[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

There are mainly female customers in the store, and the hosts are mainly female waiters.

Lydia stood aside, watching Kitty skillfully chatting with the customers in the store.

Most of them were female guests familiar to the Bennet family, basically living nearby, and they were happy to accept Kitty's recommendation.

Lydia yawned slowly, and quickly covered it with the book in her hand as if thinking of something.

She moved a bench and stared blankly at the jewels and embellishments on her clothes.

"Lydia," Kitty said as she saw off the guests, and saw Lydia in a daze, "do you want to take a look behind?"

"Okay," Lydia stood up quickly, "I was just going to check, is Katie still behind?"

She remembered that Kitty sent the cat here a few days ago, and said, "Let it experience the artistic and beautiful environment".

In fact, the main thing is to let Mr. Sharp take care of this guy. After all, Mom has nagged about the torn sofa cover several times.

After giving some instructions to the clerk, Kitty dragged Lydia to the back door.

Behind the store is a small courtyard, and the storeroom for storing clothes is also in one of the rooms.

Before they crossed the courtyard, they saw a reckless apprentice running towards them in a panic.

"Miss Catherine," she said breathlessly, "there is a Mr. Wickham who claims to have an engagement with Miss Lydia."

Kitty glanced at Lydia unexpectedly, but Lydia was a little unresponsive.

"Wickham?" Lydia had completely forgotten the surname, "Who is it?"

She frowned, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember where she heard it.

Probably not an important person.

"Is...your pursuer?" Kitty asked.

"No, I'll go and have a look," Lydia looked at her inexplicably, "I can't even remember the name, it must not be someone important."

"Maybe it's the manservant of your suitor?" said Kitty, laughing.

"Maybe," Lydia thought about it again, but she couldn't think of it, so she simply gave up.

She straightened her clothes, "I haven't thought about it yet, Kitty, go find Jane first, I'll go and see what this man is here for."

Maybe it was to smash the scene?This makes sense, after all, it is very possible to be familiar with competitors.

Kitty nodded.

"Then be careful," she said worriedly.

"Why should I be careful?" Lydia clenched her fist and waved it. "Whoever comes to trouble us, I will punch a child."

She walked back for a while and drilled back into the store, only to find that there was indeed someone waiting in front of her.

But it seems that he is not alone.

Lydia walked on before she remembered who this Mr. Wixham was.

Isn't this the guy who should be arrested?

He looked much more distressed than before, formally fitted clothes turned into cotton vests and shirts, not only that, but the crappy designs were probably also finished products.

Tsk, it seems that this gentleman's economic situation is not optimistic.

The other, her prospective brother-in-law, Mr. Bingley, was arguing fiercely with this Mr. Wickham.

The soft-spoken Mr. Bingley does not seem to be as sharp-tongued as this Wixham, and is gradually declining.

The two were arguing at the door of the store, and they were really rushing customers. The female customers who originally came here went elsewhere, and the two of them didn't know it, and they even had a tendency to fight

Lydia had to push aside the crowd of onlookers, and stepped forward to pull the two apart.

The crowd of onlookers thought that a lady had stepped forward, and the two stopped, but the person concerned clearly knew that he was forcibly dragged away.

Mr. Bingley, who had never felt Lydia's strength before, was stunned, while Wixham, who was opposite him, gave Lydia a rather apprehensive look.

After politely leading the two into the reception room, Lydia asked.

"What happened?" Lydia asked.

Mr. Bingley glanced at Wickham angrily, but Wickham looked indifferent.

"He..." He said with difficulty, "Miss Lydia, this vile and shameless guy said you had an affair with him."

At that time, he was planning to go out for a walk with Jane, but he bumped into Wixham who was waiting nearby, having sex with passers-by, and said that he had an affair with the Fifth Miss of this shop.

Wickham has a bad character and stole money from the Darcy family. How can he trust this liar?

If an innocent lady was involved, Bingley would have to defend her, let alone his wife and sister.

He didn't know that Wixham was imprisoned in London some time ago, and he thought that he heard that Darcy admired Miss Bennet's family and took the opportunity to extort money, so he started arguing with him like this.

This Lydia really didn't expect that Wixham was so courageous.

Have an affair?The camaraderie that puts people in jail?

But how did he come out?The first thing he did when he came out was to spread rumors about her?

Lydia glanced at the sluggish side, as if she had forgotten that she was once a normal Wickham.To deal with him, the first task is to send brother-in-law away first.

She said gently, "Mr. Bingley, what's the matter with you? Jane is behind, you go to him. I'll have a good talk with this gentleman."

"Can you be alone? Isn't it suitable?" Mr. Bingley said worriedly.

"What's wrong?" Wickham leaned back on the chair next to him. "Will I eat this young lady?"

"Old Jack is with me, and nothing will happen," replied Lydia.

Old Jack standing in the corner nodded to Mr. Bingley.

After the hesitant Bentley left, Lydia looked at the leisurely Wickham with a smile.

"Old Jack," she rolled up her dangling sleeves, "close the door."

After a long beating, Lydia looked down at Wixham, "Do you still need me to talk to you about life and ideals?"

She twisted her wrist, "Again, I don't think you will be stupid next time?"

The tone implied a threat, and Wickham, who was paralyzed on the ground, quickly replied tremblingly, "No, no, no, no, no."

The cold marble floor was next to his bruised face. Wickham never thought that he was in his prime, but he was beaten like this by a weak-looking girl.

Then Wickham explained the matter clearly, and swore he had never thought so fast before.

Including who was released on bail, who was instructed to come to Hertfordshire, and what role did that person play behind the scenes.

