The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

Song Xiaomei was pushed to the edge of desperation. When Li Wangtian pulled her aside and she muttered a lot, saying bad things about Jiang Tingxia and praising her a lot, Song Xiaomei understood what was going on, so with Li Wangtian's support, she went back to his house a few days later.

When Jiang Tingxia saw Song Xiaomei coming, he rolled his eyes at Li Changpu and sat aside.

Song Xiaomei knocked on the door and called out affectionately, "Brother Li."

Li Changpu looked back at Jiang Tingxia. Jiang Tingxia was jealous because of Song Xiaomei that day and it was impossible to appease him. He was already in a mess and Song Xiaomei's visit was just adding fuel to the fire.

He opened the door with a forced smile on his face.

Li Changpu did not let Song Xiaomei in, nor did he go out with Song Xiaomei. He just stood at the door so that Jiang Tingxia, who was sitting in the room, could see everything clearly.

Li Changpu knew that if he avoided Jiang Tingxia and Song Xiaomei's conversation, he would have a hard time.

Song Xiaomei felt a little uncomfortable because of Li Changpu's treatment of her. After all, they grew up together and had been friends for many years, but Brother Li didn't even ask her to come into the house and sit for a while.

When she was a child, among all the children in the village, she liked the eldest brother of the Li family the most. He was a kind man, caring, and treated her well. Song Xiaomei thought with some regret in her heart that if Aunt Li had not passed away so early, Brother Li would be able to grow up safely in the village without being ostracized by his father and stepmother and running out of the village. Who knows, the two of them might not be the way they are today.

Looking at Li Changpu's handsome face in front of her, Song Xiaomei had hope in her heart. She also hoped that Brother Li would take care of her and help her like he did when she lost firewood in the mountains when she was a child.

Song Xiaomei took out something wrapped in newspaper from her bosom and handed it to Li Changpu, "Brother Li, these are the shoes I made myself. Try them on to see if they fit you. If they are too big, give them to me and I will alter them for you."

As she said that, Song Xiaomei was about to go in and ask Li Changpu to try on shoes.

When Jiang Tingxia heard that Song Xiaomei was going to give shoes to Li Changpu, she couldn't sit still. Shoes are not a good gift unless it's for a close relative or loved one. What is this woman's intention? She is obviously trying to seduce Li Changpu.

What's even more outrageous is that they didn't even shy away from telling her about all this. Doesn't this mean that Song Xiaomei doesn't take her seriously at all and is slapping her in the face.

Jiang Tingxia couldn't just sit there and watch.

She stood by the door. When Li Changpu saw her coming, he stood there. Song Xiaomei could not get into the house and was blocked outside the door.

Jiang Tingxia glanced at the cloth shoes in Song Xiaomei's arms and said, "These shoes look like they were made with great care. It's a pity that Chang Pu doesn't even wear them."

As he said this, Jiang Tingxia put his arm around Li Changpu's arm and looked at Song Xiaomei, showing the close relationship between them as a couple.

Song Xiaomei heard the rejection in Jiang Tingxia's words and smiled brightly, but she also had something else in her words, "How could that be? In the past, when we were in the village, Brother Li ran very fast in the mountains wearing the shoes made by our family."

Song Xiaomei deliberately brought up the past, which stabbed Jiang Tingxia's heart.

Jiang Tingxia shot back, "You also said it was in the past. The shoes he has now were all bought by me at the store for him to wear."

She spoke gently with a sweet smile on her face, "He doesn't trust others to wear it, so of course he's not used to it."

Jiang Tingxia pushed back Song Xiaomei's shoes wrapped in newspapers, but Song Xiaomei did not take back her things.

“Nothing you buy outside is as comfortable as making it yourself.”

Song Xiaomei touched the shoes she made and praised them, "I made the uppers of these shoes myself and sewed the soles stitch by stitch. They are so comfortable to wear. I won't feel any pain in my feet even if I walk all day in these shoes."

Song Xiaomei stepped on one and held the other, looking at Jiang Tingxia and laughing, "These are things bought from the store outside. They look good, but they are actually not suitable at all. Not only do they hurt my feet, but they are also stuffy and uncomfortable."

Song Xiaomei heard Li Wangtian say that the woman that Big Brother Li married was just for show, and if anything else, she couldn't compare to this girl from the same village whom he had watched grow up and knew well, so Song Xiaomei deliberately said:

"If you ask me, no matter how good the things outside are, they are not as good as the clothes I have been used to wearing since I was a child in my hometown."

"That's because you don't know how to choose."

Jiang Tingxia had a faint smile on his face. He glanced at the shoes on Li Changpu's feet and said, "Aren't these the shoes I bought for him?"

Jiang Tingxia poked Li Changpu with her arm and said coquettishly, "Tell me if it's comfortable to wear."

She sighed and said, "If you don't like it, just tell me, and I won't go to the store to pick shoes for you."

She glared at Li Changpu coquettishly, "It's very hard work, it's a good thing for me to save some trouble."

Li Changpu nodded, "The shoes you picked are comfortable and I like them very much."

"Thanks a lot."

Song Xiaomei felt a little embarrassed when she saw the two of them talking sweetly, especially when Li Changpu rejected her.

"Little sister, take these shoes back. I don't need shoes as long as your sister-in-law is here."

Hearing Li Changpu say Jiang Tingxia is her sister-in-law, Song Xiaomei looked at Li Changpu with her big eyes, and was about to cry, "Brother Li, we used to be such good friends. We grew up together and our friendship is different from others. I gave you a pair of shoes and you rejected me like this."

Upon hearing this, Li Changpu frowned and said sternly, "I can't take your things. There are differences between men and women, so you still have to be careful."

Seeing Li Changpu’s stern face, Song Xiaomei put away her tearful and admiring expression.

She was a little anxious. This kind of thing really should be done slowly. If Li Changpu hadn't returned to his hometown and kept her at a distance forever, Song Xiaomei wouldn't have been so sad and lost her composure.

Song Xiaomei then said, "Brother Li, you misunderstood me."

"These shoes all belong to Father Li, Second Brother Li, and Third Brother Li. I gave them together. We grew up together. I treat you as my elder brother and you treat me as your younger sister. Why should we care about those empty formalities between us?"

Li Changpu also noticed Song Xiaomei's strangeness and could no longer smile at her.

He had a cold face and spoke in a cold tone to distance himself from the relationship between them, "I don't remember anything about our childhood. We haven't seen each other for many years. I wouldn't recognize you if we walked on the street. You gave me something, but I can't accept it."

Song Xiaomei knew that Li Changpu said this on purpose, and her face changed.

They had known each other for more than 20 years, and he said such cruel words to a woman he had only known for a few days, hurting her heart.

Song Xiaomei wondered when she had ever tried so hard to please a man. She couldn't help feeling humiliated and unwilling.

She pushed the shoes in her hand forward again, "You should keep these shoes."

Song Xiaomei bit the soft flesh in her mouth and spoke with difficulty, "Sister-in-law..."

"I heard from Father Li that my sister-in-law is a city girl, delicate and precious, so I don't think she can make these shoes. But you have been wearing these shoes since you were a child, and I can't let you suffer any injustice. You take them, as a token of my love."