Chapter 166 Stupid Fish, Choice

Bamboo Forest Residence.

Zhao Fang held some fish food, leaning back on the chaise lounge in the gazebo. With her plump fingers, she pinched a bit of fish feed and sprinkled it gently into the water.

Watching the fish scramble, mouths wide open, jostling and gulping, she couldn't help but smile.

She had to admit, this current employer was undemanding and didn't like to order people around, making her life much easier.

But it was just too boring.

No guests ever visited the house.

Song Xinyao? She claimed to be a friend, but frankly, she was just working for the young lady, so she didn't count as a guest.

Aside from that, among her colleagues...

Li Xinfeng was alright; he was about her age, but he was highly educated and never looked at her properly.

Liang Hanlin was passable—tall, sturdy, and strong—but unfortunately, he looked rough, was too much of a 'straight man,' and his job didn't require much skill, so he was easily replaceable and his monthly salary wasn't high either.

Not to mention the others.

"Sigh." Zhao Fang let out a soft sigh. Why couldn't she find someone suitable?

In her distraction, she wasn't paying attention, and more than half the fish food spilled out.

The fish were already full, but they didn't know when to stop and kept fighting for the food.

Zhao Fang curled her lip and muttered, "Stupid fish."

The words had barely left her lips when someone called out from behind her: "Zhao Fang."

Zhao Fang jumped, almost dropping the rest of the fish food, but luckily she caught it with quick reflexes.

"Housekeeper Shi, is something the matter?" She hurriedly put the caught fish food back into the container, feeling too guilty to look Housekeeper Shi in the eye.

Housekeeper Shi's expression remained unchanged as she said coolly, "Come with me."

"Where to?" Zhao Fang asked instinctively.

Housekeeper Shi didn't answer, simply leading the way.

Zhao Fang felt uneasy. As she was pondering, she saw Housekeeper Shi go back into the living room and call over Qu Shu, who was busy with flower arrangement. Her heart instantly relaxed.

Perhaps they were going out to buy supplies, and since one person couldn't carry it all, she was calling her and Qu Shu to help.

On the way, Zhao Fang was her usual chatty self, trying to find topics to talk to Qu Shu about.

Qu Shu was actually a bit annoyed. It was true that Zhao Fang was helpful, talkative, and lively, but she also liked to pry into other people's privacy. If the other person was highly educated, she was willing to interact, but if they were less educated, she would look down on them.

But since she had been hired by the young lady and was a colleague, Qu Shu thought they should just get along if they could, and keep their distance if they couldn't. Qu Shu had thought about reporting it, but then she reconsidered—everyone had different personalities, and in the workplace, one shouldn't just run to complain because a colleague was snobbish and she didn't like her.

She was just an ordinary employee herself.

So, Qu Shu chatted with Zhao Fang half-heartedly.

Even though her attitude was indifferent, Zhao Fang remained enthusiastic, not letting a single sentence drop.

They chatted the entire way.

When the car came to a stop and they arrived, Qu Shu got out first.

Zhao Fang belatedly turned her head to look at the surroundings.

"This is..." Her pupils trembled slightly.

Then, she heard Qu Shu ask with confusion: "Housekeeper Shi, why are we at the police station?"

Zhao Fang gulped hard. It felt as if sticky tentacles were climbing from her ankles up to her neck, and her scalp went numb in an instant!

Housekeeper Shi opened the car door next to Zhao Fang and said coldly, "Get out."

Zhao Fang couldn't move her feet.

"H-Housekeeper Shi, weren't we going to buy things? Why are we here?"

Everything was too sudden, and she hadn't managed to control her expression.

Her smile was as stiff as cold rice cake, both cold and hard.

"Yeah, why are we here?" Qu Shu scratched her head in confusion.

Housekeeper Shi lifted her chin slightly and pointed at Zhao Fang. "You'll have to ask her that."

"Her?" Qu Shu was puzzled.

A moment later, seemingly realizing something, she frowned and looked at Zhao Fang: "What did you do?"

Zhao Fang's lips trembled, unable to say a complete sentence.

