Lou Yuanyuan looked embarrassed and wished she could sew their mouths shut, but the two of them were clearly oblivious to her feelings and kept stomping Qiao Xia on the ground to flatter Lou Yuanyuan.
Finally, Lou Yuanyuan could no longer hold back her smile, and her face clearly showed impatience.
Seeing this, Mrs. Fu poked Mrs. Zheng's arm hard.
Mrs. Zheng smiled awkwardly, "Look, I was so busy talking that I forgot to bring the gift I prepared for our little darling. I spent several days carefully selecting it..."
She rummaged through her bag and emptied everything out. "Where's the Pixiu I prepared? It's gone!"
Lou Yuanyuan just wanted to get rid of the two people as soon as possible, so she said perfunctorily, "Maybe it fell somewhere. It doesn't matter. I'll have someone go back along the road to look for it."
Mrs. Zheng suddenly shouted, "I know! It must have been that woman from earlier, the nanny's daughter, who stole the Pixiu I prepared!"
Lou Yuanyuan frowned and warned, "Don't make things up without evidence."
Mrs. Zheng, however, was already convinced that Qiao Xia had stolen something, and pulled Mrs. Fu aside to ask, "Do you remember, when we got out of the car, she was standing behind us?"
Mrs. Fu nodded in agreement and added many details, with Qiao Xia's raised eyebrow and glance becoming evidence in court.
Mrs. Zheng clapped her hands. "That's right! My bag zipper was undone at the time. She must have stolen the Pixiu from my bag while we were chatting. Otherwise, why would she suddenly run in front of us?"
Mrs. Fu was always echoing her words, and when she heard what she said, she thought it made sense, and even nodded in agreement with details she couldn't remember.
Lou Yuanyuan knew Qiao Xia's background, so of course she wouldn't suspect her of stealing, but Mrs. Zheng in front of her wouldn't let it go.
"You're young and easily embarrassed, and you feel ashamed that your nanny's daughter stole things, but this kind of thing absolutely cannot be covered up. She only stole from me today, but who knows how many she's stolen from your house behind the scenes?"
"If we don't catch her quickly, she'll hide the things somewhere else in no time."
Mrs. Zheng's loud voice attracted a lot of onlookers, which emboldened her even more. She strode aggressively toward Tang Xining's room.
In the room, Qiao Xia put the Pixiu on the little guy's head. Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, she couldn't help but pop the bubbles coming out of his mouth.
Since the little one spends most of his time sleeping in the nanny's room with Tang Xining, the entire room is completely covered with soundproofing material.
Qiao Xia vaguely heard the commotion outside, but she didn't realize that the person was coming for her until the door was kicked open from the outside.
Mrs. Zheng immediately noticed the Pixiu pendant around the little boy's neck and reached out to pull it down, saying, "I told you she stole it!"
"Wow!"
Qiao Xia slapped her hand away, but it was too late. The child's skin was delicate, and when Mrs. Zheng pulled hard, a glaring mark appeared on her neck.
Tang Xining quickly took the child into her arms and bounced him a couple of times, but he wouldn't stop no matter how she tried to soothe him, perhaps because the tightness was hurting him.
Faced with Lou Yuanyuan's angry gaze, Mrs. Zheng felt a little guilty, but she quickly shifted everyone's attention to Qiao Xia, "You motherless wretch, you've stolen from me! I'm calling the police! Come with me to the police station right now!"
Qiao Xia pushed the person away, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who stole your things?"
"You still won't admit that you took this Pixiu from my bag?"
Seeing that Mrs. Zheng was about to rush forward, Qiao Xia warily stood in front of Tang Xining, afraid that she might strangle the child again in her anger.
Tang Xining, who had been silent all along, pushed up her glasses. "I carved this jade Pixiu myself and had my daughter deliver it. You've mistaken me for someone else."
Mrs. Zheng scoffed, "Do you, a nanny, know what jade or gemstone is? And you even carved it yourself? You're just bragging without thinking. Give me back the Pixiu right now."
Qiao Xia took a deep breath. "You say this Pixiu is yours, what proof do you have?"
Mrs. Zheng got anxious, "I bought the Pixiu, what proof do you need? You are a vile seed born of a lowly wretch, a family of scoundrels. I don't have time to argue with you. Give the Pixiu back right now."
Qiao Xia's face darkened. "Since you insist on calling the police, then call them. But what if this Pixiu isn't yours?"
"How could it not be mine?"
"what to do?"
Seeing this, Lou Yuanyuan quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, "Qiao Xia, don't be angry. The misunderstanding is cleared up. There's no need to call the police."
Mrs. Zheng assumed that she was just feeling guilty because her family had stolen something, so she became even more arrogant.
She rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and threw it in front of Qiao Xia. "If you stole this Pixiu, chop off your hand. If you didn't, I'll kowtow and apologize to you."
"Okay, it's a deal."
Seeing that Qiao Xia agreed so readily, Mrs. Zheng snorted coldly, but she couldn't help recalling the specific details of the Pixiu's loss, and then forced herself to calm down.
A short while later, the police arrived, and as expected, they were acquaintances.
Zhao Yuncheng's gaze swept over the people around him, pausing briefly for two seconds when it landed on Qiao Xia before quickly looking away.
Zhao Yuncheng certainly wouldn't arrest someone just because of a few words from Mrs. Zheng. "Do you still remember what your Pixiu looks like and the details of its craftsmanship?"
"this……"
Mrs. Zheng was embarrassed. She had only picked out a similarly priced item from a roadside stall and put it in a bag; she had no idea about the details of its workmanship.
After thinking for a while, Mrs. Zheng reluctantly said, "The Pixiu was carved by that master so-and-so, and there are words he carved on the bottom."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xia gently removed the Pixiu from the little guy's head, then showed the bottom, looking around to let everyone see that there were no engravings on the bottom of the Pixiu.
"How could this be? How could it not be that you stole it?" Mrs. Zheng's mind went blank for a moment, and she refused to accept it no matter what.
In fact, once she saw the full appearance of the Pixiu, she was already certain that this Pixiu was not the one she had lost.
Even someone like her who knows nothing about jade could tell that this piece of jade must be very expensive.
Seeing that everyone's gaze towards her had changed, Mrs. Zheng stubbornly said, "Even if this Pixiu isn't mine, it doesn't mean that she didn't steal my things."
"How could her mother, a nanny, afford such fine jade? She probably stole it from somewhere."
The onlookers nodded in agreement, but couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy. They couldn't bear to give away such fine jade, so why should a nanny?
"Enough!" Lou Yuanyuan interrupted, "Qiao Xia is also my guest today. If you continue to make such slanderous remarks, I will ask you to leave."
“That’s right,” Zhao Yuncheng interrupted, “Do you have any other evidence?”
Mrs. Zheng broke out in a cold sweat. "After I got off the bus, she was the only one standing behind me. The things must be on her. If we search her, we'll definitely find them on her!"
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