After the innkeeper’s description, Cheng Su briefly compared the suspect in her mind and quickly realized who the thief was—it was her—He Xing, the one who had been repeatedly picking on her. She couldn’t help but click her tongue in disdain.
Speaking of He Xing, Cheng Su had heard about her from the other military families. Although her husband, Zhong Dabin, was a platoon leader, they lived rather modestly because of their poor family background, and He Xing regarded money as even more important than her own life.
But no matter how tight things were, weren’t they still better off than the farmers who faced the loess and backed the sky, toiling in the fields for food? How could she lack these few dollars? And, her husband was a dignified soldier; yet He Xing would stoop to such petty thievery, truly disgusting.
Upon hearing the full story, Ying Xiaoya also had a moment of realization, saying, "I also saw the dress today by chance, and I thought you were selling it. I didn’t expect it to be like this. Aiya, how can your compound have such people? Living together in the same compound and still resorting to stealing and skulking around, aren’t they afraid of shaming themselves under the open sky?"
"In this world, there are all sorts of people. It’s nothing new!" Cheng Su said with a slight smile.
"Now that you’ve caught the thief, what will you do?" asked Ying Xiaoya, curiously. She was quite interested in seeing how the emotionally intelligent Cheng Su would handle the situation.
"Let me think about it, I can’t come up with anything on the spot," Cheng Su said with a smile.
Ying Xiaoya exclaimed "Oh," then asked her, "What’s been going on with you these past few days? Haven’t slept well, or what’s wrong? You seem a bit down, and your complexion doesn’t look good, a bit haggard!"
Cheng Su touched her cheek and couldn’t bring herself to mention the cold war with Qi Taiguo. She forced a smile and said, "Probably just didn’t sleep well!"
After parting ways with Ying Xiaoya, Cheng Su looked up at the sky; it was time to stop avoiding and head home.
Returning home with a heavy heart, Qi Taiguo wasn’t there, which made her breathe a sigh of relief but also left her a bit disappointed.
After tidying up the bedroom, she noticed a note on the dining table. Qi Taiguo had gone to a neighboring city, on some mission, and might return late.


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