After dinner, Fu Qianqian took Song Li's arm and went upstairs.

"Sister-in-law, there are a lot of newly made clothes in my room. You have a good eye. Can you help me see which part needs to be modified?"

Because of a skirt, Fu Qianqian completely let go of her prejudice against Song Li.

She now thinks Song Li is good in every way.

At first I thought she might not be worthy of her brother, but now... she and her brother are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

Song Li was made uncomfortable by her enthusiasm, but it was difficult to resist her enthusiasm.

She turned to look at Bai Jie, and invited her with a smile, "Mom, do you want to go with us?"

Bai Jie smiled and waved her hands, "Mom won't go, you and Qianqian go."

She didn't expect her daughter-in-law and her daughter-in-law to get along so well, but this is what she hopes to see.

"Qianqian, don't bother your sister-in-law too much. She has been on the bus for two days and two nights and needs a good rest. Take her back to her room in an hour to rest."

Fearing that the young lady did not know the seriousness of the matter, Bai Jie gave her a few words of advice.

The daughter-in-law is embarrassed to say these things, but she, as the mother-in-law, has to say them.

Fu Qianqian raised her hand to assure, "Mom, I know, I will definitely send my sister-in-law back to her room to rest in an hour."

Bai Jie nodded in satisfaction, "Go ahead, Mom will cut some fruit for you later."

This was Song Li's first time coming to Fu Qianqian's room.

Not only is her personality different from Fu Yanci's, but even the style of her room is different.

The room was not small, but it was filled with things, mostly clothes and fabrics for making clothes. At first glance, the room looked a little messy, a little different from the room Song Li had imagined.

"Sister-in-law, come in quickly."

Fu Qianqian didn't feel that her room was messy at all. There were already two men who loved cleanliness and tidiness in her house. If she was like them, she probably wouldn't have anyone coming to her house.

Although she was born in a military family, she did not have the military's strict discipline and good habits of cleanliness.

She has always done whatever is comfortable for her since she was a child.

Although her family thought this habit was bad, they did not force her to change it.

In her mother's words, when she marries a husband who likes cleanliness, her bad habits will gradually change.

There is no rush to get married as she is still young. What she is worried about now is whether her dream of becoming a fashion designer can come true.

"Sister-in-law, what do you think of these clothes I made?" Fu Qianqian pulled Song Li to the clothes rack, pointed at the clothes on the rack, and looked at Song Li expectantly.

Song Li glanced at the clothes rack and picked up a floral dress to measure it carefully. The style of the dress was very regular, similar to the styles she had seen in the department store in the city. The last time her mother-in-law sent her some clothes, they were similar to the ones she bought in the department store. She always thought that her mother-in-law was using her sister-in-law as an excuse to send her clothes.

Now it seems that those clothes were indeed made by my sister-in-law!

She took a few other pieces of clothing to look at, and they all had the same problem.

The design is nothing new, and if you really want to sell it outside, it won't have any selling points.

Seeing that Song Li didn't say anything, Fu Qianqian became anxious, "Sister-in-law, how is it?"

Song Li turned around and looked at Fu Qianqian and asked her, "Did you design all these clothes yourself?"

Fu Qianqian scratched her head and said embarrassedly, "I designed a few of them myself, and the rest were made based on clothes from shopping malls and Friendship Stores."

Song Li said, it is indeed so.

"Are you majoring in fashion design?"

She remembered Fu Yanci said that Fu Qianqian was studying in college.

Fu Qianqian shook her head and said, "I majored in foreign languages."

Song Li: “…” A person who studies foreign languages ​​wants to work in clothing?

This girl really has ideas!

She now suspected that she was only interested in fashion on a whim. After all, a family like the Fu family would not agree to Fu Qianqian becoming a so-called fashion designer.

Song Li originally wanted to encourage Fu Qianqian to develop the clothing industry, but now it seems that it is better to give up, so as not to make things worse.

She suppressed the thought of instructing Fu Qianqian, picked up a piece of clothing, and simply stated her thoughts.

Fu Qianqian's eyes lit up when she heard this.

She pulled Song Li to sit on the stool beside her, took out a notebook and a pen from the drawer and handed them to her, looking at Song Li with a flattering face, "Sister-in-law, can you draw the clothes you just mentioned?"

After listening to her sister-in-law's advice, she felt that her previous thinking was too superficial.

Compared with her sister-in-law, she is not qualified to be a fashion designer.

Her current level is not even enough to become a fashion designer.

