"Everyone’s sincerity, I have already acknowledged. Geyu is my most beloved daughter; my criteria for choosing a son-in-law have nothing to do with background, status, abilities, or talents.

As long as my daughter likes him, then he must be the best."

He turned his head, looked at Fang Geyu, and smiled with a teasing touch of affection:

"The day has come to an end, I wonder if Geyu has taken a liking to any gentleman, tell your father, so I can have some idea."

Fang Geyu glanced sideways, mercilessly said: "Father, you have no idea how to handle matters between you and the Qin Lou steward, yet you come to arrange my marriage; how can you make sense of that."

In front of everyone, she mercilessly exposed her father’s electronic romantic affairs.

Qin Lou cleared his throat, turning his face to the side to ease the awkwardness.

Fang You’s dignified old face turned red, furious: "You, you, you... you little girl, how can you be so indiscreet, is this something to say in front of everyone? We’re talking about your matters! Your matters!"

Fang Geyu sighed perfunctorily, "Father says it’s for my own good, everything according to me, choosing a husband also entirely up to me.

But years ago I chose a lad with straight legs, long waist, fair skin, and a beautiful face, yet you were never willing to let me bring him back to Shifang City. Now you ask about my wishes, what sense does that make?"

Straight legs and long waist?

Fair skin and beautiful face?

Someone’s wine glass unexpectedly fell.

Even Baili An couldn’t help but lower the walnut in his hand, deeply furrowing his eyebrows.

Fair skin and beautiful face?

Could she be talking about that childhood sweetheart, Baili Xianxian?

This Fang Geyu’s seven emotions have clearly been sealed by the spider box, yet she still hasn’t forgotten that lad?

Fang You’s reaction was equally intense, blowing his beard and glaring: "Be careful with your words! Be careful! Can a girl say such things?

Are you talking about a lover? A lover? A petty person who serves others with looks, is he worthy of entering the gates of my Shifang City? Bah! Bah bah!"

Perhaps remembering the experience where his ideally perfect daughter nearly got lured away by some outside unknown pretty face.

Fang You, in agony and regret, stuck out half of his old face, with no trace of gentility, like an obstinate old father, raised his palm and slapped his own face:

"I don’t know which scoundrel deserves flaying! How dare he seduce my daughter! Bah bah! Shameless! Shameless! Shameless!"

Is he imagining that seductive temporary womanizer, and taking his own face for that hated face?

That slap was quite unambiguous, reflecting City Lord Fang You’s deep-seated hatred for that person.

Fang Geyu couldn’t be bothered to watch her father’s performance skills further, grasped her wine cup and lazily got up, looking toward everyone, eyes filled with a scornful light.

She leisurely said with a smile: "Everyone comes with enthusiasm, naturally I meet you with sincerity, but you should know, being a son-in-law in Shifang City isn’t that simple."

The gathering fell silent for a moment, then someone immediately spoke: "A thousand words can’t match the Third Miss’s single sentence, today’s bright sun and gentle breeze can’t compare to this brief encounter.

With sincere heart, I am willing to overcome all difficulties to unite with the Miss, worldly hardships, I would not fear."

Fang Geyu glanced over, looking at the calm and silent Mu Yunye: "Immortal Lord Mu, is this what you also think?"

Mu Yunye immediately lifted a wine cup, respectfully toasting Fang Geyu: "Only seeking one heart, amidst morning mist and evening smoke, faithfully keeping the promise since the beginning."