My years as a menswear boss

"Dear Jane..." Elizabeth sat at the desk and wrote a letter to her sister in London. She told Jane every bit of what she was here.

'I think you have received your last letter, that Mr. Darcy and his cousin are visiting Lady Catherine at Rosings.The lady praised her taciturn daughter in front of Mr. Darcy every day, and she seemed to want Mr. Darcy to marry the lady.

But to her disappointment, her nephew didn't have a good impression of her daughter, and his words were very alienated.

At the same time I became acquainted with Mr. Darcy's cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, a considerate gentleman whose blood relation to Mr. Darcy is hardly conceivable. '

'Mr. Darcy's behavior confuses me a little. I thought he hated me very much, but he came to visit the cottage yesterday while Mr. Collins and Charlotte were in Hertfordshire. I can assure you that no one could have done it better. I was even more at a loss. Mr. Darcy and I chatted very stiffly, and we would be silent together from time to time.

I tried to understand the meaning of his words, but unfortunately I still couldn't understand.For the sake of Mr. Hyde, I will not be rude. '

'Mr. Darcy would always inadvertently ask me how I felt about marrying far away. I would never dare to imagine that possibility, and I would rather he had it on a whim.Currently I can't find any common language between us. '

'...looking forward to hearing from you, love you. 'Elizabeth put down the pen, dried the ink on it, then carefully put the letter into the envelope, and finally sealed the letter with wax paint and gave it to the maid to post it.

Elizabeth opened the window and sniffed the fresh air. She felt that she could go for a walk now, and when she came back from the walk, it was just in time for breakfast.

"Miss Bennet." Elizabeth quietly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw someone coming not far away.

"Good morning, Colonel Fitzwilliam, are you coming for a walk?"

Fitzwilliam raised his hat. His clothes were stained with the morning dew and looked a little damp, "Good morning, I like to take a walk in the morning. My horse is grazing there. Shall we go for a walk nearby?" Walk?"

Elizabeth readily agreed, she was still very comfortable with Colonel Fitzwilliam, "Do you know Bingley and his sisters?"

"I know Bingley. He is a very warm and friendly gentleman, and he is a very good friend with Darcy," said Colonel Fitzwilliam. "As for his family, I have seen very little, and I don't know much."

"Yes, besides Mr. Hyde, Mr. Darcy's chief concern is Mr. Bingley."

Elizabeth tore off the dog's tail grass by the roadside and folded it in her hands, and soon a prototype of a little rabbit came into being.

"Of course, there is no doubt about it. I heard that he recently persuaded Mr. Bingley to give up a relationship. Darcy thinks this relationship is too childish, and he is not very optimistic about it."

The smile on Elizabeth's face froze, and she quickly responded, "No matter how good a friend is, he has no right to interfere with other people's feelings."

"Do you think he shouldn't interfere in this matter?" Colonel Fitzwilliam asked. "He said that the reason he didn't approve of this relationship was because he had some objections to the woman."

Elizabeth felt anger welling up in her heart for a moment, "But this matter should be left to Mr. Bingley himself. Even if you are a friend, you can't make wild guesses about who your friend likes."

"Are you all right, Miss Bennet?" Colonel Fitzwilliam saw Elizabeth frowning, and he looked at Elizabeth worriedly.

Elizabeth thought of Jane's painful days. She suppressed her trembling body. What Miss Bingley said was true, and Mr. Darcy really did such a thing.

"I just have a headache, maybe it's too cold in the morning." Elizabeth said.

"Let me help you go to that pavilion to have a rest." Colonel Fitzwilliam raised his arm.

"Thank you." Elizabeth forced a smile.

"Miss Bennet, do you need me to call the doctor from the Rosings' house for you?" Colonel Fitzwilliam said with concern.

"I'm sorry, I may just need to relax here by myself, and I'll be fine soon." Elizabeth shook her head lightly.

Colonel Fitzwilliam had no choice but to leave, and told himself to walk the horse in the nearby woods, and he could be called when necessary.

Elizabeth looked confused, she didn't know how to treat Mr. Darcy now.

Colonel Fitzwilliam, who was walking not far away, happened to meet Darcy on horseback, "Hey, Darcy!"

"Why are you here?" Darcy got off his horse.

"I met Miss Bennet when I was walking the horse. I walked with her for a while. She felt unwell just now. I helped her to the pavilion over there and let her relax alone."

"Is it serious?" Darcy asked, frowning.

"I don't know, she didn't send me to a doctor."

Darcy didn't respond, he got on his horse and rode towards the pavilion.

As soon as Elizabeth felt relieved, she saw a person she didn't want to see appearing in front of the gazebo.