Song Li: "..." Why did he ask her to draw a picture?

Should she draw this picture or not?

Song Li is a little entangled.

"Sister-in-law, don't you know how to draw? How about you let me draw it?" Seeing that Song Li didn't move, Fu Qianqian became a little anxious.

Song Li, "Let me draw it." She just wanted to draw casually.

Song Li had learned to paint and her painting skills were pretty good. Even if she didn't use paint much, the result was still stunning, at least in Fu Qianqian's eyes.

Fu Qianqian picked up the design drawing on the table, eyes full of love, "Sister-in-law, have you learned to paint before?" Sister-in-law's design drawing looked simple, but it could be seen that she had a certain foundation in painting.

She has studied painting and can understand some of the tricks.

Song Li told the truth, "Well, I learned it for a few years before." But now she is the daughter of the director of Hai City Textile Factory, so it is common for her to be able to draw.

Fu Qianqian was puzzled and asked, "Sister-in-law, didn't you grow up in the countryside?" She had heard from her classmates that life in the countryside was hard and they couldn't even get enough food to eat, so how could they have the conditions to learn painting?

Song Li was surprised and asked, "Don't you know my true identity?"

Fu Qianqian looked curious, "Real identity? Sister-in-law, are you still telling me your true identity?"

Song Li frowned slightly, "Didn't Mom tell you that my real identity is the daughter of the director of Haishi Textile Factory?"

Fu Qianqian shook her head stupidly.

She only knew that her brother married a country girl, and that this marriage was arranged by both parents.

After she heard this, she felt sorry for her brother for a long time.

I've never heard anyone in my family say that my sister-in-law has another identity.

No one blamed her. She was not happy with her brother's marriage arranged by her family and had not returned home. Every time she called home, she was reluctant to mention her sister-in-law. If anyone mentioned it, she would hang up the phone.

This time her mother gave her a task, so she came back without asking for leave.

But who told her that her sister-in-law's identity changed from a country girl to the daughter of a textile factory in Hai City.

This……

No wonder she didn't think her sister-in-law looked like a country girl when she first saw her.

Her classmates are from the countryside. Their skin is not as fair and tender as her sister-in-law's, their temperament is not as good as her sister-in-law's, and their Mandarin is not as standard as her sister-in-law's.

It turns out that she misunderstood her sister-in-law's identity!

However, why didn't her family tell her about her sister-in-law's identity?

Fu Qianqian felt like she was being excluded by her family.

Seeing the aggrieved look on the little girl's face, Song Li was a little at a loss.

The good mother-in-law came in carrying some fruit.

Song Li relaxed her breath.

Bai Jie saw her daughter standing in front of her daughter-in-law with a puffed-up face and looking aggrieved, and thought that her daughter was having a quarrel with her daughter-in-law.

Bai Jie put down the phone which was less than two hours old and picked it up.

She measured Song Li's expression calmly, and seeing that Song Li's face was still calm, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She suppressed her doubts, walked over with the fruit in her hand, pinched the girl's puffy cheeks, and asked with a smile, "Why are you puffing up your cheeks?"

Fu Qianqian looked at Bai Jie with resentment and said aggrievedly, "Mom, why didn't you tell me that my sister-in-law is the daughter of the director of Haishi Textile Factory?"

Bai Jie was stunned for a moment, "You are unhappy about this?" She thought...

Fu Qianqian said angrily, "Isn't this a very important matter?"

Bai Jie wanted to say that it didn't matter, no matter what the daughter-in-law's identity was, she was still the daughter-in-law of our Fu family.

But seeing that the lady was very angry, she said, "It's important, very important. Mom wanted to tell you, but she never found the chance."

Seeing her daughter was about to speak, Bai Jie spoke first, "You spend all your time on these clothes and fabrics. How can I talk to you?"

Fu Qianqian swallowed the words reluctantly.

As soon as Bai Jie saw the lady's face, he knew she was weak.

She curled her lips complacently, put the plate in her hand on the table, and greeted Song Li with a smile, "Li Li, have some fruit."

There were cut apples on the plate with a small fork on it. Song Li ate a few apples and didn't want to eat anymore.

Because she was sleepy.

Bai Jie knew Song Li was sleepy when she saw her rubbing her eyes.

She stood up and said, "It's getting late, Lili, go back to your room and rest for a while."

Fu Qianqian raised her arm to look at the time, wanting to say that it was less than an hour, why did she have to leave? But before she could say anything, Bai Jie stopped her with a look.