Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Hearing Yang Tao's question, Lin Bufan took the doll wearing an exquisite handmade wedding dress, and gently brushed his fingertips across the delicate lace on it. With admiration and confidence in his eyes, he looked at Yang Tao, his tone gentle but unquestionable: "Because I see your shadow in it."

Yang Tao stopped folding clothes and looked up in confusion: "Ah? My shadow?"

"Right!" Lin Bufan took a few steps closer and held the doll between them, his gaze shifting between the doll and Yang Tao's face. "A designer, especially when they put their heart and soul into designing and crafting something with their own hands, often unconsciously imbues their work with their own emotions, personality, and even some... well, inexplicable qualities. It's like a writer's style when writing, or a painter's brushstrokes when painting." He paused, organizing his words, trying to more accurately express the feeling. "Look at the lines of this wedding dress: sleek yet soft, the details exude a relentless refinement. And the color and material combination: plain yet richly layered... Putting all these things together, I feel, well, this is very Yang Tao. It reflects your aesthetic, your patience, and your understanding and persistence of beauty."

"I'd be surprised if I believed you, you're just bullshitting!" Yang Tao said this, but she was still very happy. She lowered her head and continued folding the clothes in her hands. Her voice was soft, with a hint of nostalgia and subtle regret: "Actually... my dream since I was a child has been to become a wedding dress designer. When I was little, I always imagined that on my wedding day, I would have to wear a wedding dress designed by myself."

Hearing this, Lin Bufan's eyes lit up. It's good to have a dream. What I, "Wang Duoyu", like most is to fulfill other people's dreams!

Lin Bufan sat down next to Yang Tao and asked, "Why didn't you develop in this direction later?"

Yang Tao's movements slowed down, her tone somewhat downcast. "Back then, I really wanted to pursue this field, but during a physical examination... I was diagnosed with color blindness. Although it doesn't affect my daily life, the requirements of those top design schools are very strict..." She shrugged helplessly, pretending to be relaxed. "There was no other way. I had to settle for the next best thing, chose a different major, and found my current job. But I've always kept this hobby. When I have free time, I just sketch out some designs or make little dresses for dolls like this, just to satisfy my craving."

Yang Tao’s reasons or her own shortcomings are nothing to Lin Bufan!

With the right approach, even color blindness, not to mention color weakness, could be marketed as a "unique color perception system." He'd invite a few established fashion industry veterans to endorse his design, praising it for "breaking the shackles of traditional color usage." He'd also have a few popular celebrities walk the red carpet in her wedding gowns and create a few blockbuster photoshoots. He even had the title planned for the fashion magazine interview: "Star Peach: Redefining Wedding Aesthetics with Intuition."

Then, they'd show at Paris Fashion Week. Even if their collections weren't particularly impressive, as long as enough press releases and catchy headlines—"Eastern Designer Rocks Paris Fashion Week, Minimalist Wedding Dresses Set a New Trend"—then they'd win a few modest "Emerging Designer of the Year" awards and give a few university lectures. Within a year or two, the "Carambola" name would be firmly established in the fashion world.

By then, will it really matter whether the wedding dress designs themselves are beautiful? Naturally, there will be fans who will argue in her favor: "You think they're ugly? That's because your aesthetic taste isn't at that level yet." The works of masters always take time to appreciate.

Of course, this depends on Yang Tao's willingness. If Yang Tao just wants to open a store, or be a quiet wedding dress designer, Lin Bufan will also support her!

Lin Bufan, who had an idea, immediately became very serious. "Taozi! Do you know? Every man actually has a secret and great dream in his heart!"

Yang Tao was stunned by his sudden excitement and asked subconsciously: "...What dream?"

Lin Bufan held Yang Tao's hand tightly, his eyes so sincere that he seemed to be swearing: "That is - marry a wedding dress designer as my wife!"

"Huh?!" Yang Tao was bewildered. What kind of weird dream was this? Isn't it common for men to dream of becoming Ultraman, beating up monsters like crazy?

Yang Tao looked at Lin Bufan's excited expression, as if he had discovered a new world. She shrugged with a bit of a smile and folded the clothes in her hands and put them in the box. "What's the point of thinking about it? This is the reality. Color blindness... There are many professional barriers that cannot be overcome. Besides, I have been doing this job for so many years, it's quite stable. I can't just throw it away."