Compared with Darcy's unsatisfactory situation, Jiqiu's work is progressing smoothly.

Gwendolyn finally agrees to her being his guardian.

Jiqiu bent down and handed the little bear she sewed to the girl in front of her, "Gwendelyn, we will be family from now on. You can try to rely on me instead of keeping everything in your heart."

Gwendolyn took the bear, and she found a zipper on the back of the bear, she opened it curiously, and the chocolate stuffed inside overflowed.

"Thank you." Gwendolyn thanked in a low voice, her clear eyes stared at Jiqiu earnestly, she moved her lips, her face was very tangled, "."

After getting along day and night, Jiqiu could see her thoughts at a glance, she touched Gwendelyn's head, "Just call me Elvis."

There is a ten-year age gap between her and Gwendolyn, and it would be too unsuitable to call her adoptive father.

All of Gwendelyn's belongings were a few tattered dresses, and Jiqiu let her choose to take them away. In the end, Gwendelin gave up the dresses she had to bring to her new home last time, and took the small blackboard in the room.

Jiqiu looked at the little girl holding the teddy bear in one hand and the blackboard in the other, and squatted down patiently, "You must remember your new name—Gwendoline Hyde, from now on, my property, my glory , my thoughts will be left to you alone.”

Gwendolyn blinked, she walked up to Jiqiu, and nodded heavily.

She will always remember the teachings of Elvis in those days, and she also vaguely understands what the ideal of youth is, and she is willing to realize that wish with this person.

On this day Gwendolyn left the poorhouse, not knowing how much she could achieve in the future.

Even today, hundreds of years later, it has become a special anniversary, and people will always remember Gwendelyn Hyde's contribution to the cause of women's equal rights.

"You mean the last adopter has been collecting the girl's blood?" Jiqiu frowned, she looked at the information on the paper.

Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, Gwendelyn’s previous adopters, were well-known squires in the village. They had no son, only a sick daughter. The purpose of adopting Gwendelyn was to find a playmate for their daughter.But now it seems far from that simple.

"Actually, before that, they adopted a little girl." Barton looked at Jiqiu's sullen expression, and he made a cup of hot cocoa for the young man, "The couple's argument is that the little girl ran to the lake because of mischief Playing, accidentally drowning."

"What do they collect blood for?" Jiqiu sat on the sofa, thinking slowly, "Wait, their own biological daughter is in poor health?"

"Yes, sir. According to Little Tom's observations, in the sunny afternoon, the maid will push the lady in the wheelchair out to bask in the sun." Barton replied.

Jiqiu is almost certain that the act of collecting blood has something to do with their daughter.

But what puzzled her was, if it was what she thought, why would they send Gwendolyn back to the poorhouse?

Medicine in this era is mixed with good and bad. England's medical technology has not developed like industry, and the treatment of diseases is completely blind. As far as Jiqiu knows, a baron at the ball a few days ago had a headache and the doctor at home He was bled, and in the end the unlucky ghost lost too much blood and died, and the family doctor was also imprisoned.

It is very likely that the Hunt couple obtained the girl's blood to treat their daughter's illness.

'It's just nonsense. Jiqiu cursed in his heart.Miss Hunter was weak and fainted in a wheelchair from time to time. It was very likely that she was suffering from severe anemia. The correct approach should be to find a suitable blood type for blood transfusion.

But in this era, this kind of operation is a fantasy. Only after the [-]th century did someone research the blood type table.

"Sir, do you want it?" Barton asked in a low voice.

"Let me think about it." Jiqiu rubbed the center of her brows, she was in a position where she couldn't allow a little mistake.

"By the way, Mr. Darcy is back in London." Barton watched Jiqiu drink the hot chocolate in the cup.

"The marriage proposal failed?" Jiqiu said casually, and then seeing Barton's hesitant expression, she couldn't help asking again, "Darcy really proposed to Miss Elizabeth?!"

"Apparently, yes. He looks in a very bad mood, and looks very ugly."

"Shall I express my sympathy?" Jiqiu asked as he walked around the room.

Barton pursed his lips, "If you go, you may add fuel to the fire."

"Okay, then I'll visit my poor friend after he's finished digesting it. I thought he would keep this matter in his heart, but I didn't expect to say it."

Jiqiu shrugged helplessly, "It seems that Darcy likes Miss Elizabeth more than I imagined."

"Mr. Darcy's attitude towards strangers can easily make people have a bad first impression of him." Barton said.

"So I hope he can change his arrogant character this time. I think when he proposes, it might make Miss Elizabeth look like a handout."