The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Xia Qing wants to buy a wedding dress.

Ye Shu sat in the back seat as the car drove across a bridge. Looking at the people fishing on both sides of the bridge, his mind was already racing.

What kind of wedding dress would suit Xia Qing?

Given her temperament, the kind of puffy dress with a long train that Xiaoxue wears, like a princess, can be ruled out immediately.

Xia Qing isn't the delicate type; she'd probably feel awkward wearing that kind of dress.

Xia Qing is best suited to slim-fitting, neat styles that don't need too much lace or floral patterns, nor do they need puffy tulle.

The clothes were neatly tailored and had a sophisticated style, the kind that exudes a queenly aura.

Yes, it's the kind of feeling where, at first glance, you don't immediately think "Wow, so beautiful," but rather "Wow, so imposing," and only after that do you realize, "Wow, so beautiful." That's the right feeling.

Ye Shu imagined the scene: Xia Qing wearing a fitted white wedding dress, her hair loose, her makeup not too heavy, as her features were already striking, and she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, her expression preferably a bit cold.

Hmm, that's the flavor!

However, these are all things he imagined. What kind of girl Xia Qing likes is up to her to choose. What if Xia Qing also has this little princess living in her heart, just like Xiao Xue?

Ye Shu has always been someone who hates making decisions for others.

He is extremely resistant to making decisions for others, whether they are strangers or his own close friends.

This might be related to his inherently indifferent personality. He always held the belief that others are capable of judging right from wrong. Do you think she doesn't know what she likes? Why should I make decisions for her?

Moreover, let's not even talk about close friends and family. What if an outsider is not satisfied after you've chosen their partners? Even if they don't say it to your face, can you guarantee they won't think behind your back, "It's all his fault. What kind of taste does he have? He wasted money."

Although it was a bit petty, Ye Shu still didn't want to do something so thankless and exhausting.

Another point is that he has seen far too many people who make decisions for others since he was a child.

It's common to see parents bringing their children into clothing stores, and as soon as they enter, they say to their children:

"Which one do you like? Pick one yourself."

Then the child took it seriously, carefully selected one for a long time, and then pointed to one and said he wanted that one.

The child was probably already imagining themselves showing off their new clothes to school tomorrow, when the parent said:

"That's so ugly! How could you possibly like it?"

Didn't you let the child choose for themselves? After the child finished choosing, you said, "How ugly it is!"

And also, "Will you like it?"

If the child doesn't like it, why does he want that? Is it out of curiosity? Or to challenge your aesthetic standards?

If that's your approach, then there's no point in asking your child which item they like when they come in. What's the use of asking? Even if the child picks something out, you won't buy it for them. You could just pick what you like and put it on them.

Don't say things like "Why make such a big deal out of buying clothes for a child?" The child may be young at that time, and their aesthetic sense is naturally different from that of adults. Regardless of whether it is really ugly, the important thing is that the child likes it. Didn't you let the child choose what they like as soon as they walked in the door?

After being rebuked like that, he dared not pick on her again.

As they get older, they might forget what they like. In the end, they'll just wear what their parents think looks good, so does it even matter what they like?

Speaking of this, Ye Shu had met another one.

That was when he had just graduated from university and was renting a room on his own. Before he came to Yunduanyuan, he lived in that small partitioned room, and a mother and son lived next door to him.

The old man was a bachelor. It seemed that his wife had run away when he was young, or something like that. Ye Shu hadn't inquired about it. This information was just something he overheard by chance because the house wasn't well soundproofed.

Those men lived a monotonous life, going to work hard in a small factory during the day and staying with their mothers at night.

The time Ye Shu spent living in that small cubicle was truly eye-opening for him. That old lady was arguably the most controlling person Ye Shu had ever met, bar none.

Every evening, those old men come home from get off work, exhausted from a long day, push open the door, and then you just listen.

"Did you buy cigarettes?" "Did you buy alcohol?" "Why are you ten minutes late today? Where did you go?" "Where's the money in your pocket?"

Those men are almost sixty. If they buy a pack of cigarettes or a bottle of wine, or even if they come home ten minutes late from get off work, their mothers will scold them for it.

Sometimes Ye Shu, listening from next door, felt so frustrated he wanted to explode. It was suffocating; he felt so sorry for that guy.

I'm over fifty years old, and I don't even have control over the few dollars in my pocket. I work hard every day, and when I get home at night, I still have to listen to my parents' complaints.

As Ye Shu listened, he seemed to understand why the old man's wife had run away.

Because this man is also a taciturn person, even when his mother keeps nagging him for hours on end, he can remain silent, eating and sleeping as usual.

However, he may have resisted at first, but gave up when he found it ineffective.

Fortunately, Ye Shu's own family was not like that. Although his parents were not the kind of flawless and perfect parents, at least they were not so morbid and extreme.

When he was a child, apart from studying, he was basically raised in a semi-free-range manner. As long as he didn't break the law or do anything reckless, his parents basically didn't care about him.

It was precisely because of this contrast that Ye Shu resisted making decisions for others from the bottom of her heart.

When you encounter a problem, think about it yourself. Once you've made a choice, don't regret it.

At most, he can offer a few suggestions when you're hesitating, but that's all; the final decision is still yours.

So now he's sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at Xia Qing's profile. He can imagine all sorts of things he'd like Xia Qing to wear, and he can feel secretly pleased. But if they actually go to the store, even if Xia Qing really picks up a princess dress like Xiao Xue's and asks him if it looks good, he'll still be in a different situation.

Ye Shu would also say it looks good.

First of all, this is something that Xia Qing likes, something that she wants, something that makes her happy—that always comes first.

Secondly, it's really beautiful. Just kidding, on the day of his wedding with Xiaoxue, when Ye Shuzhen first saw it, he really thought some princess had come out.

Therefore, Ye Shu was very clear about his role regarding the wedding dress: he wasn't choosing one for her, but rather helping her find one.

The difference between these two is quite significant.