Housekeeper Shi looked stern: "Confess to the police voluntarily, and you will be treated leniently. But if you continue to pretend, once we find substantive evidence, we will not forgive you, and you will go to jail. The young lady is kind-hearted and has given you a chance to choose. How will you choose?"

Qu Shu was full of question marks: Why confess? What chance to choose?

"I..." Zhao Fang hesitated.

She knew exactly what she had done.

But, but!

If Housekeeper Shi had really found evidence, why didn't she just call the police to arrest her instead of saying these probing words here?

Unless they didn't have any substantive evidence at all!

They were just bluffing her!

She had deleted the transaction records and bought top-tier replica bags to replace the originals. There were no cameras in the walk-in closet, so they certainly hadn't filmed her committing the crime.

Perhaps they had only discovered the existence of the fake bags and, knowing she supervised the cleaning team at Yujing No. 1, guessed that she had stolen them.

In a split second, Zhao Fang thought a lot.

The more she thought, the more confident she felt. "What's wrong? What am I choosing? Housekeeper Shi, what on earth are you talking about?"

She suppressed all her fear, and the words she spoke were so convincing that even she believed them. As she finished speaking, her face showed confusion and the sadness of being suspected.

To anyone watching, she looked like she had been wronged.

Housekeeper Shi hadn't spelled everything out earlier because she had intended to bluff her.

If she admitted it, then everything would be easy to handle.

If she held onto a fluke, thinking they hadn't found evidence, and chose to keep hiding it, she would have to seek help from the police.

After all, although all information pointed to Zhao Fang, they indeed did not have substantive transaction records as proof.

"I hope I have wronged you." Housekeeper Shi pulled Zhao Fang by the wrist toward the police station.

"I'm not going! Why should I go? You can't suspect me like this; this is an insult to my character!" Zhao Fang's eyes turned red, and she actually shed tears.

It even confused Qu Shu, who stood to the side, struggling with what she should do.

Housekeeper Shi was incredibly busy and didn't want to get entangled with her, so she simply laid it out: "You think because there are no cameras in the walk-in closet, we couldn't discover you?"

"You altered the inventory list, thinking you had pulled off a perfect deception, but as the manager, I can see your modification history in the backend."

"May 28th, 16:58. Do you remember now?"

Zhao Fang's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

In a moment of losing her soul, she was taken to the police station by Housekeeper Shi.

In the mediation room.

At first, Zhao Fang refused to admit it.

Until some time later.

The police brought in several documents.

"Nowadays, very few people are willing to make large payments in cash. Buyers, to avoid legal risks, usually choose safer online payments."

"Although you deleted the transaction records, we recovered them and can see that on May 30th, you received a transfer of 18,000 yuan from a user with the WeChat nickname: 'Xiao Wei Wei Doesn't Eat Sugar'."

"On May 31st, you received another transfer of 11,000 yuan from a user with the WeChat nickname: 'He'."

"On June 5th, you spent 19,600 yuan at a Chanel counter."

Housekeeper Shi was very shocked. "You actually stole two items? Aside from the bag, what else was there?"

Zhao Fang lowered her head, her hands tightly clasped together. She was scared, she was nervous, she was shaking, but she didn't answer.

The police officer looked up at Housekeeper Shi and said, "We checked Zhao Fang's Taobao account and found that she had purchased a high-quality replica bag and a high-quality replica diamond necklace."

Since it was a local, in-person transaction, the police quickly contacted the two buyers and had them rush to the station to identify her.

The moment the buyers saw Zhao Fang, they recognized her.

Only, she was dressed a bit more plainly today.

The two buyers were also very confused. "We saw on social media that she posted about luxury cars and mansions, so we thought she was really rich and didn't think much of it. We aren't breaking the law, are we?"

The police took them aside to take their statements and educated them to pay attention to prices when looking for a bargain.

A new bag worth forty thousand selling for eleven thousand, and a new diamond necklace worth over sixty thousand selling for eighteen thousand—no matter how you looked at it, it was suspicious.