[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter51 She has experienced glory and wealth,

"Tonight, third class, there is a real dance, do you want to come to it?" Jack's light pink, small lips slightly curled up, looking lively, playful, cute and full of vitality.

"A dance party? That sounds like a good idea." Rose accepted the boy's invitation.

Rose has never learned to refuse the invitation from a gentle and lively young man.

In the third-class cabin of the Titanic, passengers composed of ordinary people were having a party.

Several young workers with the appearance of workers were beating tambourines and swaying their bodies cheerfully to the rhythm of the music. Everyone was so passionate.Behind them came two bagpipers, and the melodious sound of Irish bagpipes filled the hall.And the clear, sonorous sound of Scottish bagpipes.

It is far from the grandeur and openness of the first-class banquet hall, let alone the decoration of carved beams and paintings or the embellishment of artworks.Once inside, it's like falling into another time and space.Everyone let go of their throats, waving their limbs and stretching their limbs heartily.A smell mixed with inferior tobacco permeated the whole room, and anyone who came here was infected by the air of revelry and leisure.

Even after disembarking, they will sink into factories, coal mines and assembly lines, quietly making a fortune or destroying in the day-to-day toil.

Therefore, third-class passengers especially cherish this precious happy time.

Rose was also infected.

She raised her voice and spoke loudly, laughing out loud with no image, and swaying her body with the music, she looked more charming, tender, bright and radiant.

Rose didn't particularly like the unfettered atmosphere of third class—she knew exactly what was behind the unbridled revelry—she just liked the feeling of being able to choose freely.

As long as you don't hurt others, as long as you don't violate the most basic moral principles, you can freely choose the life you want...

Just like how she chose to study in the UK after three years of hard work, just like when she could have no worries about food and clothing but chose to leave...

Everyone was smoking, drinking, laughing, talking loudly, with enthusiasm and without restraint.

Rose's curiosity was aroused, she took a puff of the cheap cigarette from Jack's mouth... and almost coughed her lungs out.

Jack held back his smile, and patted Rose on the back to comfort her: "Would you like something to drink, Rose? Cheap beer, bad whiskey...everything you want..."

Rose picked up a glass of wine and took a sip, squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "In life, you have to taste the most expensive champagne and drink the cheapest beer."

"Don't be emotional, my philosopher Rose, enjoy this dance." Jack's blue eyes were shining, he took Rose's hand, and blended into the crowd of laughing, singing and dancing.

"It's late now, Jack, I should go back." Rose pinned the loose copper-colored curly hair behind her ears, rubbed her stomach hurting from laughing, and said, "See you tomorrow, Jack."

"See you tomorrow, Rose. Have a good dream." Jack put one hand in his pocket, the dark gray shirt pressed tightly against his round, childlike shoulders and arms, and held Rose's hand with the other.

"Why don't you keep me?" A blush oozes from her snow-white skin. I don't know if it's because of dancing, drinking or shyness. "Why put me back in that 'human-eating high society'?"

Jack's bright blue eyes curled up, his soft lips curved in the opposite direction, and he kissed Rose's hand and said, "Girls like you, Rose, live free and chic wherever they live. and happy."

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Going back to the overly luxuriously furnished first-class room, but not enough light, Rose has seen too many of those flowers, fireplaces, gold-red wallpapers and exquisite small china.

She took off the smoky and alcohol-smelling skirt, took a comfortable bath, put on her pajamas, and sat in front of the mirror, lost in thought.

The white pajamas full of lace became sleeveless again, and the cover-shaped electric lamp on the dressing table revealed the light of time changes.

The door opened, and Carl, also in pajamas, walked in.

"I know you are in a bad mood. Although I don't know the reason, I won't pretend to know."

The music box on the dressing table was turned on, and crisp notes like wind chimes jumped out one after another.

Rose smiled, but said nothing.

"I originally planned to wait until the engagement banquet next week." Carl walked over with steady steps, closed the music box, and sat on Rose's dressing table in a master's manner, forcing her to notice He, "But I think, tonight."

Carl opened a flat black square box, a huge, heart-shaped sapphire on the black velvet lining, reflecting a clear, translucent, dazzling white light.

"It's very big." Rose's thin eyebrows raised, and she gently stroked the facets of the diamond, unable to take her eyes off the blue.

Carl let out a low laugh, obviously very satisfied with his fiancée's reaction, he said in a casual tone: "Let you know my sincerity to you."

"This is……"

"Diamond." Carl's smile was full of pride, like a primary school student being praised by the teacher, he wrapped the diamond necklace around Rose's marble-like smooth and cold neck, "to be exact, it's a full 56 carats. It was originally Belonging to Louis XVI, they called it 'The Heart of the Sea'."

