Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 347 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 42

"Why don't we call the police?"

The office suddenly fell silent.

Song Xianyin calmly looked at her aunt: "Anyway, I didn't take that much money from her, and Qin Shiyi also said that she didn't steal it. Those few dollars can't just disappear for no reason."

"Call the police to investigate."

The aunt sneered, "It's only a few dollars. Why would the police care about such a small matter? You're so young, but you've got quite a few ideas."

"You didn't call the police, how do you know they won't do anything? If you won't call, I will. Let's see where your few dollars went." Song Xianyin said angrily.

Song Xianyin was determined to call the police.

The homeroom teacher was silent for a moment: "Qin Shiyi's parent, is it possible that someone else in your family took this money, or that you lost it outside?"

The aunt shouted, "I never take that much money with me when I go out. I only take what I need to buy groceries. It's impossible that I left it outside."

“Who else in the family would steal this money besides her? Her sister has always been obedient, and her brother is also well-behaved. Only she is silent all day long, and I don’t know what bad things she is thinking.”

Song Xianyin raised her voice: "What if they stole it?"

"Impossible!" Auntie replied immediately.

“Nothing is impossible. I’ll go to the police station right now and have them arrest us and question us one by one to find out who stole it.”

Qin Shiyi wiped away her tears and cried, "I want to go too. I didn't steal any money."

She also wants to find the police to clear her name.

The aunt's face showed some uncertainty, and her voice gradually softened: "The police won't get involved in these things, and a few dollars isn't much."

“A few dollars is a lot! I almost got fired!” Song Xianyin was even angrier.

The homeroom teacher whispered an explanation from the side: "The school won't expel someone for something like this."

This is illegal.

She glanced at her aunt and nodded: "In that case, let's go find the police, otherwise Qin Shiyi and Song Xianyin's reputations will be ruined."

The aunt was silent for a while, then said, "Forget it, I won't hold you responsible anymore. Let's just let this matter go."

She took Qin Shiyi's hand and prepared to go home.

"Walk."

Qin Shiyi clung tightly to the teacher, refusing to let go: "No, I want to wait for the police!"

This wasn't the first time her mother had wronged her. She had been beaten countless times since she was a child for "stealing money," and she never knew that she could call the police for this.

Yes, as long as the police are notified, they can find out who stole the money, and then she won't be wrongly accused.

Her aunt looked at her coldly: "Are you leaving or not?"

Qin Shiyi shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "I won't..."

Before she could finish speaking, her aunt slapped her across the face again.

Qin Shiyi burst into tears immediately from the pain.

"Don't hit the child!" The homeroom teacher felt helpless.

"What exactly do you want? You don't believe what they say, and you won't call the police. Do you want Song Xianyin to give you those few dollars? She's just a child and doesn't have that much money on her."

The aunt didn't reply to the homeroom teacher. She pointed at Qin Shiyi fiercely and said, "I'll let you off this time, but if you waste money again next time, don't come home."

Qin Shiyi looked at her aunt and trembled with fear.

After the two returned to the classroom, the homeroom teacher said on the podium that such monetary transactions were no longer allowed at school.

Although it's not mentioned in the school rules, doing these things will cause a lot of trouble later.

Right under the nose of the homeroom teacher, Song Xianyin returned the money that she hadn't yet used to draw to her classmate.

Several students looked distressed and refused to speak. The homeroom teacher glared at them, and they reluctantly put the money away.

The atmosphere in the class was rather somber all day.

As soon as my aunt got home, she immediately searched for her money bag, which she had hidden deep inside the closet.

She licked her fingers and counted the remaining money with trembling hands.

Sure enough, I lost a few dollars again today.

Qin Shiyi lives at school, so she definitely didn't steal the money. But who did steal it? Her aunt didn't dare to think any further.

Just then, the door creaked open and was gently pushed open.

A small figure tiptoed in, and his face turned pale instantly when he saw the person squatting in front of the wardrobe.

The little boy's eyes immediately reddened with fright, and he said in a trembling voice, "Mom, you're back."

The aunt nodded silently.

The little boy dared not stay any longer. He said in a panic, "Mom, Ah-hao wants to play with me. I'm going downstairs now."

After saying that, he ran off and disappeared.

The aunt sat on the ground, pinched her brow, and had a terrible headache.

The little boy didn't dare go home until the middle of the night.

When he got home, the lights in his mother's room were off, and food was still on the table.

The little boy wolfed down his food, then awkwardly put the bowl into the sink without even emptying the bowl.

He didn't dare stay in the living room any longer, and went straight to bed without even taking a shower.

The moon outside grew brighter and brighter, and the house was extremely quiet.

Auntie got up quietly. She looked at the basin in the kitchen and couldn't help but smile. This little rascal knows he did something wrong and knows to do chores now.

She poured the leftovers out of the bowl and began to quietly wash the dishes.

After washing the dishes, she gently opened his bedroom door.

He lay on his side, a small ball curled up in the thin blanket.

The aunt sat on the side of the bed, which sank in. She felt sorry for the boy because of the thin layer of sweat on his face, so she took a fan and fanned him.

A moment later, the door closed gently, and the room became quiet again.

The little boy glanced tentatively at the door, and only felt completely relieved when he saw that no one was there.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the bed, and accidentally touched something with his hand.

He grabbed it with some confusion and found it was a few sheets of paper.

When he saw what was in his hand, his eyes immediately turned red.

He wiped away his tears, feeling extremely guilty.

His mother treated him so well, but he still stole her money. When his mother found out, she didn't scold him; instead, she gave him a few more dollars.

The little boy covered himself with the blanket and cried secretly; he felt so sorry for his mother.

The next day, the aunt pretended nothing was wrong and called the little boy to get up and eat.

"Get up and eat quickly! You'll be late."

The little boy got up slowly and tentatively, looking at his mother's face. He found that she looked no different than usual, and that breakfast was even better today.

He sniffled, his eyes red.

He will never steal money again.

His aunt took him to school as usual and watched him wave goodbye to her.

She chuckled. Little boys are all a bit mischievous to some extent; hitting them definitely won't work, education is the way to go.

I believe that after what happened yesterday, he won't steal money again.

Their son, Youyou, is a very clever child.