Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

=========================

Rochester saw her sitting beside Mrs. Dent, handing the cloak to the servant beside her, and quickly followed.

Because it was the first time she appeared on a social occasion, Bosha hardly knew anyone except the Dents.

In this remote town, almost everyone is an acquaintance.

So, almost as soon as she entered the arena, Bo Sha entered the center of the topic, and everyone talked about her identity.

On the one hand, it is because of her outstanding demeanor and beautiful appearance, and on the other hand, it is because of the psychology of gossip.

At this time, an introducer is particularly important.

Mrs. Dent acted as the introducer. She took Bosha to sit among the ladies and introduced them one by one.

Among them was a tall Mrs. Ingram, and two tall Miss Ingrams, Blanche and Mary.

When these three people were introduced, Bosha suddenly remembered something, and looked at Blanche Ingram, who had dark skin.

This person appeared in the original book as the candidate wife of "Rochester".

However, this person not only gets Jane Eyre's "shallow" evaluation, but also quickly disappears from Rochester's life.

The present Miss Ingram looked very young, perhaps just beginning to socialize.

"Mrs. Rochester, Mr. Rochester rushed to pay a return visit that day, and we didn't entertain him well. I don't know when we can invite you to the dinner party?" Mrs. Ingram asked suddenly at this moment.

Return visit?

Bo Sha immediately realized that there were many people visiting Thornfield a few days ago, and Rochester should have paid a return visit.

"Thornfield will hold a ball in a few days, it may be postponed, Mrs. Ingram." Rochester's voice sounded behind him.

Bo Sha turned around and found him sitting on the chair next to him, chatting with Mr. Dent and several other gentlemen.

At this moment, those men all looked over, and Rochester realized something, stood up and introduced her.

Everyone bowed to each other again.

One of the men with a big belly laughed suddenly: "Mr. Rochester, Mrs. Rochester is really radiant, making the hall even brighter."

Rochester immediately glanced at Bosha, turned his head and smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Ingram, what a coincidence, we agree on this point."

He didn't seem to know that he had a thick skin, and he spoke solemnly, with a sense of humor, successfully making everyone laugh.

Then everyone asked about the time of the dance, and Rochester looked back at Bosha, and said in a low voice: "That depends on how Mrs. Rochester arranges it."

Then everyone let out a burst of good-natured laughter, and the wives nearby all looked at Bosha with smiles, as if they were waiting for her to blush.

Bo Sha lowered her head in response to the occasion, pretending to be shy, feeling very embarrassed.

As for the ball, it is still necessary to hold it.

This is an occasion for Mrs. Rochester to formally meet with everyone, which is beneficial for her to control Thornfield Manor.

Bo Sha thought about it for a while, then raised her head with a smile, and said to the people nearby: "We plan to hold a dance in five days, and invitations will be sent to the house at that time, everyone is welcome to come."

Seeing that Rochester had thought it through so quickly, he was a little surprised.

He'd had the idea of ​​having a ball the other day when he'd heard her talking to Mrs. Dent about the management of the estate.

After that, he wanted to hand over all the affairs of the manor to her, which was also her due right.

After everyone talked for a while, Mrs. Dent whispered to Bosha: "Look, William is here."

Bo Sha looked in the direction she pointed, and saw William standing not far away looking around.

When he saw himself, he paused for a moment and then laughed, his blue eyes shining brightly.

William soon came to Besha's side, and he stood behind her, talking to her in a low voice.

"Bo Sha, can you dance with me later?" He lowered his voice and smiled.

Bo Sha glanced to the side and saw that Rochester was chatting with someone, unaware that someone was poaching a corner.

She thought about it, and it was okay to dance a song, just because she didn't want to dance with Rochester all night.

"Okay." Bosha responded with a smile.

At this moment, the waltz just sounded.

William chuckled lightly, and bent over to ask her: "Honorable Madam, is it okay?"

Bosha smiled and put her hand on it, walked into the crowd with him, and danced in the crowd along with the music.

And just as Rochester was stopped by Sir Lynn, and he had a brief conversation with him, he heard a burst of music.

Lynn let him go immediately, because it was a dance song and it was time for them to find a partner.

Rochester looked at the place where Bo Sha was sitting just now, but found that there was no one there. He immediately looked for it on the dance floor, and suddenly his eyes fixed.

Beth and William Dent, they're dancing.

The veins on Rochester's forehead twitched a few times, his eyes were fixed on that side, and he kept bypassing the crowd with his feet, approaching there.

Damn it, what the hell are they talking about? Why is Bosha smiling so happily and William Dent smiling so hatefully?

At this time, Bosha was dancing while discussing an art exhibition in a few days.

William asked her opinion to include her oil painting in the exhibition, and she seemed to have no reason to refuse, so she agreed.

The two smiled at each other.