"Thresholds are meant to be crossed, and rules are meant to be broken!" Lin Bufan once again took Yang Tao's hand as she sorted out her clothes, and said firmly, "As long as you still have this idea in your mind and want to continue designing wedding dresses, leave the rest to me."

"You managed it?" Yang Tao blinked doubtfully, reaching out to touch Lin Bufan's forehead. "You don't have a fever, do you? Boss Lin, I know you're incredibly powerful, but this kind of thing...how do you handle it? Are you going to go to the admissions office of those design schools and say, 'Hey, my girlfriend is color-blind, but she's a genius, you have to make an exception and admit her?'"

Lin Bufan smiled mysteriously, avoiding Yang Tao's inquiring gaze. He picked up an empty box nearby and began to help her pack the books. "Well... I have my own clever ideas. Don't worry about how I do it. In short, you just need to answer me: do you want to or not?"

"I..." Yang Tao looked at Lin Bufan's confident expression, and a long-lost throbbing in her heart was indeed aroused. That deeply buried dream seemed to be stirring again. She hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, her voice soft but clear: "I do. Of course I do...but..."

"No buts!" Lin Bufan interrupted Yang Tao and stood up and walked towards the living room. "Since Ms. Yang Tao has confirmed that she still wants to pursue her dream of becoming a designer, this assistant officially informs you that you can start preparing your resignation. Then, just sit back and wait to be your wedding dress designer!"

"Hey! Are you serious?" Yang Tao, seeing Lin Bufan's firm words, became even more curious and uneasy. She grabbed Lin Bufan's arm and shook it, "What are you planning to do? Tell me now! Otherwise, I won't be able to quit my job easily."

Lin Bufan was dizzy from being dazzled by Yang Tao, but he remained tight-lipped and just dodged with a smile: "The secret cannot be revealed! You will know when the time comes. I promise to make your dream come true."

"Will you tell me or not? Will you tell me or not?" Seeing that being soft was not enough, Yang Tao simply started to tickle Lin Bufan.

"Ouch! Hahaha... Manager Yang... a gentleman uses words, not fists!" Lin Bufan laughed, shrank back, and ran towards the living room.

"Who calls you a gentleman! I'm a woman! Speak quickly!" Yang Tao was relentless and chased Lin Bufan around the room.

The two of them laughed and joked, and the originally dull atmosphere of the move suddenly became light and cheerful. The cardboard boxes and debris were temporarily forgotten, and the room was filled with Yang Tao's crisp laughter and Lin Bufan's exaggerated pleas for mercy.

After a while of arguing, the two finally stopped, breathless. Yang Tao's cheeks flushed red. She put her hands on her hips and looked at Lin Bufan, who was also laughing and sweating, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore. Anyway... I believe you."

"That's right!" Lin Bufan stepped forward and helped Yang Tao straighten her hair, which had been messed up by playing. "Don't worry, I won't do anything rash. Now, our first priority is to move home. Once we get to our new home, you can plan your designer studio carefully, okay?"

"Yeah!" Yang Tao nodded vigorously, her eyes shining again. Looking at the room full of luggage waiting to be packed, she rolled up her sleeves with great enthusiasm: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get to work!"

The sunlight shines through the window into the room, illuminating the busy and harmonious figures of the two people, and their smiles full of anticipation for the future.

After a long day of hard work, the two finally moved all of Yang Tao's belongings to their new villa in Aolai Fenglin. Although Lin Bufan had hired a moving company to handle the larger items, the smaller tasks of sorting, unpacking, and placing them took a lot of effort. By the time the last box was unpacked and the most frequently used items were put back in their proper places, the sun was already setting outside the window.

After hastily ordering takeout for dinner, Yang Tao practically collapsed on the large, soft sofa in the living room. Lin Bufan smiled and walked over to sit next to her, allowing her to lean on him more comfortably.

Yang Tao looked around the spacious, bright, and exquisitely decorated living room. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a lush courtyard landscape, shrouded in a soft, warm glow by the twilight. She sighed contentedly, a smile playing on her lips, her voice lazily after a busy day, "This house is so nice, so big, so bright, and so well-designed. I never dreamed I could live in a house like this..." She paused, tilted her head slightly, and rested her cheek against Lin Bufan's shoulder, her tone revealing a barely perceptible ethereal air, "It's just... it feels a little too quiet and empty. For just the two of us, isn't it... a little too big?"

