My Wife is an Aloof Beauty

Chapter 940 She Doesnt Love You (Part One)

"You're right. Just as that saying goes, children who grow up in poor families are better equipped to deal with the problems in their lives," Leena answered with a smile. She wasn't angered by Louisa's ridicule, nor did she think that it was necessary for her to defend herself. What Louisa thought about her didn't affect her at all. If Louisa believed that Leena belonged to a poor family, she was totally fine with it.

Kevin looked at Leena in astonishment. He didn't understand why she was making a secret of her family. But if she wanted to conceal her background, he would not reveal it in front of Louisa. Maybe Leena had her own reasons. Kevin would support her under any circumstances.

Louisa was under the impression that Kevin was boasting of Leena's cooking skills. But to her intense surprise, the dishes were so tasty that she buried herself in the food. Louisa had to admit that Leena was much better at cooking, but she didn't consider it to be a big deal. After all, rich families had their own private chefs. Knowing how to cook was not a necessity that a man looked for in a wife.

"Mrs. Gu, what do you do?" Louisa asked as she took a sip of the lemonade in front of her. She gave her a once-over, not bothering to conceal her dislike for Leena, even though Kevin was present in the same room. She wanted to belittle Leena in an attempt to display her superiority.

"Oh, I work in the fashion industry," Leena answered honestly. She didn't think it was necessary to hide that fact. Kevin treated Louisa like a younger sister, so Leena decided to be nice to her.

"What? The fashion industry? Are you kidding me? You look like a country bumpkin!" If Kevin weren't here, Louisa would have laughed out loud and mocked Leena with the meanest words.

"Louisa, show some respect," Kevin said with a scowl. He had been nice to Louisa before, but her disrespect toward Leena was infuriating him. He knew Louisa had a thing for him, but he treated her like his sister. If she dared to offend Leena again, Kevin wouldn't mind teaching her a lesson, even if she was the daughter of his superior.

"Kevin, I was just telling the truth. She really does look like a country bumpkin," Louisa grumbled, pursing her lips. Her heart broke when Kevin shouted at her because of another woman.

"It's okay, Kevin. Don't blame her. I admit that Miss Ye has better taste in fashion," Leena said, smiling at him sweetly.

bowls and chopsticks after dinner. He didn't agree with what most people said, that women should do all the housework. He was always busy at his own work and seldom had time to share the housework with Leena. He was quite ashamed of that. "Miss Ye, have some fruit please." Leena poured Louisa a drink and peeled her fruits with a friendly smile, as if she was not angered by Louisa's attitude at all.

"Leena Leng, don't you think it's inappropriate for you to ask Kevin to do the housework? Especially in front of me, a guest?" Louisa asked her seriously. She truly felt sorry for Kevin and believed that Leena didn't deserve a good man like him.

"Why do you think of it that way? We are a family and both of us want to contribute. Kevin cares about me and wants to share the housework with me. I really appreciate it," Leena explained as she sat down on the sofa gracefully. Louisa's eyes widened, and she felt like she was watching an elegant lady who was born with a silver spoon. Louisa shook her head, getting rid of the thought.

"You are a stay-at-home woman, but Kevin is always busy with work. He must have been exhausted after working the entire day. Don't you think it's a little selfish of you to ask him to do the housework after that?" The happiness on Leena's face was a real eyesore to Louisa, and the latter really felt like gouging her eyes out.

"Miss Ye, do you really think a stay-at-home wife should do all the housework? I suppose you are going to make yourself an example of that, huh?" Leena sneered, sighing to herself. 'Oh god, can somebody save me from this outdated conversation?'