"You have to let me appreciate this masterpiece later." William's voice was low and sweet, he put his arms around her waist, looked down at her intently with blue eyes, a little ambiguous.

Bo Sha supported his shoulders, lowered her eyes and said, "Don't look at me like that, William."

"Why?" He didn't obey her order, but whispered, "You don't love him, Bosha."

Bo Sha raised her eyes in surprise, and saw that pair of blue eyes darkened, as if carrying something dangerous.

"What are you talking about? I'm married." Bosha frowned at him.

"So what?" William raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes sparkled mysteriously, and continued to whisper, "Bosha, I will not harm you, and I am not planning to get married. We will be very happy together."

Bo Sha immediately understood what he meant, he wanted to be his lover.

"No, William, I don't love you." The smile on Bosha's face disappeared, and she lowered her voice while looking around at the crowd.

A smile flashed in William's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "Don't worry, Bosha, I will wait for the day you are willing."

"I do not know……"

Before Bosha finished speaking, he was interrupted by him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Don't be so sure, Bosha. Life is long, maybe you will need me, and I will welcome you anytime."

Bo Sha didn't say anything more, the first dance just ended at this time, and they walked out of the dance floor.

William followed her and was about to speak when he paused his eyes and smiled slightly: "Bosha, I will come to you later, and I will bring the painting over."

At the same time, Bo Sha also saw Rochester who was nearby, and in the blink of an eye, Rochester had already come before her.

His expression was very cold, and his black eyes were burning with black fireworks, but he tried his best to hide it.

He grabbed her waist, bowed his head in her ear and said questioningly: "Bosha, you promised me not to dance with William Dent."

He was so strong that Bosha was almost stuck to his hard chest, she immediately opened it with her hands, opening a gap between the two.

"I didn't say that." Bosha smiled, her voice seemed to be whispering, "Rochester, you don't have to worry about Mrs. Rochester's reputation, we are just dating as friends."

Rochester did not relax any more.

He frowned, his black eyes were fixed on her face, and his voice was hoarse: "Really? Bosha, you are too close, it's dangerous."

"I don't think we're very close, we're just a dance, like everybody else." She frowned, her tone puzzled.

Her conversation with William was not above board, of course, but they hadn't crossed any line except words.

"No, you are very close, so close that I can't bear it." Rochester's breath became short, and strong disgust flashed in his eyes, "William Dent must have plans for you, Bosha, it's obvious."

Oh, he actually saw it.

Bo Sha was a little surprised at his sensitivity, but she was not guilty, because she had no intention of taking care of Rochester's mood.

The main thing is that she can secure her position as Mrs. Rochester. She is still happy to abuse Rochester. Every time she sees him in pain, she feels happy.

"So?" Bosha asked indifferently.

"So?" Rochester didn't wait for the answer he wanted, and looked at her anxiously, "Bosha, you said that you will not damage your reputation, and it is very dangerous to associate with him."

"Then what should I do?" Bosha was like a cat catching mice, waiting by the trap.

Rochester was eager to make her change her mind, his expression became cold and hard unconsciously, and he said decisively: "You must stay away from him, Bosha."

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten his true status and regarded himself as Bosha's real husband.

Bo Sha disliked his tone very much, as if he was the master.

"But why should I listen to you?" Bosha seemed very puzzled, and asked back, "I don't think you have the right?"

"What?" Rochester didn't react, his expression was blank for a moment.

"Do you have the right?" Bosha looked at him leisurely and said slowly, "Mr. Rochester, I am not your wife."

Following her words, Rochester's face gradually turned pale, and heavy pain flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Bosha's repelling face, and made a weak voice: "You are, Bosha, you are my wife."

"No, I'm not Bosha, Mr. Rochester." Bosha immediately denied it.

As if that wasn't enough, she smiled viciously, "Mr. Rochester, if I were Bosha, I should hate you even more. So, what do you think about me?"

Rochester's face had already turned livid, his lips moved, he took her hand that was about to leave, and said in a low voice: "It wasn't me, Bosha, it wasn't me that made you lose consciousness."

He hated the word "crazy" already.

First it got him a crazy wife, and now it kept him away from true love, a word he no longer wanted to say, and replaced it with "loss of consciousness."

Bo Sha had long thought that he would shirk responsibility, and she had long thought of a way to answer him.

But at this moment, he didn't have any evidence to vindicate himself, so he could only endure it for a while.

So Bosha resolutely pulled out her hand, and said with a look of disbelief: "Then I'll wait for you to prove yourself, Mr. Rochester, but now, I'm leaving."

Rochester stood stiffly on the spot, watching her walk towards William Dent with a pale face.

"Bo Sha, let's find a place to look at the paintings?" William seemed to have forgotten the conversation between the two just now, seeing Bo Sha, he immediately proposed with a smile.