Hearing this, Lin Bufan lowered his head and rubbed the top of her head with his chin, then said without hesitation, "Feeling bored? That's easy, why not bring Aunt Xue over to live with us? Or if Sister Qing and her husband are willing, they can come over often. It'll be more lively with more people, and our home will have more atmosphere. You'll have someone to chat with and relieve your boredom."

Yang Tao immediately shook her head, her tone very firm: "No, no. My mother will definitely not come. She is used to living in the old house and knows all the neighbors. Besides," she sat up straighter and looked at Lin Bufan seriously: "Even if they are willing, I can't agree. Although the house is in my name, it was you who bought it. I am already very... very embarrassed. If you bring my family in to live permanently, what will happen? Absolutely not."

Seeing Yang Tao's resolute attitude, Lin Bufan didn't force it. He smiled easily and took her back into his arms: "Okay, I'll listen to you. That's all I said, don't feel burdened. This house is yours now, you can arrange it however you want. If you change your mind, you can do it anytime."

Yang Tao felt warm in her heart, she put her arms around Lin Bufan's waist and said softly, "Thank you."

"What's there to thank me for?" Lin Bufan laughed, and gently combed Yang Tao's long hair with his fingers. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "By the way, do you like cats and dogs? If you feel that your home lacks a little vitality, it would be nice to have a pet to accompany you."

"I like it!" Yang Tao's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again with a hint of regret. "I've always wanted to get a golden retriever. It's docile and smart. But... as you know, working in a hotel, the hours are irregular. I'm so busy that I have no time to take good care of it. I'd be mistreating it if I got one."

"What's so difficult about this?" Lin Bufan said nonchalantly, "Why not just hire a nanny? Someone will take care of it, walk it, feed it, comb its fur, and all you have to do is enjoy its company."

Yang Tao hesitated. "Hiring a nanny just for a dog... isn't that a bit too much?"

Lin Bufan took it for granted: "Even if you don't have a dog, this house is so big that daily cleaning and maintenance is a huge project. Do you really want to spend hours mopping the floor and dusting the floor every day after work? That would be so tiring, how would you have time to do the things you like, like drawing your design? Hiring a nanny to take care of the daily cleaning and cooking will free up your time. It's money well spent."

Yang Tao listened to Lin Bufan's analysis, looked at the vast space before her, and thought carefully. It was indeed true. She definitely didn't have enough energy to maintain this villa by herself. She no longer hesitated, nodded, and leaned back into Lin Bufan's arms, her tone becoming lighter: "Well, you're right. Then... I'll listen to you."

The dusk deepens and the lights come on!

Although he was busy all day, the key to exercise is persistence. Therefore, Lin Bufan dragged Yang Tao, whose limbs were weak, and forced himself to exercise for three hours!

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains. Lin Bufan got up energetically, looked at Yang Tao who was still sleeping, and gently nudged her: "Taozi, get up. I'll take you somewhere today."

Yang Tao opened his eyes drowsily, his voice filled with sleep: "So early... where are you going?"

"Brother Biao Paradise." Lin Bufan said as he put on his clothes, "There's a branch in Kyoto. I'll take you there to adopt a golden retriever and fulfill your dream of raising a dog."

When Yang Tao heard they were going to adopt a golden retriever, she immediately perked up and quickly got up and washed up. Half an hour later, the two of them got into Lin Bufan's car and drove towards Biaoge Paradise.

Driving through the morning rush hour traffic, Yang Tao looked out the window at the street scene, feeling happy. Suddenly, she noticed that Lin Bufan had slowed down and was looking towards the roadside.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Tao followed his gaze.

Not far ahead, a long line formed in front of a building, winding its way across the sidewalk. The line included men, women, young and old, many of whom had brought their own stools, clearly having been waiting for a long time.

"Taozi, do you know where that is?" Lin Bufan asked curiously, "Why are there so many people queuing? Is there a special restaurant opening?"

Yang Tao turned to look at Lin Bufan with a strange look in her eyes: "Don't you know where that is?"

Lin Bufan was bewildered by the look: "Should I know?"

"You're the boss, of course you should know." Yang Tao's tone was a little teasing.

Lin Bufan was bewildered. Hadn't he just planned to open a bridal shop for Yang Tao yesterday? How come it was open today and there was such a long line? Had he traveled through time again?