Why Si Mingjing’s handbag contained pudding balls wasn’t Lu Xiangcheng’s primary concern; the police would naturally handle that. His main focus was his daughter’s water gun.
Lu Xiangcheng’s gaze, burning with fury, landed on Miss Wei. Si Mingjing had Mo Yinhe’s protection, but Miss Wei did not. She explained repeatedly, yet she couldn’t make the situation clear. She had been frad but couldn’t find the real culprit, and tears of desperation stread down her face.
She was just a kindergarten teacher. Although she held a master’s degree from a top-tier university, her family background was very ordinary. How could she possibly afford to offend century-old prominent families like the Lu Family and the Ye Family?
If the Lu or Ye Families indiscriminately accused her and beca convinced of her guilt, she would surely be fired. This incident would then be recorded in her file, and who would dare to employ her after that?
At that mont, Miss Wei desperately wished for a godlike man like Mo Yinhe to protect her, just as he protected Si Mingjing.
"The culprit isn’t her!"
Just then, Miss Wei heard what sounded like a voice from heaven.
Si Mingjing, despite having beco the target of everyone’s accusations, still found the composure to concern herself with others’ affairs.
Si Mingjing stepped up to Miss Wei’s side and said, "Just like , she has been frad."
Miss Wei looked at Si Mingjing, her eyes filled with gratitude. She hadn’t expected that, with so many parents remaining silent, it would be Si Mingjing who finally spoke up for her. At this mont, even such a simple statent was enough to make Miss Wei feel eternally grateful.
"Where is the evidence?" Lu Xiangcheng asked.
Si Mingjing, perfectly calm and composed, replied, "Clearly, Miss Wei, Lu Nannan, and I have all offended the sa person.
We’ve all beco the targets of their revenge.
That person first swapped Lu Nannan’s little water gun, then placed it in Miss Wei’s office drawer.
The person calculated that the matter would definitely blow up. Anticipating that everyone’s belongings would then be searched, they planted the pudding balls in my handbag in advance.
Their plan was clever, almost perfect. Unfortunately, they made one little oversight, which will soon expose them. Truly pitiful."
Si Mingjing feigned regret, shaking her head. Even though she was the one seemingly trapped in a desperate situation, her tone was sympathetic, as if pitying the culprit. Her words piqued everyone’s curiosity.
Mrs. Lu asked directly, "Miss Si, what do you an by ’one little oversight’?"
Si Mingjing walked to the cabinet where the bags were stored, stared at her own handbag, and said,
"I’m very particular about taking care of my expensive leather bags. I always apply a special polish to the surface of my handbag before going out to prevent dust.
I concocted this polish myself using materials I brought from Prison Star. It readily adheres to the skin’s creases and is difficult to remove.
Today, anyone here who touched my handbag would surely have gotten this polish on their hands.
Although invisible to the naked eye, this polish turns fluorescent green when exposed to a special solution. While not noticeable during the day, it becos clearly visible in the dark.
Therefore, we just need to bring a basin of water. If everyone soaks their hands in the solution, we’ll imdiately see who the culprit is."
People whispered amongst themselves. Isn’t this a common trope from TV dramas? It’s clearly a ruse to bluff the culprit. Those with a clear conscience would put their hands in the water to clear their nas, while the real culprit wouldn’t dare. That way, the culprit could be bluffed into revealing themselves. Everyone understood this but didn’t voice it, hoping the culprit wouldn’t realize it was rely a test of their psychological ttle.
Fang Jing also recognized this as an overused cliché from TV dramas.
"Mom," Fang Jing whispered, "Si Mingjing is trying to bluff the culprit. She’ll probably say that anyone whose hands change color is guilty. But I bet everyone’s hands will change color if they touch that solution, or maybe no one’s will. It’s a psychological trick. She might even try to claim that the one whose hands *don’t* change color is the culprit! Listen to , just boldly put your hands in the water."
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