Li Shiping explained, "Mianmian isn’t an outsider, she’s my younger brother’s sworn sister, and also like a sister to me."
After getting together with Wan Dongcheng, she had lost contact with classmates and friends.
Even though Shen Mianmian was several years younger than her, she was sensible and likable. The two lived in the same neighborhood and could hang out when there was nothing else to do.
"What sworn sister?" Wan Dongcheng snorted disdainfully, "Isn’t she just clinging to your brother because of her pretty face? It sounds nice to call her sister, but who knows what she’s up to behind the scenes."
"Dongcheng, how can you speak like that?" Li Shiping looked at him incredulously.
Shen Mianmian was just a sixteen-year-old girl; how could he say such things aloud?
Noticing that Li Shiping’s expression was off, Wan Dongcheng felt that he had gone too far.
It was okay to think those things, but saying them out loud, Li Shiping couldn’t accept them.
After all, Li Yue was her biological younger brother.
Thinking of this, he softened his tone and explained, "Alright, don’t be angry, I just didn’t filter my words for a moment. You know I don’t like outsiders in the house. Have you ever seen me bring anyone home?"
"But you can’t talk like that either!"
"Fine, fine, I’ll be careful from now on. And you should bring her home less often, better yet, reduce your interactions with her. I find this little girl is not simple; she’s too sly."
"She’s just a sixteen-year-old girl, why do you think of her like that?" Li Shiping felt her husband did not know Shen Mianmian well and spoke that way because he was unfamiliar with her.
"Are you going to argue with me over an outsider?" Li Shiping’s constant support for Shen Mianmian was very irritating to Wan Dongcheng.
Li Shiping pursed her lips and stayed silent.
After a while, she realized Wan Dongcheng had led the conversation astray.
The topic was supposed to be about him selling the house, and yet he turned it around to blame her.
"Dongcheng, shouldn’t you give me an explanation about selling the house?"
"What explanation? You’re just overthinking it," Wan Dongcheng said casually: "It was a real estate agent I contacted when I wanted to sell the house before. I then forgot about it, and maybe someone took an interest in the house, so he brought them over."
In reality, he had gone behind her back with the intent to sell the house without her knowledge.
He just hadn’t expected that the first person to view the house would be bumped into by Li Shiping.
The house wouldn’t sell this time, and he would have to find another agent to bring people over. He needed to be notified in advance so he could find an excuse to send Li Shiping back to her parent’s home for a while.
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Li Shiping found his explanation reasonable and felt a bit better.
"Of course that’s the case," Wan Dongcheng reached out and hugged her, "This is the matrimonial home your parents gave you. If I were to sell it, I would definitely discuss it with you first. Don’t worry too much."
While saying this, he pinched her nose, "Look at you, already a mother and still crying at the drop of a hat, without even asking me for the full story."
Li Shiping couldn’t help but pout and chuckled, "I thought you were really going to sell the house."
"I wouldn’t do that, stop worrying for nothing."
After being affectionate for a while, Li Shiping saw the dried bamboo shoots on the table and asked, "Mianmian brought over some wild shoots, how about I make dried bamboo shoot stir-fried with pork for dinner?"
Wan Dongcheng looked at the bamboo shoots with disdain. To Li Shiping, these were good ingredients, but for someone who had grown up in the countryside like him, they were nothing special.