[Pride and Prejudice] Another Spring of "Scumbags"

When Lydia awoke, she found herself lying on an unfamiliar four-poster bed.

She looked at the decoration and furnishings in the room, and wondered how she came here from the master bedroom in the manor in Wheeler Village, when the door was pushed open with her back.

A maid came in with a large tray in her hand.

She glanced at Lydia who didn't know when she got up and was staring at him with a pair of slightly blank eyes, and immediately let out a cheer of surprise,

"Oh, Miss Lydia, you've finally woken up," the maid came to Lydia with light steps, observed her face carefully, and said in a concerned voice, "I'll go and inform Mrs. ,By the way, I will prepare hot water for you to wash your hands." She said as she put down the tray in her hand, and hurriedly went downstairs with her skirt.

Looking at her familiar tone and hurried back, Lydia's heart sank.

She was very sure that she did not know this maid, and she was also very sure that since she got married, no one except Mrs. Hill, the old housekeeper of the Bennett family, had ever called her Miss Lydia affectionately.They all spoke of her as Mrs. Wickham in unanimous respectful tones.

What the hell is going on here? !

Before Lydia could figure it out--

The door was slammed open again.

A woman with a blue shawl wrapped around her shoulders rushed over, weeping with joy.She hugged Lydia tightly.

"Oh! You're so worried about me! Honey!" she said, crying, tears trickling down the collar of Lydia's pajamas.

Lydia is not a person who likes to be in close contact with strangers. She cried and rubbed like this and her scalp exploded, but she didn't know if there was something wrong with her body. She was so weak that she couldn't break free from the woman's embrace at all.

Fortunately, the woman is still calm.

After crying, she let go of Lydia and sat down on the stool brought by the maid.

While wiping away tears, she said reproachfully, "Lydia, I didn't blame you, you are too self-willed, how can you force Mr. Wickham to take you to ride a horse and a car in the middle of the night?! The moonlight is not so good these days. Bright, if Mr. Wickham hadn't been so skilled, you would have been favored by the Lord now."

Lydia lowered her eyes, and apologized calmly following the woman's tone, looking for something useful to herself from her words.

After hearing this, the woman panted more evenly.

"I brought you from Longbourne to Brighton to entertain you, and if anything happens to you with me please, my husband and I will do Mr and Mrs Bennet! "

Lydia's eyelids twitched as soon as the word 'Brighton' came out of the woman's mouth.

She is no stranger to this place.

Since the status of their family has become better and better under the hard work of her and her husband, the once youthful and frivolous past has become a topic of conversation that everyone enjoys talking about.

It has been said more than once that her marriage with her husband started in Brighton.

That being the case... the woman who kept claiming to have brought her from Longbourn to Brighton was—

Lydia made up her mind.

She tentatively called Mrs. Foster's name, and Mrs. Foster's hand, which was wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, immediately covered her lips.

"Oh, Lydia, don't blame me for talking too much, I'm also concerned about chaos." She said reproachfully, "You don't know how scared I was when I saw the carriage dumped on the road outside the house, if it wasn't for Wick Mr. Mu is in good shape..."

A helpless light flashed across Lydia's eyes.

Others thought Mr. Wickham was fooling around because he couldn't resist her entreaties, but she knew very well...it was just a big elopement show.

What she should think about now is how to shut up that Wickham... and how to return to the arrogant world with Wei Qiao and their children.

Thinking that now she and her husband and children can really be called Lydia who are separated by two worlds, I can't help but feel a strong sense of sadness in my heart.

"Now that you're sober, go and see Mr. Wickham," Mrs. Foster demanded of her surviving companion. "He's suffered a great crime, and his lower leg is broken!"

Lydia responded perfunctorily, and was gently dragged out of bed by Mrs. Foster. She washed her face and rinsed her mouth under the service of the maid. Mrs. Foster looked at the faint worry between her brows and felt a little bit in her heart. He said with great relief, "A well-bred gentleman can only be proud and honored to save a lady from a dangerous place. Don't be sad. Mr. Wickham is honored by his wounds, and everyone admires him." What?" While talking, he took out two croissants from the tray and handed them to Lydia, and sent a glass of milk to him, "Eat something first to rest your stomach—"

Lydia made a grateful expression, took the bread and tore it up and ate it bit by bit. Her movements were not slow, but they had a neat and elegant charm.Mrs. Foster looked at her with staring eyes, and felt that her friend had really grown up after going through all these ordeals, so she couldn't help being happy for her.

