When Chunhua saw that Sister-in-law Song admitted it, she was utterly furious. She had no evidence and was only guessing when she accused Sister-in-law Song, but she didn’t expect it to actually be her. This made her feel extremely disgusted and enraged.
A few drops of oil aren’t a big deal, especially since Chunhua is now working at Joy Soon Loy. Although her salary isn’t as high as Cheng Su’s, she’s been there for several years, and she even got promoted to a junior manager this year, bringing in more income for the family. So, the household situation is much more comfortable than it was a few years ago. Oil might be expensive, but it’s not to the point where they can’t afford to use it.
What really angered her was that as a neighbor, Sister-in-law Song would do such petty thievery. After all, everyone is neighbors. How could she do it? How could she show such a face?
There’s an old saying: distant relatives are not as useful as close neighbors. If neighborly relations are good, help can be quicker than waiting for faraway relatives. But can a neighbor who can’t keep her hands clean really be trusted? Is this reliable?
"We’re all neighbors. How could you do this? You..." Chunhua was so angry she couldn’t even speak.
Sister-in-law Song lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes, and stammered, "W-We are poor in our family..."
"Being poor gives you the right? Does being poor mean you can steal and rob?" Chunhua screamed.
Sister-in-law Song blushed and started crying, "Now that it’s used, what can be done? Do you want to call the police? Send me to the station."
"You—you, you do such shameless things and think you have a reason for it!" Chunhua’s anger almost drove her to hit her.


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