Chapter 8 The Pot Price
Me? Theft?
What did I steal?
In the interrogation room, I stared miserably at the two officers, one man and one woman.
I protested my innocence loudly.
They both laughed.
The male officer cleared his throat. “Ahem. Be serious. Everyone who comes in here claims they’re innocent.”
The female officer tried not to smile. “Jiang Si, relax. Just answer our questions.”
“Okay.”
I nodded hard.
I racked my brain trying to remember what I could have stolen.
I came up empty.
Until the female officer spoke again. “Jiang Si, did you visit Sheng Yi’s home six months ago?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember taking anything from his place?”
“I took… half a pot of Braised Pork? He reported me for that?!” My eyes went wide.
“The meat isn’t the issue. The pot is.”
“What’s wrong with the pot? It’s not made of gold.”
I muttered under my breath.
“That pot cost 1800!”
What?!
My legs went weak. I almost dropped to my knees right there.
“Officers, listen to me—I only wanted the Braised Pork inside…”
I burst into tears.
How was I supposed to know the pot cost 1800?
If I’d known, I would’ve dumped it onto a plate and taken that instead.
Now what?
When my future cellmate asked why I was in, what would I say?
Stole half a pot of Braised Pork, got six months?
The female officer looked at my tear-streaked face and sighed. “The amount isn’t huge. Why don’t we let them talk it out?”
“Fine.”
Before leaving, she reminded me to return the pot quickly and show a good attitude, or I could still end up detained.
Nice one, Sheng Yi.
Pure revenge.