Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 231 - 231 231 The Disgraced Man's Winery (3)_1

Chapter 231: Chapter 231 The Disgraced Man’s Winery (3)_1 Chapter 231: Chapter 231 The Disgraced Man’s Winery (3)_1 Lin Jiazhong’s reason seemed plausible, and Lady Ma gazed at her husband eagerly, knowing his thoughts were the same as hers.

Although reassured, she still felt a deep sense of loss.

A daughter-in-law could never compare to a son in importance, after all.

Just as the crowd was beginning to believe them, Xia Zheng suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth, and from a gap in a cabinet, he pulled out a dirty, half-dry robe.

The robe was covered in mud spots, especially around the chest area, where there were not only mud spots but also many suspicious red stains.

Xia Zheng shook the robe in his hand and said with a faint smile, “Old Master Lin’s words are very persuasive, which leaves me no choice but to admire them.

However, I would like Old Master Lin and Elder Young Master Lin to explain this garment.

If it was worn for driving a carriage, why are there traces of red brick powder on it?

Don’t tell me it was worn by your mother when she stole the bricks—this robe is long enough to make a blanket for her.

If she wore this to steal, wouldn’t she be waiting to trip and be caught?”

Lin Yongcheng was nearly a head taller than Lady Ma, and since men’s clothing is already loose, Lady Ma couldn’t possibly wear it—this robe was yet another piece of strong evidence.

With one piece of evidence after another laid out before them, Lin Yongcheng could no longer deny his guilt, even as Lady Ma tried to take the blame onto herself.

The name of the thief was already branded upon Lin Yongcheng by everyone there.

Hearing the surrounding crowd scold and chastise Lin Yongcheng, Lin Yuan suddenly whispered in Xia Zheng’s ear, “How did you know the robe was hidden there?”

Truth be told, she had also thought of looking for the clothes Lin Yongcheng had worn during the theft, but without a definite target, she really didn’t know where to start.

Surely they couldn’t literally turn the place upside down as Jiazhong had said—if they had found something, it would be fine, but if they hadn’t, they would have given the Lin family another reason to accuse Lin Yuan of slander.

Xia Zheng raised an eyebrow with a sly smile, “Beg me, and I’ll tell you.”

Seeing his smug expression, Lin Yuan felt her teeth itch with irritation, and with a tilt of her chin, she ignored him.

Now that the red bricks had been found, and the thief identified, what remained was how to handle the situation.

At this moment, Lin Yongle was still muttering to himself quietly—alternating between pleading and laughing.

Plus, with the incident involving Lin Yongcheng, Lady Ma hadn’t had time to clean up his soiled clothes, and within a short period, he had managed to make a complete mess.

The entire room was filled with a foul, nauseating stench.

Since the thief had been caught, Lin Yuan was no longer willing to endure the free role of air purifier in his room.

She took her aunt and left first.

Xia Zheng naturally followed closely behind.

As the head of the family, Lin Jiazhong was unable to clear his son of suspicion, but he still needed to step forward and mediate with Lin Yuan, hoping to satisfy her and prevent this matter from reaching the ears of the town’s school.

Seeing his eldest son standing rooted to the spot in a daze, Lin Jiazhong grew angrier the more he looked at him, and with a kick to the back of his leg, he cursed, “You good-for-nothing!”

Lady Ma hurriedly embraced her son, who was bending over in pain, tears and snot flying everywhere, “What are you doing, his father?

Do you want Ah Cheng to end up like Ah Le before you’re happy, is that it?”

“A doting mother indeed spoils her son!

Look at this fine son you’ve raised!

Humph!” Flinging his sleeve in anger, Lin Jiazhong held his nose in disdain and glanced at his younger son, who was still mumbling on the kang, before striding out the door.

Lady Ma didn’t dare to speak out against him.

Only after Lin Jiazhong had left did she mutter to herself in a low voice, full of resentment, “Yes, the son I raised, the son I raised all by myself!”