Qian originally wanted to be a bit gentler with him, seeing how well he perford, considering they were newlyweds after all.
When he blindfolded her and led her to their future new ho, the mont his hand lifted from her eyes, Qian was shocked.
What the heck!
"How is it~ Surprised?"
Yu Minglang spoke in a particularly boastful and smug tone.
He knew that Qian would love him even more after seeing this!
"Is this... did you hire a renovation company to do the layout, or did you do it yourself?" Qian swallowed, her brain stimulated.
She really couldn’t believe what she was seeing, closed her eyes, and opened them again—
Still the sa!
"Of course, I did it myself. Every setup here was done by my own hands. If we move soday and sell this house, whoever moves in will really enjoy it, enjoy the fruits of my labor!"
Yu Minglang was so proud.
Qian squatted down, touching the bizarre floor, feeling desperate.
This kind of floor, once it’s up, it’s hard to remove. If she wrestles with this for a few months, she can forget about moving in!
"I think people moving in later won’t feel like they’re enjoying it. If soone with heart disease were to see this, they might have an attack on sight."
"Is it that nice? Nice enough to cause happiness-induced heart attacks?"
"It’s ugly enough to make soone cry..."
The sunny delight Minglang expected from his wife turned into a thunderbolt, not only lacking praise but being called ugly?
"Qian, don’t you like it?"
"Wait a mont, let collect my words—" To leave Qian so speechless, Yu Minglang truly had so talent.
Qian searched through her vocabulary but struggled to find sothing fitting, opting for the simplest and most straightforward description of how she felt at first glance.
"This is the ugliest decorated house I’ve seen."
What a shocker! A bolt from the blue on Yu Minglang’s head.
Qian turned her head, half amused, half in distress, looking at Minglang, "Can I interview you about where you got the idea for this green floor? Seriously, it’s the first ti I’ve seen a residential house with a green floor."
And it’s not just any green, but a patchwork of dark and light greens, like a jigsaw puzzle, making the living room look like a cri scene splashed with paint.
Paired with gray, sandpaper-textured walls, this living room design was truly terrifying.
Oh, how she wanted to open up his head and see what was inside!
"This isn’t just a floor; it’s PVC plastic flooring, also known as stone-plastic flooring. It’s comfortable underfoot, environntally friendly, non-slip, and easy to clean. If we have a baby in the future, we don’t have to worry about them falling. Plus, it’s quite expensive..."
His feeble explanation did not earn Qian’s forgiveness, only a big slap.
The little bit of household status he gained was knocked back to its original state by the ugly, tear-inducing green floral floor.
"I don’t need you to explain what this is, I know what stone-plastic flooring is. But isn’t this stuff only used in kindergartens and malls? Even if I tolerated it for ho use, why did you choose green!!!"
"You said you liked green..." The devoted husband took the stage, treating his wife’s words as sacred decrees.
"When did I say—oh my god!" Qian held her forehead, rembering.
What a powerless feeling, she thought when she said she liked green, he intended to buy her clothes for a refreshing sumr look, but now living in such a "refreshing" house...
"I thought you’d love our love nest... I even specially decorated it with unique wallpaper to match the green floor."
"This nest is so green, only birds might like it. I’ve seen at least dozens of interior designs, and I’m amazed you managed to break the limits of ugliness and create this, this is truly the ugliest I’ve ever seen—"
Qian said while walking through the terrifying witch’s living room—that green floor paired with the gray walls, she thought only a witch would like it. She pushed open the master bedroom, it was fine, simple decor, with no furniture in the empty room, he hadn’t extended the terrifying green floor into the bedroom, nothing much to complain about.
But as she walked into the second bedroom, she was thunderstruck again.
Seeing her too shocked to speak, Yu Minglang felt he finally found a chance to redeem his household authority, offering his treasure to Qian.
"Although I know you don’t plan on having a baby soon, everyone needs hope, right? I’ll be here for at least a decade, and during that ti, our baby will surely be born. So, I prepared the nursery in advance! When we have a baby, it will be for the baby, and when there’s no baby, you’re my baby~ You can work and write papers here, how great is that~"
Finished speaking, he looked a bit shy, "Qian, can you guess if I prefer a boy or a girl?"
The glaring pink wall made it obvious even to a fool that he wanted a daughter, but the problem is—
"Are you sure a daughter would like such a tacky room?"
Poorly handled pink is just rural non-mainstream!
Qian pushed open the secondary bedroom’s bathroom door, closed her eyes, and reopened them.
No mistake, even the damned toilet was pink. Where did he get these bizarre things from?
"Of course, girls love pink, but Qian, don’t feel pressured. Even if we have a son in the future, I’ll love him too. At that ti, we’ll switch rooms with our son."
"I don’t like pink!" Especially such a cheesy pink!
Qian was also certain her daughter wouldn’t like it. Her Xiaowei had good taste, knowing how to dress and match even from a young age, always following a simple and elegant path, her daughter would absolutely dislike such tacky aesthetics!
A bunch of pink clumped together felt like stepping into a misplaced heaven, if only there were so colored lights, then it’d be spot on!
"I researched color psychology, pink can make people relax, you can work here to relieve your stress. Imagine, my flower-like, jade-like wife, when I’m not ho, wearing silk pajamas, lounging on the floor, reading while clipping toenails, as I walk in—"
Oh my, this hoy feeling, isn’t this what he’s always pursued and longed for?
So happy!
Qian ran out of patience, she was just thinking about the misplaced heaven, and he laid out such a scene.
"You walk in, then I wave a handkerchief, throw you a flirty glance, and say, ’Hey handso, co play~’"
Yu Minglang’s eyes lit up, his wife had a sense of romance, even playing role-play!
"If you’re willing to, of course you can, why not, my wife, let’s recreate a scene in our new ho, the pink house of love!"
"Really?"
"Sure~" Oh my~! Isn’t this the life we’ve yearned for? Isn’t this the legendary happiness?
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
After three crisp sounds, Yu Minglang held his face with a bewildered look.
That wasn’t the kind of slapping he ant!
Such a lovingly crafted little nest of love, what exactly is she dissatisfied with? Honey, co back and explain!
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