When Lydia finished drinking the milk in the glass, she couldn't wait to hold Lydia's hand and walked downstairs, "Because Mr. Wickham broke his leg, Mr. Foster specially excused him. Training, he is lying in the guest room on the first floor now, oh, that is such a brave gentleman, I have never seen anyone dare to ride a mad horse and subdue it except him."

Lydia answered vaguely, was dragged downstairs by Mrs. Foster, and knocked on one of the doors.

"Come in."

A pleasant and gentle voice came from the door.

Mrs. Foster, with a pleasing smile on her face, took Lydia's arm generously and dragged her in.

"Hey, George, we're here to see you, are you okay?" Her voice was affectionate and concerned.

A handsome man with one foot held up high by a splint bandage smiled at his boss's wife with clean white teeth, "Oh, I think I'm fine." His beautiful blue eyes fell on Lydia body.

Lydia saw his golden eyelashes flutter like a butterfly's wings.

"Miss Lydia, I have been concerned about your safety since you were sent upstairs by everyone last night. I don't know if you are safe now." He asked implicitly, his eyes were concerned and restrained.

Lydia looked at the face in front of her that she had seen for more than ten years, and felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. She was used to mixing this face with that man named Wei Qiao, and now It is not an easy task to separate them.

She pursed her somewhat dry lips, and just about to speak, Mrs. Foster took the conversation.

"You'd better take care of yourself, poor George," said Mrs. Foster. "The doctor just left, and he said Lydia was all well except for a low fever from the shock. Oh George! You're keeping the shock under control." And protected a lady while riding a horse! How brave you are! Mr. Foster should commend you for your righteous deed."

A wry smile appeared on the handsome Mr. Wickham.His beautiful thin lips curled down because of helplessness, "My dear wife, don't put gold on my face, and lead a lady to run wildly on the road in the middle of the night... It's very good that the colonel doesn't punish me .”

"You also know that you are wrong?" Colonel Foster, who was wearing a red uniform and a short black cape, walked in angrily.

Mr. Wickham struggled to get off the ground.

Mrs. Foster's face turned pale with fright. She stopped Mr. Wickham's impulsive behavior while pushing her husband to go out, "You can't scare him like that!" She said angrily to her newly married husband , "My good sir, let's go, let your brave soldiers recover from their wounds."

Colonel Foster raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, but was pushed out of the guest room by his wife in a gesture that could not be refused.When approaching the door, Mrs. Foster winked at the two people in the room ambiguously, and made a mouth-shape of 'you have a good chat'.

As soon as she did this, both Wickham and Lydia knew the fact that Mrs. Foster must understand their relationship.

For a while, I felt a little dizzy.

The pair of young lovers, who hadn't eloped last night because the horse lost control, looked at each other in the guest room of Colonel Foster's house.

After a long while, Mr. Wickham said in an awkward and flirtatious tone, "Oh, my dear Lydia, you are so rare today in silence, can't I get yours even if I broke a leg for you?" Do you forgive me?"

"What do you want my forgiveness for? My dear sir?" Lydia followed his words with restrained disgust.The biggest difference between her and her husband is: the plot of "Pride and Prejudice" is much clearer than her husband's. As early as high school, she couldn't read more than one translation.

Therefore, no one knows better than her what kind of virtue the person in front of him is, and no one is more unwilling to be associated with him than her.

A look of chagrin came into Mr. Wickham's face.

"Oh, Lydia, please don't break my heart with such a tone, I know I behaved horribly wrong last night, and I should not have driven the carriage back without your permission, but—we His behavior is really too impulsive. For a man, elopement will not cause him too much burden, but for a woman... it is very fatal. I struggled in every possible way, I really can't bear it Let you suffer that kind of criticism because of me at a young age, and you don't want your family to have bad feelings towards you because of our impulse, Lydia, I..." The handsome gentleman suddenly stopped After closing his mouth, he looked at the strange looking girl in front of him with some puzzlement, and said tentatively, "Did I say anything wrong?" To make you look at me like this?