Mrs. Cheng stared blankly at the village chief, somewhat unresponsive. Although she was a village woman, she had lived most of her life and had some discernment.
The Old Jiang in front of her seemed like an important figure. As far as she knew, neither her family nor her late husband’s family had any wealthy relatives.
Mrs. Cheng pondered over this as she followed everyone into the living room.
"Xiao Li’s mom, why are you dawdling? Come in," the village chief urged as he saw Mrs. Cheng walking slowly at the back.
As the village chief prompted her, Mrs. Cheng returned to her senses and entered the room. She greeted Old Jiang and the others to take a seat and went inside to fetch tea leaves to prepare tea for the guests.
Old Jiang observed this and said to the village chief, "Tell her not to trouble herself, just sit down and let’s talk."
The village chief, hearing this, directly told Mrs. Cheng, "Xiao Li’s mom, stop bustling around. Old Jiang is asking you to come over and sit."
Mrs. Cheng left the room and then sat in the corner of the living room, appearing somewhat restrained. Old Jiang looked at Mrs. Cheng’s unsophisticated demeanor with a bit of displeasure.
However, since he had questions for her, he had to suppress his displeasure and said, "Mrs. Cheng, you don’t need to sit so far away. I won’t bite."
A mere joke, yet it made Mrs. Cheng even more apprehensive. She hesitated for a while before moving her stool to sit by Old Jiang.
Seeing Mrs. Cheng come over, Old Jiang then said to the town official and village chief accompanying him, "I have a few questions to ask Mrs. Cheng, please excuse yourselves for a moment."
The town official and village chief were taken aback but quickly stood up and left the living room. Seeing the village chief and others leave, Mrs. Cheng’s heart was filled with panic.
Old Jiang noticed Mrs. Cheng’s unease and comforted her, "Mrs. Cheng, don’t worry or be afraid. I’m not going to do anything to you. I’m here today to ask you a few questions."
"It’s , I want to ask if your daughter Cheng Li has a green bracelet, and I heard it was you who gave it to her, is that correct?"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Cheng’s face changed. How did this Old Jiang know about the bracelet? Could it be he was here for the bracelet?
Mrs. Cheng hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Yes, I gave it to her."
"Then, may I ask where the bracelet came from?" Old Jiang continued to inquire.
"This..." Mrs. Cheng’s face gradually turned pale, and even her speech became incoherent. To put it nicely, she got the bracelet from someone else. To put it bluntly, she stole it.
So now, when Old Sir Jiang asked about the origin of the bracelet, fear gripped her heart, thinking that her past actions from over a decade ago were about to be exposed.
"It was given to me by someone," Mrs. Cheng lied. She feared if Old Jiang had any connection to the bracelet’s original owner and found out she stole it, he wouldn’t let her off easily.
So, for her safety, she told a lie, pretending it was a gift rather than something stolen. This way, even if Old Jiang knew the bracelet’s owner, he wouldn’t do anything to her.
Because, as far as she knew, the owner of that bracelet was no longer in this world.
"Given by someone, who?" Old Jiang’s face darkened slightly, and an air of pressure descended upon her. Mrs. Cheng’s earlier panic and pale face told him that there was an issue with the bracelet’s origin. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel fire.net
"I, I..." Mrs. Cheng stammered again, she didn’t even know that person well. She only knew that the other party was a wealthy family’s miss, quite wealthy.