My years as a menswear boss

After Madame de Villefort went back, she brought her magical experience in the forest to the lady's tea party.

The story spread from ten to hundreds, and the entire Parisian social circle knew the heroic act of the Count of Monte Cristo.

Many aristocratic unmarried women had a secret love for this rich man, and they urged their female elders to leave their business cards on the Villefort mansion, hoping to invite the earl to the ball held at their home.

"You mean, a lot of people want to marry my dad?"

Jiqiu looked at the British bodyguard with a strange expression. She didn't like people staying around when she was painting, so she would ask Forrester to ask her interesting gossip news in Paris every time.

"Yes."

Jiqiu held the paintbrush and poked the canvas, "Do they not mind if he has a grown son?"

"This is not a big problem. In addition, the husband is just 40 years old. He is in the prime of life. He is handsome and attractive. It is a normal thing to be liked." Forrester said.

"Oh, then won't I have a stepmother soon?"

Jiqiu threw the pen into the pen washing bucket not far away, and she casually touched the paint on the leather apron she was wearing.

"It still depends on the wishes of the gentleman himself." Forrester replied without changing his face.

Jiqiu took off his apron and threw it to Ali, "If my father asks me, do you think I should agree to this? I want to be honest."

Forrester watched the young man walk to the sink in the studio and carefully wash the paint on his hands. He said truthfully, "I think you should stop this."

"why?"

"Mr. is still very young now, and marrying a wife means that he will have a new child. From what I have seen, parents will prefer the younger child. If you don't care about family property, you can agree to this matter."

Forrester said that after a few days, he arranged a place in his mind for the execution order of things, namely: the young master's health, the young master's wishes, and Mr.'s wishes.

"Is everyone who has served in the military as bold as you?" Jiqiu walked to Forrest's side, looking at him without blinking.

Forrester looked directly into those rare golden eyes for the first time, and he reached out and rubbed the tip of the young man's nose.

Jiqiu stepped back immediately, startled by his bold move, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Forrester spread out his palms, and he replied with a serious face, "You have a piece of dried paint on your face."

"Okay, just say it next time! Don't do it casually!"

Jiqiu rubbed her head irritably, she realized that the bodyguard in front of her did not have that subordinate attitude, "I only know that you served in the military in Afghanistan, and you haven't talked about your own life experience outside of being a soldier."

"Are you really curious?" Forrest remained stern, his blue eyes devoid of emotion.

"Is it convenient to say?" Jiqiu glanced at Ali on the other side. At this time, the big man was carefully pouring a cup of black tea for her with a teapot as big as his palm.

Forrester watched the young man sit on the sofa in the studio, and adjusted a comfortable posture, "No, it's just that my life is boring in my opinion, so it's okay to tell you, my name was not Wade Freys originally. Te, the name was changed after I disassociated myself from the family."

"I was born into an aristocratic family in London, England, my father was an earl, and my mother died of illness when I was 15 years old.

A year later, my father got a new wife and she treated me well until her son was born.

In order to make her own son inherit his father's title, the stepmother tried every means to make me fall.

But I was unmoved by her seduction, which lasted until my adulthood, and she couldn't wait any longer. "

"She asked an assassin to get rid of you?" Jiqiu had been in the British aristocracy for decades, and she was well aware of those shady methods.

"Yes." Forrest raised the corners of his lips mockingly, "I don't really care about the so-called title, but she has challenged my bottom line again and again."

Jiqiu listened with gusto, and she urged, "Hurry up and say it!" '

Forrest looked at the young master in front of him blinking his big curious eyes, and he sighed helplessly, "So I asked someone to deal with her...and my half-brother."

"I knew at that time that I was an extremely cold-blooded person. Later, I lost my original name, hoping that I could meet death on the battlefield."

"But God didn't want me to go to heaven, and while I was lying in a pool of blood, my comrades risked their lives to drag me back to the camp, and I survived."

"This is my story."

Jiqiu clapped her hands vigorously twice, and she smiled endlessly, "I'm afraid you have misunderstood yourself. This is a very interesting story, and it is not boring at all."

"Wade has the meaning of a wanderer in the UK, and the name suits you very well."

She finally figured out where the strangeness in Forrester came from. It was carved out of the same mold as the classmates she knew at Eton College in her previous life.

"Mr. Villefort should be here." Just as Jiqiu finished speaking, there was a sound outside the window.

"Looks like they've arrived," Forrester said.

An hour later, Jiqiu rolled her big eyes, and she looked at the wild "monkey" in front of her with disgust.

Before that, she saw Villefort, her father's enemy. He had a sallow complexion and a thin figure. He wore a black dress and white gloves. The tie, the camouflage was much better than the other two.

He was accompanied by his wife Heloise and his son Edward.

Madame de Villefort has a good impression of this polite young painter, and she enthusiastically introduces her beloved son to Jiqiu.

"Ah, your son is really cute." Jiqiu put on an impeccable smile and looked at the "wild monkey" gently.

"Thank you for your compliment, Edward is a very lovable child, everyone who has met him said so!" The smile on Madame de Villefort's face deepened.

