s all second-hand clothes sent by neighbors.

Her intention for buying a new dress in the Departnt Store wasn’t really because Mrs. Fu’s sister-in-law loves her daughter as much, but because the family clothes were really unsuitable for the occasion.

Practically three years new, three years old, patching up for another three years.