Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1575 - 966: Shameless Old Dad (Part 3)

"I have received everyone's sincerity; Geyu is my most cherished daughter. My standards for a son-in-law are entirely unrelated to one's background, status, abilities, or talents. Only if my daughter fancies him will he be considered the best."

He turned his gaze to Fang Geyu, a hint of fond amusement in his smile. "The day is drawing to a close; I wonder if Geyu has taken a liking to any of these gentlemen? Tell your father, so I can have a clearer picture."

Fang Geyu shot him a sideways glance, responding with playful bluntness, "Father, you can't even settle matters between yourself and the Qin Lou steward, yet you presume to arrange my marriage? Does that make any sense?"

In front of all the assembled guests, she didn't hesitate to expose her father's little entanglement.

Qin Lou cleared his throat, turning his head away slightly to mask his embarrassment.

Fang You's usually dignified face flushed crimson with indignation. "You, you, you... you little girl, how can you be so indiscreet? Is this the place to say such things? We are discussing *your* matters! *Your* matters!"

Fang Geyu offered a perfunctory sigh. "Father insists it's for my own good, that everything should be done according to his wishes, and that choosing a husband is entirely my decision. Yet, years ago, I chose a young man with strong legs, a slender waist, fair skin, and a handsome face, but you were never willing to let me bring him back to Shifang City. Now you ask about my wishes – what sense does that make?"

Strong legs and a slender waist?

Fair skin and a handsome face?

Someone's wine cup suddenly slipped from their grasp, clattering to the floor.

Even Baili An couldn't help but pause, lowering the walnut he was holding, his brow furrowed in thought.

Fair skin and a handsome face?

Could she possibly be referring to that childhood sweetheart, Baili Xianxian?

It was perplexing that Fang Geyu, despite her seven emotions having been sealed by the spider box, still held onto memories of that young man?

Fang You's reaction was equally strong. He puffed out his beard and glared, "Watch your words! Be careful! Can a young lady speak like that? Are you talking about a paramour? A mere pretty boy who relies on his looks to charm others – is he worthy of entering the gates of my Shifang City? Bah! Bah bah!"

Perhaps recalling the incident where his perfectly doted-upon daughter was nearly ensnared by some unknown, attractive face from outside.

Fang You, overcome with distress and regret, thrust half of his aged face forward. Losing all pretense of gentility, like a stubborn old father, he raised his palm and struck his own cheek.

"I don't know which scoundrel deserves to be flayed! How dare he bewitch my daughter! Bah bah! Shameless! Shameless! Shameless!"

Was he perhaps picturing that alluring, transient heartbreaker, and in his rage, mistaking his own face for that of his hated rival?

That slap was undeniably clear, a potent reflection of City Lord Fang You's profound loathing for that individual.

Fang Geyu, no longer interested in her father's dramatic display, picked up her wine cup and lazily rose. She surveyed the room, her eyes gleaming with a hint of disdain.

With a leisurely smile, she said, "You all have come with sincerity, and naturally, I meet you with the same. However, you should know that becoming a son-in-law in Shifang City is not a simple matter."

The gathering fell into a moment of silence, after which someone immediately responded, "A thousand words cannot match the Third Miss's single sentence. Today's bright sun and gentle breeze cannot compare to this brief encounter. With a sincere heart, I am willing to overcome any difficulty to unite with the Miss; worldly hardships, I would not fear."

Fang Geyu's gaze shifted, landing on the composed and silent Mu Yunye. "Immortal Lord Mu, is this also your sentiment?"

Mu Yunye promptly lifted his wine cup, offering a respectful toast to Fang Geyu. "Only seeking one heart, amidst morning mist and evening smoke, faithfully keeping the promise from the very beginning."