Chapter 319 The Scoundrel Young Master 5 (1/2)

Chapter 319 The Scoundrel Young Master 5 And Zi Xi, the recipient of so many betrothal gifts, just stood quietly in the corner, her head bowed and eyes lowered.

Just as all the betrothal gifts were moved into the house, the Shen couple were busy showing them off to their neighbors. Zhou Qingjian's face turned ashen, while Shen Yurong was consumed by internal strife, burning with jealousy.

Zi Xi suddenly frowned slightly, one hand quietly pressing against her lower abdomen, a hint of suppressed pain showing on her face.

"Mother... I... my stomach suddenly hurts a little, I want to go back to my room and lie down for a while..."

She gently tugged at Zhao Xiulan's sleeve, her voice barely audible.

"Go away, you spineless coward, can't even handle this little bit of situation?"

Zhao Xiulan was currently flattered by her neighbors' compliments and had no time to investigate further. She dismissed it as a minor flaw or shyness and waved her hand impatiently.

Zi Xi felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She hunched over slightly, pretending to be enduring discomfort, and walked quickly into the small room next to the main room under everyone's gaze, gently closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, the pained and weak expression on her face vanished instantly, and her eyes became extremely calm.

She pressed herself against the door, listening intently to the commotion outside in the main room.

The bicycle, sewing machine, radio, and the three thousand yuan dowry were all carefully moved into the main house where the couple lived.

A smile appeared on Zi Xi's lips.

The opportunity has arrived; the people who will recruit you are here.

Zi Xi focused her mind and held her palms against the wall, wanting to see if she could collect things through the wall.

A thought arose.

The pork, five dollars, a brand-new bicycle, a sewing machine, a radio, and a watch, along with the three thousand dollars, vanished instantly from the main room.

Zi Xi reached out again, and a brand new watch appeared on her bed.

Zi Xi almost burst out laughing, but she quickly regained her composure, exhaled softly, and regained a perfectly measured weakness before opening the door and walking out again.

Are you feeling better?

When Zhao Xiulan saw her come out, she casually asked a question.

"I feel much better after resting, Mother."

Zi Xi nodded timidly.

After a while, a neighbor, out of curiosity, wanted to see the rare three-turn-one-sound device again.

Shen Jianguo, beaming, pulled out his keys, ready to open the main door again and show off.

The key turned, and the door opened.

Shen Jianguo's smile froze instantly, then turned into extreme astonishment and panic.

"Wh...what?! Where...where is the thing?!"

He let out a distorted roar, rushed into the house, and frantically searched for the contents.

"It's gone! It's gone again! Good heavens! What happened?!"

Zhao Xiulan followed her in, followed by the same shrill scream.

The neighbors, who had just been admiring and flattering them, were all dumbfounded, and then a louder discussion broke out.

"Gone again? It was just stolen yesterday, and now the betrothal gifts that were just given are gone too?"

"What evil has befallen the Shen family? Or are they being targeted by someone else?"

"My God, the three-wheeled watch and one-ring! Three thousand yuan! Just like that, it's gone?"

"How could it be stolen even when locked inside? This thief must be incredibly resourceful!"

Zhou Qingjian, who hadn't left, was initially stunned by the chaotic scene, but then a barely perceptible hint of schadenfreude appeared on his face.

They even complained about the betrothal gifts he brought, but they ended up losing all of them!

"It must be a thief! It must be one of those jealous hooligans in the village!! Call the police, call the police now!"

Shen Yurong was completely dumbfounded; nothing like this had happened in her previous life!

Amidst the chaos, only Zi Xi remained quietly standing in the corner, minimizing her presence.