Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2723: Chapter 2718: That Is Your Pleasure

Is there actually a plot where someone rebels against an arranged marriage? The old man really came prepared.

Within the Sanctuary, everyone was shocked.

Even though the old man’s portrayal of Don Juan claiming "I am not your son" could easily cause confusion,

even Fu Qian, who knew what was going on, wouldn’t be led astray by a mere sentence.

Of course, it wasn’t about a personal revelation, in this scene, it clearly felt like a long-suppressed rebellion finally breaking free—

Sorry, I pursue freedom in love, and the one I love is right there in the audience, so I absolutely cannot accept this loveless marriage...

You tell me not to forget my identity, but unfortunately, that cannot bind me. Even if it means not becoming the heir, I can’t let her down again...

Lines like these, classic as ever, didn’t even need to be finished by the groom; surely they were already resonating in the hearts of the audience.

Though Fu Qian didn’t really agree with the logic of these common statements, if someone actually did this, he wouldn’t mind commending the courage.

The main issue here is there might be a bit too many true loves below the stage for "Don Juan".

For instance, as soon as he spoke those words, the one who had been involved in a secret affair below suddenly froze, then, after realizing it, her eyes nearly spat fire.

Yet at the same time, there were at least three or four others within sight who couldn’t maintain their composure, restlessly moving about.

This unorthodox declaration of true feelings ultimately brewed up quite a brutal Shura scene.

So is this commotion the core of the ceremony?

To Fu Qian, while the plot might develop excitingly, he certainly hadn’t forgotten what the old man came here to do.

He had previously drawn two conclusions: first, Ji Feng might be targeting Jose; second, the way he is targeting likely relates to the ceremony involving those ladies in the audience.

With this astounding speech, both conclusions seemed to be confirmed.

Mr. Jose had clearly never been defied in this way, especially on such an occasion.

Moments ago, he was still earnestly instructing, but in an instant, he became the focal point of gazes. Amidst the audience’s intense emotions, it seemed they were all anticipating some thunderous wrath.

...

"You don’t even know what you’re saying, let alone what you want."

Unexpectedly, the thunder didn’t strike too quickly.

Today, Mr. Jose’s tolerance was surprisingly high; after realizing what the rebellious child said, he merely looked at Don Juan meaningfully.

Until the other’s gaze remained resolute, but his body started trembling slightly, he finally shook his head, suggesting that being nervous at such a time was quite normal for young people.

"But do you know what’s lucky for you? Someone helps you understand."

Without giving Don Juan a chance to rebut, he pointed at himself and continued to firmly control the situation.

The meaning was quite simple; compared to shallow words like freedom, true love, and self-discovery, there are far more important things in life, and Don Juan was far from recognizing this point.

However, he had one thing he could boast of: someone was helping him make these judgments to avoid deviating from the path.

"Do you really know everything? Are you sure?"

Unfortunately, it’s said that things could be reversed when taken to the extreme; this ultimate version of "parents only want what’s best for you" instead helped Don Juan regain his lost courage.

A cold laugh escaped his lips; he clearly disagreed with his father’s confidence.

"Do you know what I’ve always hated the most? That I can’t even tell if what I hate is something you hate or not...

"Sometimes, I even feel that Don Juan might as well be your name. My perceptions, my identity, they all bear your mark—even my rebellion aims to break free from that—do you know why I do those things?"

Still quite immature words, full of youthful defiance.

While speaking, Don Juan wasn’t just sweeping a glance; he directly pointed his finger at the audience.

"At the root of it all, there’s only one reason: I wish to feel something that belongs solely to me, like the physical pleasure, or the ’love’ that springs from it."

...

Isn’t it getting a bit too outrageous? Consider the feelings of the ladies’ families.

The direction Don Juan pointed to might not have been that precise, but given his reputation, it was clear everyone understood what he meant.

One has to say, this level does have a sort of self-exposure feel to it.

Some things may be tacitly understood among everyone, but explicitly stating them could be lethal.

With this unabashed statement, the expression on the face of more than one lady’s companion turned false as if plastered on.

"I must say, that feeling certainly is intoxicating. I love having them hold me, smelling the scent on their delicate skin."

Yet Don Juan kept adding on, even describing the details.

"But gradually, that scent started to fade. Do you know why?"

Thankfully, the fundamental purpose of saying these things seemed again to relate to his father’s rebuttal. Soon, he once more aimed at Jose.

"Continue."

Mr. Jose’s expression finally lost its earlier warmth. Yet, there was still no sign of anger; he simply watched Don Juan calmly, indicating for him to go on.

"Because I feel you are smelling them too."

Uncertain whether Mr. Jose regretted doing so, Don Juan’s subsequent words were indeed beyond measure; at least, the husbands of the ladies should vehemently oppose this idea within their hearts.

"Yes, that’s exactly how I feel. That pleasure is clearly mine, but it seems to bring you joy as well."

Unfortunately, Don Juan emphasized this point once again.

"Trust me, I can neither see nor feel the pleasure you experience in that room."

Perhaps sensing that his words had a bad impact, Mr. Jose finally offered an explanation, emphasizing that there was no father-son collaboration, not even any spying.

"But knowing I find joy in that room brings you joy."

Don Juan didn’t let him off easily. His next laugh was sharp enough to cut.

"It’s just that simple. I am an extension of your life, and you deliberately indulge my desire for pleasure, as if to compensate for your own lack.

"Including this supposedly correct wedding now, I’m merely a tool in your life, but unfortunately—"

As he spoke, he even dramatically removed the cloak he’d brought solely for this event and threw it to the ground.

"This time, I refuse, I know what’s truly right for me."

His gaze was even more decisive than his actions, as he rarely looked directly at the bride’s face.

"Sorry, you’re great, but you’re not the right person for me; you’re the right person for my father."