When Xu Yanfeng thought of the words in the report, he could still feel his heart twitching.

"Let's get down to business." Xu Yanfeng didn't want to get lost in that dejected mood anymore, so he forced himself back to his senses. "While you're measuring the house, I'll tell you my ideas for decorating it. This is our wedding house, so you'd better not make any mistakes, or don't blame me for not cherishing our friendship."

Xia Xi was still in a daze when she heard him speak slowly and steadily: "The overall style should be creamy and natural wood, and the color scheme should be warm. Make the kitchen as big as possible. If necessary, demolish that wall and add a center island. There must also be a children's room, and prepare two more..."

"Wait, speak slower." Xia Xi stopped thinking about other things and focused on his work.

Xu Yanfeng paused, then looked at her with his thin eyelids slightly raised: "Is this your major?"

Xia Xi choked, her fingers clacking as she typed, writing down his request in the memo on her phone: "...Go on."

"The master bedroom is on the second floor, and the dressing room needs to be large enough. It would be best if the two rooms could be connected, and the guest room next door could be expanded into a dressing room. Since there won't be too many people coming home, there will be enough guest rooms. There should be two dressing tables, one near the bed in the bedroom and one in the dressing room. And the bathroom, the bathtub should be large enough..."

The ideas he proposed were too trivial for Xia Xi to remember, so he simply turned on the recording function and passed them forward so that they could be recorded more clearly.

Xu Yanfeng: “…”

He glanced at her phone screen, a little speechless, but did not stop.

Xia Xi initially felt a bit uncomfortable listening to him. Everything he listed concerned his wife and children, including the style of the house. She remembered that Xu Yanfeng favored a minimalist style with cooler tones, and now he had changed it to please his partner; his own preferences were of no importance. But as she listened further, she gradually realized something was amiss.

Why do what he said sound so familiar?