How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 94: Mastered the Skill_1

Qin Jin’s anger surged as he balled his fist to strike, but was promptly stopped by Mr. Song and Mr. Zhao.

"Injuring someone might end up backfiring if they blame you, not worth the risk."

After all, they could prove their innocence.

Li Qiao: "Jin, didn’t he accuse you of stealing his stuff? Let him present the evidence. If it’s slander, we’ll sue him for defamation." These days, the consequences of defamation seemed pretty serious if pursued.

The thief smirked triumphantly and immediately responded, "Sure, the evidence is in your bag. I saw him put it there with my own eyes."

Li Qiao: "What? In my bag?"

Qin Jin immediately realized he was being framed.

There was definitely something in the bag, and he wouldn’t agree to search it.

The thief taunted: "Won’t allow a search? Are you feeling guilty? Let me tell you, don’t even think about hogging it all. If I go down, you’re coming with me." The implication was clear, let me go if you know what’s good for you, otherwise you’ll be in trouble too.

"Damn! Daring to target me!" Qin Jin hated being manipulated, and his fist itched to strike again.

Witnessing this, everyone started to feel uneasy.

Could this dashing young man, with his rogue appearance, actually be an accomplice to the big guy?

"Open the bag and let us have a look."

"Yeah, my wallet’s missing." freewebnøvel.com

"My Golden Ring, my gold necklace, they’re gone too."

"..."

Li Qiao pushed forward, pulling down Qin Jin’s raised arm: "Jin, don’t be impulsive, let’s wait for the railway police to arrive to clear our names. We can’t fall into the trap of those with ulterior motives."

Qin Jin’s eyes narrowed slightly.

What did she mean?

Had she anticipated the thief’s intention and dealt with the stolen goods?

Definitely, otherwise she wouldn’t have emphasized the last sentence. He tacitly replied, "Alright, we’ll wait."

The thief was gleeful, waiting? Wait until he experienced the frustration of being right yet unable to prove it.

After a short while, the railway police arrived and inquired about what had happened.

Qin Jin was about to recount the events, but Li Qiao preempted him, concisely summarizing the situation.

The railway police searched Li Qiao’s luggage in front of everyone.

Besides clothes and stationery, there were some snacks, but nothing else.

The thief was dumbfounded and hysterical: "Impossible!" The things he had personally placed there had vanished. Did someone else with the same trade take it? "It’s impossible!"

"Impossible? Why are you so sure? Come with me!" The railway police brought out a pair of silver handcuffs and secured them on the thief before calling Qin Jin to give a statement.

The thief was utterly perplexed, the money and jewelry, where did they go? All those tens, if someone else took them, wouldn’t all his efforts have been in vain?

He wanted to confess but didn’t dare, looking back three steps at a stride, unable to speak.

"Hurry up and move!" commanded the railway police.

Following them through the connection between carriages, Qin Jin surreptitiously shoved the thief, who was walking normally.

The thief stumbled, nearly falling over.

Qin Jin, quick to react, caught him, and while holding the thief’s wrist, gave it a twist and a pull.

Dare to scheme against him, and an injured tendon would mean never stealing again in this lifetime!

After a scream.

"My wrist! What are you doing twisting my wrist, my wrist is broken..."

Qin Jin’s face was serene, his tone forthright: "I was kindly helping you up. When did I twist your wrist, comrade, did you see?"

The angle of the railway police only allowed them to see Qin Jin helping the person up. Moreover, since the incident occurred in a split second, even if it were an act of revenge, it was impossible to twist an adult’s wrist that quickly: "Behave yourself!"

The thief was sweating cold sweat from the pain. "My wrist hurts too much."

"Stop your tricks, confess for leniency, resist and it’ll be worse. Tell the truth..."

As the railway police questioned the thief, they signaled their colleague to take Qin Jin’s statement.

After giving his statement, Qin Jin calmly returned to his seat. The passengers who had been robbed asked him if the thief had returned their stolen goods.

"Not for the moment."

Qin Jin whispered to Li Qiao: "Was it you who transferred the goods beforehand?"

Li Qiao nodded slightly. "I kicked it under the seat across."

Qin Jin had a rogue’s temperament, and the letter of introduction he carried was different from what the school had prepared. If the item were found under his seat, it would inevitably raise suspicions, and if they were taken away for investigation, they would have to waste time proving his identity.

"Smart!" Qin Jin secretly gave a thumbs up.

He had always thought her to be clumsy, but now he realized that she had been naive before, trusting others without guard until those few times she was tricked and learned to become more cunning.

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The next day.

A train attendant, while cleaning, swept out a package from under the bench across.

The bag was open.

The golden glint inside was visible.

Li Qiao purposely said, "That’s a big wad of paper, oh, what is that shiny yellow thing?"

The attendant opened it and found jewelry and coins inside.

Then everyone understood why they couldn’t find anything on the thief; he had moved it earlier.

The heartbroken owners came one after another to claim their belongings.

The attendant, concerned about false claims, handed it over to the train police and asked the owners to go and register their details before reclaiming them.

After the commotion had passed, everyone reached their destination.

Exiting the station.

The bustling streets were teeming with people.

There were fashionably dressed city beauties, meticulous folk in Sun Yat-sen suits and peaked caps carrying document bags, workers in their work attire, and patrolling inspection teams.

The scenery around her felt incredibly novel.

It was everyone’s first time in the big city, and they were at a loss where to go at first.

Qin Jin stopped an inspection team, took out a cigarette as a gesture to clear the way, and asked like a brother, "Excuse me, how do we get to Guangyin Road?"

"Ah, that’s quite a distance. I’m afraid you won’t remember if I tell you all at once. Just go straight from here until you see that crossroad, right? Turn left there, walk till you find a co-op, and then keep asking from there."

"Thanks a lot."

Mr. Song said, "Your partner is quite sociable, isn’t he?" He gets along with everyone easily.

Li Qiao smiled with curved eyes.

Indeed!

Fluent and articulate, she liked him very much indeed.

Following Qin Jin, after many twists and turns and inquiries along the way, they didn’t find the hostel until two o’clock in the afternoon. After a brief rest, Mr. Song and Mr. Zhao discussed going to the examination site beforehand to prevent getting lost the next day.

Everyone unanimously agreed.

The examination site was located at a middle school, where the students were in class and the group couldn’t enter, only peering into the campus through the gate.

The brand new three-story teaching building stood on leveled cement ground.

The conditions were hundreds of times better than those of rural middle schools in small counties.

Mr. Zhao enviously said, "It would be great to teach here; the students would have much brighter prospects and bring honor to your face."

Mr. Song: "The children from the countryside are just as capable. If taught well, they bring honor all the same, like our Li Qiao."

Li Qiao smiled gently.

She agreed with eighty percent of Mr. Zhao’s words.

It’s not that the children from the countryside have no prospects.

Many notable people come from humble beginnings and achieve extraordinary things.

But the prerequisite is that their parents value education.

Take their village as an example, nearly everyone says that sending girls to school is no different from losing money, resulting in eight out of ten girls in the village being illiterate.

In their class of forty-five students, only fifteen were girls.

The boys were better off; even if they performed poorly, had no potential, their parents would unhesitatingly pull the girls with good grades out of school, either to marry them off or to earn work points to support the boys’ education.

Indirectly ruining the girls’ lives.

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