"Your Excellency, please forgive me. I originally planned to visit on the same day, but I am too busy with business, so I can only take time today to express my gratitude."

Villefort said with a smile that the high society in Paris now tacitly accepts that Mrs. Villefort takes him to socialize, and most people express their understanding of Judge Villefort's busy schedule.

In fact, this is an illusion he deliberately created. The more arrogant you are, the more noble you will be perceived by others.

Even when he was apologetic, the king's prosecutor drew a long tone.In Jiqiu's view, there is a sense of déjà vu that is imitating others.

"Your Excellency's coming here in person is already the greatest sincerity. I am very glad that my actions have saved a mother and her child." Dantès' voice was indifferent, and his expression carried a hint of aloofness.

Villefort felt that the high-ranking look was dazzling, and he doubted the rumored image of the enthusiastic Earl, "I think everyone needs friends very much. One more friend means one more road."

"I am honored." Dantès shook Villefort's outstretched hand, and the two began to chat with each other.

Because there is no hostess in this family, Jiqiu assumes the obligation to receive Mrs. Villefort and her son, "Please allow me to take you to enjoy afternoon tea."

Madame de Villefort looked at the tall and straight young man, and thinking of the young man's worth, she couldn't help sighing in her heart, "If I have a daughter, I will definitely marry her to M. Roche." ' And the daughter of Villefort's ex-wife had long since been forgotten by her.

Jiqiu watched with a smile as Jr. Villefort touched the oil painting hanging on her face, "Your son is so energetic."

"Ah, children of this age are very active now. I believe you were as lively as my Edward when you were young."

Madame de Villefort said with a smile, she did not hear the faint sarcasm in Jiqiu's tone.

"Mom, that painting is so ugly!" The little boy pointed to the painting that Jiqiu hung between his oil paintings, which was "Night Cafe" given to her by Vincent.

"Edward, don't be rude." Madame de Villefort gently pressed the boy's arm, her voice could not hear a trace of reprimand, but seemed to be gently comforting.

Jiqiu asked Forrester beside him, "Is the palace peach cake I asked Grossi to make ready?"

"Mr. Grossi sent a message 10 minutes ago that it was ready." Forrester replied in a low voice.

Jiqiu turned his head and said to the mother and son with a smile, "Grossi is the best pastry chef in our family. He studied under an oriental court chef. This dessert was learned humbly from that ancient oriental civilization. Only Grossi in Europe can make this dessert."

Madame de Villefort covered her lips in surprise, "My God, that's really my honor!"

After the three sat down, Grossi walked in with a plate of freshly baked peach cakes.

Mrs. Villefort looked at the graceful figure in front of her, "Mr. Rosie, are all your maids so beautiful?"

Jiqiu glanced at Grossi with a cold face, but did not answer her words, "Please enjoy it while it is hot. If the palace peach cake is cold, it will become unpalatable."

She and Grossi looked at each other, showing a knowing smile.

Jiqiu put a peach cake in his mouth with a silver toothpick, and watched M. de Villefort gobble it up.

After the Villefort family finished their dinner at the Champs Elysees, they got up to leave.Jiqiu doesn't know what her guardian and his enemy talked about, but her goal has been achieved.

After the Villefort family left, Dantès quickly reached out to catch the kid who was about to slip away, "Tell me, what good thing have you done?"

"I've been obedient all day~" Jiqiu opened his eyes wide, trying to show his innocence.

"This trick doesn't work for me." Dantès put his hands on the young man's cheeks and rubbed them vigorously, watching the disobedient mouth turn into an 'O' shape, "Don't play tricks."

Jiqiu patted Dantès's hand away, "Okay, today I treat Mrs. Villefort and Little Villefort to eat oriental pastries."

"We have never hired an oriental chef." Dantès is very clear about the composition of the mansion he is currently in.

"It's not important." Jiqiu smiled brightly, "I asked Grossi to add something to the pastry."

"what?"

"A very magical potion. It doesn't work on adults, but after children use it, pustules will grow all over their bodies, and then a yellow-green liquid will flow out."

Dantès looked at the young man with a somewhat proud expression, and he didn't feel ashamed to bully the child at all. He smiled helplessly, "Did he offend you?"

"He said that Ali was ugly, and that Vincent's paintings were ugly." Jiqiu wrinkled his face unhappily, "He also messed with my things, an uneducated child almost broke Master Michelangelo bronze statue!"

"It turns out that the last sentence is the key point..." Dantès stroked the frizzy boy reassuringly.

"This is the antidote." Jiqiu took out a bohemian glass bottle from his pocket, "You should need this."

Dantès was softened by Jiqiu's actions, he gently hugged the young man, "You don't need to get involved in those dirty things for me, I will take care of everything."

"But, I want to do something for you." Jiqiu said.

Dantès kissed the hair on the top of the young man's head lightly, "Thank fate for letting me meet you."

Not far away, Forrester merged with the pillar behind him, and he applauded the young man's clever tactics in his heart, "With such a clingy eldest son, it seems that the Earl will never be able to marry again in this life." '