Cheng Xining thought Ruan Lingyu would be as happy as she was; unexpectedly, Ruan Lingyu actually took Shen Mianmian’s side, which displeased Cheng Xining.
"How could it not be her who stole it? The stolen clothes were found in her bag, caught red-handed. How could she be falsely accused? No matter how much Xiaonan is willing to spend on her, she can’t change the faults she was born with. Maybe she’s been stealing money since she was little."
Hearing about being caught red-handed, Ruan Lingyu’s impression of Shen Mianmian worsened, and her eyes showed a trace of disgust, "What kind of person is this? Xiaonan must really be bewitched."
She didn’t want to have anything to do with someone like Shen Mianmian and said, "Let’s go!"
Having done something guilty, Cheng Xining felt somewhat uneasy. She didn’t dare stay much longer, especially since the clerk had seen her earlier. If Shen Mianmian saw her too, it was inevitable she would become suspected.
With that in mind, Cheng Xining and Ruan Lingyu walked straight past.
Shen Mianmian had been facing away from the entrance, but after the clothes appeared in her bag, she felt that something was wrong and subconsciously looked towards the crowd at the door. She just so happened to see two familiar figures coming out of the shop across the way.
Shen Mianmian frowned and turned to the clerk, "I want to ask, did anyone come into the shop while we were trying on clothes?"
The clerk was worried about how to handle the situation. Now that the clothes had been found, she didn’t want to trouble Shen Mianmian, since she was not the owner. But letting them go just like that, she feared others would think she was easy to talk to and that more thieves might come to steal. Upon hearing Shen Mianmian’s question, she thought carefully and said, "Yes, there was a beautiful girl who came in and asked me to find a size for her. I didn’t find it, and she left. Does this have anything to do with the clothes in your bag?"
Could they be accomplices?
With this thought, the clerk’s expression changed—had they lost more clothes, and she just hadn’t noticed?
"I think I know what happened,"
"What happened?" Yang Xiaoxi asked anxiously. It was her first time being treated like a thief, and the feeling of having an injustice but not being able to speak of it was too uncomfortable, especially with those people yelling about calling the police and stripping clothes.
The clothes were in their bag; they had no evidence to prove they didn’t steal them. If the situation escalated to the police and school, they might even lose points.
The clerk also looked at Shen Mianmian, wanting her to quickly finish speaking so she could go count the clothes in the store.
"The clothes indeed weren’t stolen by us, but I know no one would believe it if I just say so. Let’s do this; how much is this piece of clothing? We’ll buy it," said Shen Mianmian. Even if they said someone set them up, no one would believe it with the clothes in the bag; any further explanation would be useless. Shen Mianmian decided to simply cut her losses.
After all, once she left this place, nobody would recognize her, and with the internet not being developed, she didn’t need to worry about the issue escalating.
The clerk didn’t know what to do and, after hearing Shen Mianmian’s words, agreed immediately, "Alright then!"
Although Yang Xiaoxi felt wronged, she also knew there was no better solution at the moment.
The two waited for over half an hour, the crowd of onlookers had mostly dispersed, and the clerk confirmed that only that one piece was missing after checking. Content orıginally comes from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥
The clerk felt somewhat guilty when stating the price. The piece of clothing usually sold for over seventy, and she had only added a bit more money because Shen Mianmian was suspected of theft.
There was a price tag on it, all Shen Mianmian had to do was take one look to know the price of the clothing.