Xiu Min heard this and immediately felt a pang of sourness in her heart. Her daughter, Mianmian, had never suffered since she was a child. She had been raised delicately. Since getting married, her smile had become more and more rare, and her hands had turned rough with work—it was clear she hadn’t had it easy.
She ached for her daughter and wanted to give her something to make up for it. Before, her daughter would have accepted, but now she flat-out refused.
With her husband there, she was afraid of saying too much and embarrassing her daughter, so she dared not say more, only letting out a quiet sigh.
Li Yue knew Wan Dongcheng’s temperament. Having heard Li Shiping’s words, he could guess what was going on, so he said, "Whether you buy clothes or not, you should go out with Mom and look around! Last time, you bought clothes that Mianmian really liked."
Li Shiping had just nodded when Li Julin said in a deep voice, "When our sworn sister comes to visit, she should wear some festive new clothes. Wearing something too casual might give the impression that we don’t value her enough. Buy a new outfit with your mom tomorrow!" Orıginal content can be found at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
He was usually quite strict, and Li Shiping’s personality wasn’t as outgoing as Li Yue’s. Adding to that, Li Shiping was a girl and Li Julin seldom communicated with her, which made Li Shiping a bit scared of him and very concerned about his opinions.
Li Julin rarely chatted with her casually. When he spoke to her, it was always about serious matters, and Li Shiping never dared to talk back, with the exception of marrying Wan Dongcheng, which was her own decision—other than that, she was very obedient.
This time was no different; she nodded, "Okay."
"It’s getting late, everyone should wash up and rest early!" Li Julin then stood up and went back to his room.
Her daughter had agreed to buy clothes, and Xiu Min was very happy; it was still the husband’s words that carried weight, "Shiping, you should go to sleep early too; we’ll go out early tomorrow."
"Okay," Li Shiping nodded.
Being able to buy new clothes would have made her happy in the past, but now she was worried. Bringing new clothes home would surely result in Dongcheng sarcastically picking an argument with her.
They had been in a cold war recently, and fearing to worry her family even more or increase their displeasure with her husband, she dared not voice her concerns.
Never mind, if her husband lost his temper tomorrow, she would just keep quiet.
Seeing her preoccupied look, Li Yue said, "Sis, come here for a minute, I want to talk to you about something."
Li Shiping glanced at her parents’ room, saw that they had already closed their door, and then followed Li Yue to his room. Once inside, Li Yue closed the door.
"Sis, have you and Wan Dongcheng been arguing recently?"
Li Shiping was about to deny it when Li Yue said, "We’ve grown up together, and I know you best. You’re not one to lie, so don’t even try."
At his words, Li Shiping had no choice but to admit it, but fearing that her brother would further dislike her husband, she could only say gently, "We haven’t really argued; he has just been in a bad mood recently and hasn’t wanted to talk much."
Hearing her take Wan Dongcheng’s side stirred anger within Li Yue, "What do you mean ’doesn’t want to talk’? It’s clear as day that he’s giving you the silent treatment. He’s taking out the anger he has against me on you, isn’t he?"
Worried that her brother would dislike her husband even more, Li Shiping hurriedly explained, "He’s just too eager to succeed, to provide a good life for me and our child, and to earn the respect of Dad, you, and Mom. The pressure has made him irritable. He wasn’t always . It’ll get better once he has had time to think things through."
Li Yue snorted, "I think even ten years won’t be enough for him to figure it out."
Aiming too high without considering one’s limitations—how could such a person achieve anything great?