"Okay." Bosha understood that he didn't want to embarrass her, and immediately cooperated.

"I know there is a place that is very suitable, come with me." William smiled with a hint of youth, but his voice was deep and full like that of an adult man, and he seemed to have a strange charm.

As he spoke, he walked a few steps into the corridor on the left, and looked back at her, those blue eyes seemed to be able to speak.

Bosha looked around and found that many people looked at them vaguely, especially Rochester, who stood nearby like a vulture.

She simply motioned for William to come to a corner where there was a table and the neighborhood was quiet.

William seemed a little helpless, but he walked back quickly and sat at the table with her.

At this time, the servants brought over the picture scrolls they had deposited respectively, and they put the pictures on the table, with their respective names written on them, the fonts were completely different, but they were very harmonious.

"Then, do you want to watch first?" He pondered for a moment, then looked at her inquiringly.

Bo Sha didn't object, picked up William's one, untied the rope, and slowly unfolded it.

Then, her eyes widened a little, and she looked up at William in surprise.

"Did you draw spring?"

The stream in the painting is very clear, and the trees on both sides of the painting have sprouted. The brushwork is delicate and full, full of vitality.

She took a closer look and found a small bridge in the middle with two figures faintly on it.

"Did you see it?" William's voice sounded in his ears, fresh and pleasant, "This is the first scene we saw."

Bo Sha turned her head to the side, sensitively noticed a strong gaze on her, and looked up.

Rochester was standing in front of a nearby fireplace, his eyes sparkling with lightning and thunder like a silent night.

She paused for a moment, then turned her head and smiled at William: "But why is it spring?"

William's gaze lingered on her face like an overflowing stream, and his voice sank: "Because at that moment, spring came."

Bo Sha's smile froze for a moment, and she whispered, "William, stop doing this, I don't like it."

William paused for a moment, then smiled again: "Okay, I won't say anything, but you have to remember what I said, if you change your mind, I welcome you at any time."

Bo Sha looked up at him, then quickly lowered her eyes: "Then do you still want to see my paintings?"

"Of course, I'll read it now." He said, picking up Bosha's card and slowly opening it.

Bo Sha was about to speak, but saw a black figure in the corner of her eye, and turned her head to look there.

Rochester didn't know when he came.

He stopped in front of Bo Sha slowly, his bushy eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, his black eyes glanced at her quickly, and then moved away quickly.

He whispered: "Bo Sha, the next dance is about to start, you promised me."

His eyes wandered around the lively room, as if he didn't care about her answer, but his hands were behind his back, tightly clenched into fists.

Bo Sha didn't expect him to have the courage to come over, and she was impressed by his tenacity.

But there's always dancing at the ball.

Mrs. Rochester, who is a "deeply loving" husband, would be very disastrous if she didn't dance a few dances with him.

She pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay, I want to dance with you three times."

He thought he had heard wrong, and immediately turned to look at her.

Under the bright light, her honey brown eyes reflected a little coolness, and the smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to be measured by a ruler, it looked so sweet and so cold.

He felt that his throat was a bit congested, and after trying twice, he said in a hoarse voice: "It is my honor, Mrs. Rochester."

"Bo Sha, leave the fifth dance to me?" William's voice suddenly sounded.

Rochester quickly raised his head to look at that disgusting face, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth moved.

But she remembered something again, glanced at Bo Sha, and gave up the idea of ​​speaking, as if she didn't hear his words.

Bo Sha just replied at this time: "I'm sorry, William, three dances are enough, I want to take a break."

Hearing her refusal, Rochester's eyes softened slightly, and he smiled slightly.

But before his brows could relax, William glanced at him again, with a trace of mockery and provocation at the corner of his mouth.

"It's a pity, then you have to make it up to me." William leaned towards her, his voice low, with a viscous ambiguity.

He looked like he was flirting, as if he didn't see Rochester.

Bosha was among them, and she obviously felt that the atmosphere was not right. She had no intention of enjoying the feeling of being sought after by men, nor did she want to pursue any extramarital affairs.

So she stood up and smiled apologetically at William: "I'm sorry, William, the dance has begun."

Then she turned her head and looked at Rochester.

His black eyes never left her surroundings. When he saw her eyes, he quickly understood and made a gesture of inviting dance.

Bo Sha put her hand up and was immediately caught by him.

The cheerful dance music played quickly, it was a Strauss Gallup dance.

Bo Sha put her hand on Rochester's, and he hugged her waist, dancing to the rhythm.

Because the dance rhythm is very cheerful, it makes people feel very happy when they dance.

After a while, Bosha couldn't help laughing.

Rochester gently embraced her slender waist, looked down at that sweet smile, his eyes became extremely soft, and said in a low voice: "Bosha, if you like to dance, we can often hold dances in Thornfield. Put all your All relatives and friends are invited, it will definitely not be worse than tonight's."