Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2720: Chapter 2715: She Kisses Him, He Kisses Her

There’s an ear behind the door, but pretends not to know.

Maybe Mr. Ji Sr.’s ranking isn’t as high as Mr. Jose’s at the moment, but this situation is fundamentally different from the one in the small chapel.

For Fu Qian, the last time was directly occupying Jose’s own perspective; the other party didn’t have the ability to break the dimensional wall, so there was no need to worry about being detected.

This time, however, there’s a lively, chaotic entity here, and it’s almost impossible to keep it hidden under the Transcendent’s nose.

In this scenario, Mr. Ji Sr.’s attitude is very subtle.

First, stay true to the original intention. According to previous inferences, he is almost certainly here on a mission.

It’s okay to talk about feelings on the side; you can’t be entirely focused on just the task.

So the conversation outside just now was already very strange.

Dressing up as the groom specifically, then coaxing the groom’s old flame into a private room, going so far as to talk endlessly about love, even bringing out terms like "marriage is a cage."

The intention is certainly not pure, but definitely not traditionally "impure."

What does Mr. Ji Sr. want to do?

Simple, he wants to complete the task.

That’s right, regardless of how melodramatic it looks, Fu Qian believes this scene is almost certainly part of Mr. Ji Sr.’s solution.

Including pretending not to know there’s someone in the cabinet.

Fu Qian is naturally very interested in this solution.

After all, methods are designed for problems, and understanding Mr. Ji Sr.’s techniques can effectively aid in comprehending the secrets of the Larea Family.

Let’s see what happens next after saying such things; whether Mr. Ji Sr. will come over to open the cabinet or continue pretending the person inside doesn’t exist.

The choice on this matter will undoubtedly be very revealing.

"What do you say? To my regret, I believed you when you said I’m the only woman who has ever been to this room."

The young lady outside also acknowledged Don Juan’s speculation, admitting she really had hidden inside the cabinet, her words filled with heartache that moved people.

"Do you want to open it to feel how long the time inside is?"

...

Well, there’s even assistance.

Listening throughout, well-read in various melodramatic plots, Fu Qian had no interest in the love and pain of these young people.

Yet, the young lady’s final suggestion was greatly appreciated by him.

Although it’s just an emotional outburst of doubt, it forced Mr. Fu Sr. to directly confront the question—

"No need to feel it; I know."

The effect was immediate, with just a slight hesitation, Mr. Ji Sr. sighed deeply, speaking without taking action.

"Because I’ve felt it more than once, especially when my father informed me about the wedding... You might have heard of his style, but trust me, you never want to feel it face to face."

"I’ve rehearsed countless times, but unfortunately, every time even before I opened my mouth, what I saw was Ji Feng on his face... Can you imagine such a scene?"

Oh?

Is Mr. Ji Sr. so persistent? It really seems problematic.

I must say, the role of "Don Juan" is quite well-reproduced; the senior warehouse predecessor obviously put a lot of effort into this.

The subtle little emotions were full of immersive experience, including that quiet despair.

Of course, Fu Qian’s focus wasn’t here; he was curious about what this relentless effort represented.

It seems Mr. Ji Sr. is really preparing to move his old flame with a therapy-style conversation?

Fu Qian acknowledged that Mr. Ji Sr. did quite well in this aspect, but now it’s a race against time; no unconventional methods employed?

One must know this is a well-prepared Transcendent, and it’s in a "no one can probe" private space.

No need for violent coercion; like Miss Wen, some things that can influence emotions should be used, and there should be no issue in operation.

But Mr. Ji Sr. insisted on not doing so, upholding this pure handcrafted method—why?

"Why should I understand? When have you ever understood me—uh!"

As Fu Qian lets his imagination run wild here, the love entanglement outside is also at its final juncture.

The young lady’s voice is already trembling almost, desperately trying to shake off the other’s hand, staggering almost to be tripped by her skirt.

Unfortunately, not only did she not succeed, she accidentally fell towards the other side and was caught by the slender waist.

Then came the commotion from the beginning of the scene.

Stifling breathing, clashing mouths, skirts pulled out of view, and more indescribable things...

...

Young hero’s good method, definitely the reasonable way to operate in this situation.

Even without the aid of hearing, Fu Qian can entirely imagine the scene over there.

How does that saying go?

No matter what you say, when she follows you into some enclosed space, it’s already an indication of certain attitudes.

And as a debonair gentleman, "Don Juan" wouldn’t miss this.

Therefore, the outcome of this closed-room competition was nearly foreordained.

Regardless of how disheveled Mr. Ji Sr. may appear, he’s essentially assured of victory; it’s just a matter of realizing it more naturally.

The issue here is that he chose the most natural way... no supernatural elements added, only seeking the most reasonable way to stir the other person’s emotions.

Not only to gain her body but even her heart, regardless of whether it’s during his wedding day...

Isn’t that a bit too amorous?—He wanted precisely that on his wedding day.

At a certain point, Fu Qian’s heart admired Mr. Ji Sr.’s objective, seemingly grasping something of his purpose.

Pretending to be the groom, but ditching the bride, coming to rendezvous with the old flame, even goading tirelessly into love talk.

Not for the lively body, but for what might be nurtured within that corporeal soul?

It’s entirely conceivable that after this moment of passion, the wedding would proceed as usual, and the woman, now as a spectator, would be pondering her emotions below the stage.

The strong ripples from the human soul stirred up are crucial to Mr. Ji Sr.’s goal?

If it wasn’t the Em House Palace but somewhere else, Fu Qian might not lean towards thinking like this, but don’t forget the historical nickname of today’s fine day.

Blood-red wedding.

It’s said that a considerable number of female guests later went home and murdered their husbands.

The other protagonist of the wedding, the bride, is even suspected of being corrupted by the "Executioner" of the Father’s Amnion.

And as is well known, the representative ability of Lord Stomach is "pleasure," a very amorous aura, focusing on human nature’s distortion and evolution.

Could Mr. Ji Sr. be the real culprit behind the blood-red wedding? Is he trying to plant alternative seeds in the female guests?