Crybaby Transmigrated into a Little Husband Chapter 95

Chapter 95: 碰瓷

[Porcelain bumping *crash-for-cash scam]

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“What happened?” Tang Xiaobao froze upon hearing the words, clearly not catching them at first.

 

The waiter glanced at his boss, swallowed hard, then nervously blurted out, “A group of people came outside claiming our food made them sick. They even said someone died after eating here.”

 

As the waiter finished, Tang Xiaobao felt a chill run down his spine. Completely flustered, he’d never encountered anything like this before. Momentarily at a loss, his instinct was to rush out and see for himself.

 

But as he moved, someone grabbed his arm from behind. Turning, he found Lühe staring at him with clear disapproval in her eyes. “Madam, I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with your cooking. But those people claim someone died from eating our food. They must have ulterior motives. You should be cautious and not go out like this.”

 

Stunned by the news moments ago, Tang Xiaobao had now regained his composure. After a moment’s thought, he nodded to Lü He. “I understand, but I still need to go out and see for myself. I’m certain it’s not my food that’s the problem. I have to find out what those people are up to.”

 

Lü He watched Tang Xiaobao, impressed by his decisiveness and the resolve in his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and followed him out. She stayed close behind him the entire time, constantly alert for any danger that might appear from either side.

 

As soon as Tang Xiaobao stepped outside, he saw over a dozen people gathered in front of his shop. The already narrow alley was now packed tight. The ringleader kept shouting, “Everyone, look at this! They charge such high prices for their stuff. We finally get to eat here once, and who knew we’d risk our lives? You guys owe us an explanation!” The loudmouth leader spotted Tang Xiaobao emerging and, recognizing the owner, began shouting demands to approach him.

 

Seeing this, the waiter who had been maintaining order rushed over, shielding his boss in the center.

 

The crowd tried to surge forward but was repeatedly blocked. Finally, seeing Tang Xiaobao completely out of reach, they erupted in shrill, wailing cries: “Our second brother is dead! You won’t even give us an explanation? This is killing us!”

 

Tang Xiaobao had never witnessed such a scene before. Momentarily flustered, he was shielded by his servants. Glancing at the middle-aged man leading the group and then at the body covered in white cloth placed among them, a chill ran down his spine. But then he remembered why he had come here. He kept telling himself to stay calm. After a few seconds of composure, he looked at the crowd, who were now crying and shouting even louder, and said, “I assure you, the food from my shop absolutely cannot kill anyone. If you don’t believe me, you can report it to the authorities. We’ll have the magistrate handle it.”

 

Upon hearing Tang Xiaobao’s words, the man seemed to be struck by some hidden trigger, suddenly becoming even more agitated. He hurled a torrent of abuse at Tang Xiaobao, his words dripping with venom, accusing the young man of being utterly vicious.

 

Never having endured such foul language before, Tang Xiaobao flushed crimson. His chest heaving with rage, he opened his mouth, then steadied himself and replied calmly, “Let’s go to the magistrate’s office. Since you claim we killed your second brother here, let the authorities decide whether that’s true or not.”

 

As if anticipating this response, the man sneered with utter contempt. “No way,” he declared. “You’re giving me answers right here. Otherwise, we’re not moving. My poor brother’s waiting here with me.”

 

Unexpectedly, the man proved utterly unyielding. Tang Xiaobao found himself momentarily at a loss. They were blocking the only exit, trapping his people inside. Moreover, their numbers far outnumbered those in his shop. But recalling certain events from his past life, a possibility dawned on him. He studied the ringleader more closely—the man seemed to be constantly gauging his reaction—which only strengthened his suspicion.

 

In the end, Tang Xiaobao did not propose a private settlement. Doing so would prove his shop truly had something to hide, and the damage to their reputation would be irreparable. This was ancient times—unlike today, where everyone understood the nature of forced scams. If he didn’t clarify things, he would be the one to suffer the consequences.

 

Just as both sides stood locked in a standoff, Tang Xiaobao poised to unleash his helplessness in the face of sorrow, a large contingent of soldiers suddenly arrived. They addressed the completely unprepared group: “Someone reported a murder here. Who made the report? Where is the crime scene?”

 

Tang Xiaobao was momentarily stunned by the soldiers’ abrupt appearance. Even when the leader asked the question, he didn’t immediately register it. Seeing no response, the leader repeated his question, expecting the same silence as before. Unexpectedly, a remarkably calm voice came from behind: “It was me.”

 

Tang Xiaobao immediately turned toward the voice. Ji Ling stepped forward, dressed in a crescent-moon white robe. In his eyes, he seemed to glow at that moment.

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