The huge heart-shaped blue diamond is surrounded by a circle of dazzling colorless diamonds, like tiny stars surrounding the queen in a dark blue dance dress.

The dazzling dark blue wiped her cleavage and shone on her fair and charming breasts.

This pure and immaculate blue, like Jack's eyes...

Rose looked at it for a moment, then looked away.

She looked at the perfume in the delicate glass bottle on the dressing table, and the pale yellow daisies against the green leaves in the golden vase.

Golden... golden hair...

Rose pushed away his hand, put the heart of the ocean back into the box, and said with a mischievous smile, "I suggest you keep the heart of the ocean, Karl, it's too precious."

"The heart of the ocean belongs to the royal family, and we are the royal family. I will refuse you anything, as long as you don't refuse me." Carl proudly put his arms around Rose's shoulders, staring at her from the vanity mirror.

Rose could see his affection for her in his insouciant, unruly composure.

However, God of Time Traveling, if she has to respond to every man who loves her, sawing her into small pieces probably won't be enough!

Elegant, arrogant, conceited, rich... She has seen too many of this kind of cool, handsome, domineering romantic hero in a few lifetimes.

And she would never choose to live with such a person.

She has already experienced prosperity and wealth, not to mention she has plenty of money, so she doesn't have to and doesn't want to bind herself to a man she doesn't love.

Early the next morning, Rose sent a telegram to the Rothschild Bank, and she quickly received a call back from the bank.

Although it would be cool to tear up the marriage contract in a cool and aggressive manner, throw the heart of the ocean in Carl's face, and make another rebellious declaration, but Rose has long thought of a better solution.

"Oh, Judy, don't tighten the tights so tightly, I'm going to spit out my insides!" Rose was complaining to the maid, when the door opened, and her mother, Mrs. Ruf Bukett Walked in like a gust of wind, and ordered in a brisk tone: "Go make tea, Judy."

The maid curtseyed and left Rose's room.

Rufu, who was wearing a black velvet dress, locked the door, and the huge black pearl earrings danced under her shriveled earlobes.

"No, no, Mom, don't be in a hurry to put on my corset, I know you have something to say, let's finish it first." Rose turned around quickly, leaning her back against the pillar, for fear that Rufu would Enforced against her will.

"Don't meet that boy again, do you understand?" She said flatly, her long and thin face was rigid, and the makeup couldn't even fill in the spreading lines. Her eyebrows were still so thin, so curved, and so far away from her eyes. Far away, the years are long gone, but still can't erase the strong desire to control, "Rose! I forbid you to meet again!" Seeing that her daughter didn't respond, she raised her voice, her light blue eyes like glass balls were like goldfish The same stared, the whole person looked fierce, severe and stubborn.

"Don't get mad, Mom, or you'll have a nosebleed." Rose said lightly.

Rufu grabs her wrist violently—her fingers are dry, thin and cold—her eyebrows, as thin as two lines, are raised high, and her thin lips open and close: "Stop messing around, our It's tough! You know we're out of money."

"I know, Mom, you remind me every day." Rose said softly, "Daddy left behind a debt, luckily the reputation is still there, this is the only bargaining chip we have left, I have to marry Hockley Our family can survive..."

Seeing that Rufu's eyes like glass balls began to blink, and the bitter scene was about to begin, Rose waved a telegram and said innocently: "Don't jump to conclusions, Mom, let's see what this is."

Ruf wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and took the telegram.

"Ah!" Rufu exclaimed, covering her mouth, "Why do you...have so much money, Rose? Where did you get it..." Her wrinkled hands trembled violently, Almost lost the telegram.

"Don't worry about it so much, Mom, anyway, I have money, and I won't let you sell your property, lose everything, and become a female worker." She kissed Rufu's dry and flabby cheek comfortingly, "I know you can't leave I am used to the life of the upper class. I know that being a woman is not easy. Every choice is very difficult. Okay, mom, calm your breath and listen to your daughter's advice: If you can kindly tell Carl, our engagement If you cancel, the money will be yours."

Rose pulled off the huge wedding ring with the ultimate purpose of showing off wealth from her white and soft ring finger, and dangled it in front of Rufu.

The author has something to say: It’s the new year again, thank you for accompanying Xiaofeng through 1314~. ~

In the bottom of my heart for a year, I wish everyone who wants money to be rich, and whoever wants sex to be colorful~

Bring the red envelope baa haha~

If someone likes the Titanic, you can read the fellows of the Titanic written by Xiaofeng~

Although they are all fans of the Titanic, the thoughts they want to convey to everyone are still very different~

The three fanfiction books about the Titanic are actually the records of Xiaofeng's own growth.