On her undergarment, there were two very distinct stains, and upon closer inspection, they were clearly footprints.
Who would step on her undergarment?
It couldn’t possibly be Qin Jian!
Besides Song Yueqin, who else could harbor such hatred toward her?
The living room was situated between the two bedrooms, and the balcony was at the end of the living room; it would be very easy for Song Yueqin to sneak in at night.
Song Yueqin coveted Qin Jian.
Everyone else might not know, but was she unaware?
"Bring it out!" An Hao looked up at Song Yueqin and said, "There’s no need to hide anymore; I know it was you."
Song Yueqin was shocked, and her palms suddenly broke out in a layer of fine sweat: "What are you talking about? I don’t understand!"
An Hao looked at Song Yueqin with a grim expression, "There’s a saying, ’guilt betrays itself, the more you try to hide.’ Stop playing the fool! It was you who took Qin Jian’s military shorts!"
If her undergarment could be stepped on and still hang on the clothesline, then why were Qin Jian’s shorts missing?
Anger flared in Qin Jian’s eyes as he turned to look at Song Yueqin and gritted his teeth, "Give me back my stuff."
Now that her act was exposed, Song Yueqin felt a chill down her spine, as if her whole body had fallen into an ice cellar, her blood freezing: "There are no... shorts... I didn’t take any. Perhaps, they were blown away by the wind or something."
"I’m giving you another chance, bring it out yourself. If I have to find it myself, it won’t look good for you," An Hao said irritably; the thief really had been eyeing her belongings.
If it hadn’t been for this morning’s preparations to go home, fearing the weather might turn and the wind might blow the clothes away, she would never have discovered the missing clothes.
And she would never have realized Song Yueqin had such sordid thoughts.
Suddenly, she recalled in her previous life, shortly after she married Qin Jian, Song Yueqin would often come to visit, and Qin Jian would occasionally lose socks or a military vest.
Qin Jian thought she had thrown them away on purpose, and she thought he was trying to pick a fight, but she never suspected Song Yueqin. Now she truly saw clearly.
"I didn’t take it! I really didn’t!" Song Yueqin adamantly denied.
An Hao didn’t waste words with her and quickly approached the door to the guest room, kicking it open with a bang.
Qin Fen, who had been sleeping on the bed, was startled awake by the sudden noise, sat up abruptly, staring with his hair in a mess at An Hao who charged in furiously.
"Sister-in-law... what are you doing... You shouldn’t just barge into your brother-in-law’s room without saying hello, that’s not proper," said Qin Fen.
An Hao ignored Qin Fen, her gaze sweeping the room and pausing on the luggage they had brought.
She strode over and unzipped the luggage, ready to start searching, but Song Yueqin rushed over and held it down, refusing to let go: "This is my stuff, you can’t just rummage through it."
"Get out of the way!" An Hao pushed Song Yueqin aside and began to search through the bag; finding nothing after a long time, she dumped all the clothes out.
And the last garment pressed at the bottom of the luggage, if it wasn’t Qin Jian’s military shorts, what was it?
An Hao was furious; she slapped Song Yueqin across the face back and forth, "Shameless!"
Then she threw the shorts fiercely in front of Qin Fen, "It’s not proper for a sister-in-law to take her brother-in-law’s clothes without a word, so is it suitable for a sister-in-law to take her elder brother-in-law’s shorts without any word?"