"...I really," Wickham said, crying hoarsely, "if I knew there would be, no, I shouldn't have come out of the prison in the first place."

He shuddered again.

"Thank you for your confession," Lydia took out a stack of parchment and a copy of inkpad from the bookcase at the back, and threw it in front of him, "Let's write it, please give your fingerprint when you're done, huh?"

She waved to the old Jack who was standing in the corner, "Uncle Jack, please help send him to the sheriff, say he is a fugitive from London."

Hearing this, Old Jack stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards Wickham on the ground.

Wickham grinned at the corner of his mouth, and was pulled up calmly.

He has always been aware of current affairs, and after he finished writing according to Lydia's instructions, he left with Old Jack.

Looking at his leaving figure, Lydia always felt that things were getting more and more complicated.

"...that's it," Lydia said, putting a spoonful of jam into her mouth.

The sweet and sour taste exploded on the tip of her tongue, and she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

"Will someone think that the Queen treats you differently and harms you?" Darcy sat opposite, his brows were tightly frowned, "I don't think it's right." He always felt that it was a different kind of temptation.

"Whatever," Lydia stuffed another mouthful of the biscuit, "this tastes great! I love cookies!"

The sound of her cheering caught the attention of a few tables nearby, but it was nothing.

Anyway, there are not many weirdos on this ship like her.

"He really likes cookies," Jack said to Sinbad beside him. "Oh, like a kid."

Sinbad shrugged noncommittally.

He didn't expect that what he said casually was heard by Lydia.

"Who is that, who are you talking about?" Lydia asked in disbelief. "He said I was a child, did I? Huh?"

She pulled her clothes, and then turned on the watch on her hand.

"Is this like a child's outfit? How tasteful is it?"

"Hey, it's not a man to think about conversation," Jack called to her across the crowd.

Darcy glanced at her and hooked the corner of his mouth.

"Huh? You think I'm childish too?" Lydia decisively pulled away the small dessert table in front, "I won't keep it for you."

"To be honest," Rose walked to her side at some point, "it's really kind of cute."

Before she could say anything else, she was glared at by the mother beside her.

It was a woman who looked too serious, and her conversation and dress didn't look like Mrs. Bennet's style, but she looked a lot more elegant.

But Lydia also saw from the old woman that "the poor should stay away from my daughter".

"Rose, let's go," she held Rose tightly with her withered arms, forcing her to leave quickly.

Rose smiled awkwardly, "Mom..."

The old woman gave her a stern look, and her high bun shook accordingly.

Rose shut her mouth immediately.

"How many times have I told you, don't talk to such lowly people," she said through the crowd and jumped into Lydia's ears, "You never know what kind of germs this kind of people carry …dirty…"

Lydia looked at Rose's disappearing figure, a little dazed.

"Do you think she's a bit miserable?" Lydia asked softly.

Darcy did not answer, but a gentleman next to him took up the conversation.

"It's okay, this gentleman is too naive with such an unrestrained mind," the gentleman said calmly and sarcastically, "So, can you take your eyes off my fiancée, Mr. Bravery? "

Lydia glanced at him unexpectedly.

Then I belatedly remembered that I was indeed dressed like a decent gentleman now.

"Oh, yes," Lydia replied.

Her crisp answer actually choked Karl.

He straightened up and held out his hand to Lydia.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Carl Holik," he said freely, "Nice to meet you."

"Dia Bennet," Lydia introduced, "this is Fitzwilliam Darcy."

She squeezed it and let it go quickly.

"Let's go back, Mr. Darcy," she yawned, covering her mouth. "I want to sleep."

"Of course," replied Darcy.

"I think, do you need something else?" Carl held back at this time, "I think a dish of pan-fried foie gras here is not bad."

Although he didn't have a good impression of this Mr. Bennet, he was a little interested in Mr. Darcy beside him.It seems that he is also engaged in business, and his intuition tells him that chatting with this person may bring some unexpected gains.

Lydia's eyes lit up when she heard the food.

"Then we can reluctantly stay a little longer?" She inadvertently sat back on her seat.

"Oh, so you are the heir to this ship..." Lydia said vaguely, biting the food in her mouth.

"No, my family's company built the ship," Carl repeated, "I can only say that I'm lucky to be the heir to the family."

Not long after Darcy and Carl Hockley talked about business, Lydia filled her stomach.

She leaned comfortably on the chair for a while, thanked the new gentleman, and walked to the room on the other side of the deck.

There weren't too many people on the road, perhaps because they missed the most crowded time at noon, which resulted in the deck being empty now.

Lydia took the opportunity to stretch her arms, "The weather is really nice today, do you want to go fishing later?"

"Haven't you eaten enough seafood?" Darcy asked curiously.

They ate every meal on the boat these days, and Lydia said yesterday that she was tired of three meals of fish and two meals of shrimp.

"But fishing doesn't necessarily require me to eat," Lydia said bluntly. "Anyway, I can give it to someone when the time comes. Let's go fishing for a while after the boat stops! But speaking of it, why do you think I'm just fishing?" For eating?"

The corner of Darcy's lower lip curled, causing Lydia to yell at him to hit him.

The weather was fine, with a few white and pure clouds floating in the blue sky, as clear as an oil painting.

They passed the white railing on the side of the boat, and Lydia saw Rose standing alone on the side, and went up to say hello.

"Miss Rose," Lydia touched the hat on her head, took it off and put it on her chest, and saluted her, "Good afternoon, what are you doing?"

Rose's body swayed.

Only then did Lydia notice that one of Rose's feet had protruded beyond the railing, and it seemed that she was just about to fall.