Of Course, We Choose to Forgive Him

Of Course, We Choose to Forgive Him

"The owners of the shops you robbed will be coming over shortly."

The Police Uncle who had cuffed Lin Fan earlier led him down the corridor and said quietly, "You need to show a better attitude. Try to earn their forgiveness."

"If you can talk things out privately, apologize properly, and pay compensation, this matter can be put to rest."

"If they refuse and insist on handling it publicly, you'll be in real trouble."

"This matter can be big or small; it all depends on how it's classified. You understand, right?"

"I understand."

Lin Fan quickly replied, "Thanks, Uncle Wu. I'll treat you to tea when I get the chance."

"How did you know my surname is Wu?"

"It says so on your badge." Lin Fan pointed at the badge on Wu Guodong's chest.

"Heh, I forgot about that. Fine, go on. It's the room ahead. You'd better be smart about this, kid."

Wu Guodong smiled, then watched Lin Fan enter the room and shook his head.

"Such a fine young man—why did he suddenly lose his mind and go do some kind of performance art?"

"Sigh, foreign culture really is poison."

Outside the door.

Lin Fan steadied his breathing. Thinking of Wu Guodong's words only made him more helpless.

But there was no helping it. Although the Saintess, that Tigress, had caused this mess, nobody else knew that. In the end, the one who had to wipe her ass was him.

He pushed the door open and entered.

Lin Fan was just about to apologize first and make his attitude clear.

Yet at a single glance, he found over twenty people staring at him in unison, their eyes practically glowing!

What was going on?

Lin Fan's scalp prickled.

They couldn't all be refusing, could they?

However...

Before Lin Fan could even speak, they all stood up, each wearing a brilliant smile.

"Little Lin, you haven't suffered, have you?!"

"Tell me, what kind of nonsense is this? I already said I wouldn't pursue this matter, that I wouldn't pursue it. What was the big deal? Yet the police still went and arrested you. Look at the mess this has become."

"Little Lin, if there's anything you need, just tell Uncle and Auntie. We people may not have much ability, but we can still handle a few small troubles."

"Little Lin, you must be hungry, right? I saw that you seem to really like our buns, so I brought some for you..."

"And my milk tea shop too..."

"Are you cold? Too hot? I've got..."

The group of "owners" swarmed over, grabbing Lin Fan and falling over one another to fuss over him. Their attitude was warmer than if he were their own son.

The mediation officer: "..."

Lin Fan: "(⊙o⊙)..."

Wu Guodong, peeking through the door: "...(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!!! Flip the table, damn it!"

How the hell was this different from what I expected?!

At that moment, Lin Fan and the police officers alike had nothing but question marks in their minds.

They had considered many possibilities, but they basically boiled down to two—whether the matter would be settled publicly or privately.

But what was this?

This attitude of yours... wasn't right!

Lin Fan was full of question marks.

And weren't the police officers the same?

The most depressed of all was Wu Guodong...

So I arrested the wrong person? Weren't you the ones who reported this first? What, I wasn't supposed to deal with it?

Depressing!

So blue, so thin~!

"Um, I'm doing quite well..."

Lin Fan spoke.

"You call that doing well?"

Before he could finish, someone interrupted him. A roughly two-hundred-pound "big brother" squeezed over and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder. "Brother, the fact that you were willing to come to our place and take roast duck means you think highly of us!"

"And you've only got one shoe left. How can you call that doing well?"

"Look, I brought you some shoes. I didn't know what size you wear, so I brought one pair each from size forty to forty-five."

"See which pair fits."

As if performing a magic trick, the fat big brother pulled out a huge bag from behind him. Inside were five pairs of shoes.

Imported internet-famous Yeezys!

The kind that cost several thousand yuan a pair!

Lin Fan's mouth twitched. "..."

The mediation officer's mouth hung wide open.

Outside, Wu Guodong covered his face with one hand...

What the fuck was going on?!

Were they insane?

"Big Brother, I appreciate your kindness, but I actually came to apologize and make amends to all of you. I shouldn't have..."

Though he had no idea what was happening, Lin Fan still upheld his principle of acting high-profile while keeping a low profile, preparing to settle this privately as soon as possible.

However, before he could finish, he was interrupted again.

"What apology are you talking about?"

"What are you apologizing for?"

"What shouldn't you have done?"

Everyone spoke up in turn. The atmosphere became even stranger...

The "big brother" patted Lin Fan's shoulder again. "Brother, that's not right. Why shouldn't you have? You should have! You should've come!"

"And you should've come ages ago. Why wait until these past few days?"

"To be honest with you, brother, I feel like I've known you all my life..."

"Actually, we people all came to take you home and thank you. Why would we need you to apologize?!"

"Are you looking down on us?"

Lin Fan looked utterly lost. "???"

"Ah, this isn't a place to talk." The "big brother" waved a large hand. "Put on the shoes first, then... hey, Police Uncle, we can go now, right?"

The mediation officer froze, then blankly replied, "If all of you choose to forgive him, you can leave after signing a forgiveness agreement."

"Of course we choose to forgive him!"

Everyone answered in unison.

Lin Fan: "..."

Though he had no idea why, it was rather touching, wasn't it?

Except...

Why did he keep feeling like some kind of scumbag?

Watching these "big brothers and sisters" sign the forgiveness agreement in just a few strokes, Lin Fan was still bewildered, but he gradually relaxed.

He originally didn't want the Yeezys, but the big brother's hospitality was too hard to refuse. With no other choice, he accepted them.

Besides... walking around with one bare foot wasn't really an option, was it?

It wasn't like he was trying to cosplay Lame Ho.

After putting them on, Lin Fan tried them out and clicked his tongue inwardly.

Not bad—they really were comfortable. No wonder they were so expensive!

"Let's go, brother. We'll give you a proper welcome and wash away the dust. We're not staying in this place..."

"Right, right, let's find somewhere nice and have a good talk."

They came quickly, and they left quickly.

The whole group had arrived in a whirlwind, then hauled Lin Fan away in another whirlwind.

Lin Fan only had time to exchange contact information with Wu Guodong...

Watching the group's backs recede into the distance, Wu Guodong rubbed his increasingly smooth forehead and muttered, "Now this really is strange."

"The world is vast; there is no end to strange things."

"Strange, strange..."

After leaving the Police Station, Lin Fan got back his phone and personal belongings. His phone had somehow run out of battery and shut down, while his belongings... included that half cup of milk tea!

Phew...

Looking at the smiling "owners" around him, Lin Fan finally let out a breath of relief.

At least he hadn't been detained. As for what came afterward... he would figure it out later.