[Pride and Prejudice] Another Spring of "Scumbags"

Lydia, who never thought her husband would move the family to Stoke again, was delighted and grateful.

In any case, she has lived here for more than ten years, and has long regarded this place as her own home.

And Wickham's thoughtful restoration arrangement shocked Lydia's heart even more, and the already deep love couldn't help but become a little deeper.

There is a saying that reciprocates, and Wickham, who feels his wife's friendship, naturally does his best to reciprocate. The two people who are deeply in love have good news at the beginning of the second year after their marriage.When Dr. Edmund announced the news to the Wickhams with joy, Lydia couldn't help the tears welling up in her eyes. She gently stroked her still flat abdomen and stared at herself with tearful eyes. Her husband said with a dry but joyful voice: "He's here, isn't he? George? He's here, isn't he?!"

Wickham hugged his wife in his arms, patted her on the back, and comforted her silently.

Mrs. Foster, the housekeeper of the Wickham family, who was hired from the original owner with a lot of money by Wickham, was very grateful and invited Dr. Edmund out - leaving the space full of happiness bubbles for the new parents. The Wickhams.

"It must be Alva, right? Wei Qiao," Lydia no longer concealed her uneasiness after all the outsiders had left. She grabbed her husband's cuff, trying to get a positive answer from him. "If my calculations are correct, this time should be the time to conceive Alva."

"Don't worry, Alva is destined to be our child. Even if this is not the next one, he must be. We can always give birth to him." Wickham comforted his wife in an authoritative tone, and did not say anything dead.

Lydia was inspired by her husband.

She nodded vigorously, with an unquestionable taste in her voice, "You are right, we can always wait for him!"

"And..." Lydia paused, "If it's possible, I don't have the heart to let Alva be the eldest son anymore. I hope he will be our youngest child, so that he can be justified and loved by everyone."

Wickham was very fond of his future wife when the child was still in his womb. He knew how to deal with this special period. Wickham comforted his wife with ease and echoed every word she said until she finally looked sleepy. Sluggish, she fell asleep unconsciously in his arms.

The happy news of Lydia's pregnancy was delivered to every relative and friend who needed to be notified through Wickham's pen.

Mrs. Bennett, who received the letter, declared on the spot that she would go to Stoke to take care of her daughter in person. "I have given birth to five children! No one knows how to take care of a pregnant woman better than me!" She said in a big way.

Mr. Bennett could not have wished for it. "My dear wife, our little girl will appreciate your kindness to her. You are a good grandmother."

"You want to come with me, too!" Mrs. Bennet did not intend to let her husband run amok at home. "We have a daughter who is not married yet. Maybe we can find some chance in Stoke." She hated iron and iron He stared at his daughter who was sitting not far away flipping through a book of philosophy.

In this regard, Mr. Bennett had no choice but to admit defeat.

After Mrs. Bennett announced that she would go to Stoke to take care of her daughter, Mrs. Bingley from Netherfield, Mrs. Darcy from Pemberley Manor and Mrs. Gardner from London also expressed their intention to visit the new house and her child.

Middle-class women in this era generally lead a carefree life. They are taken care of by their fathers and brothers before they get married and then taken care of by their husbands and children after marriage. Therefore, they have almost nothing to worry about except housekeeping and entertainment. My wife also has free time, so I naturally organized a group to Stoke.

Mrs. Darcy also brought her little daughter, Flora Darcy, who was only one year old.

The Wickham couple warmly welcomed everyone.

Everyone had a smile on their face.

"—I didn't expect you to find such a wonderful manor, oh my good George, Lydia is so lucky to marry you and be the mistress of this manor." Mrs. Bennett As soon as he got off the carriage, he began to praise his son-in-law without taking a sip of tea.

Wickham didn't even feel ashamed, and said that it was his honor to marry Lydia as his wife.

Lydia, whose stomach was already a little protruding, bent her eyes and made fun of it, "Mom, Wickham didn't find this manor—he built it himself, and even the blueprints were designed by his architect. Woolen cloth."

As soon as Lydia said this, it immediately attracted the close attention of the female relatives, "Oh, is this true? George? This manor was built by you?"

Wickham smiled modestly. He pushed the snacks on the table to his wife and said, "Yes, I promised Lydia a long time ago that I would personally build her the most beautiful manor - only for her. her estate."

"Oh, oh, this is so romantic! Dear Lydia, tell your frightened mother, is it true? Mr. Wickham himself built a manor to marry you."

"I can tell you without my daughter," said Mr. Bennet, recovering from his long journey, "that the reason why I married our youngest daughter to Mr. Wickham was because of the Sincerely, dear Mrs. Bennett, hold your fragile nerves - there is something I've been keeping secret from our daughter and son-in-law, but I don't think such things should be kept secret, after all, it's a threat Mr Kemm's love for our daughter."

"Say it, Mr. Bennett, tell it, I can bear it." Mrs. Bennett responded loudly to her husband impatiently.

Mr. Bennett glanced at his puzzled daughter, and said sternly, "What? Mr. Wickham, haven't you informed your wife of the important decision you told me?"

Wickham smiled slightly, "As early as when we first came to Wheeler Village, I asked her to sign it, but she never paid attention to it."

"Oh, my daughter," said Mr. Bennet, who rarely lost his composure like his own wife, "didn't you know that your husband transferred the ownership of this manor to your name? Liddy Ya, my daughter, you are the real master of this manor."

"My God..." screamed Mrs. Bennet and passed out.

Jane and Elizabeth also showed shock on their faces - they never thought that Wickham would do such a thing.

"...If my calculation is correct, Mr. Wickham, this manor is already equivalent to six-tenths of your assets?" Mr. Gardner said with a face full of disbelief, "You are so relaxed Did you give it to my niece?" As a businessman, he is extremely sensitive to these numbers, so he is also extremely moved.

"She is the mother of my child, the one who will accompany me for the rest of my life." Wickham's tone was extraordinarily peaceful, even taking it for granted.

And the beneficiary of this manor was not as surprised and ecstatic as everyone thought, she looked very calm, "The property of George and I is jointly controlled, and the manor is not in my name or in George's name. any difference."

The calmness of the Wickhams made the rest of the Bennett family calm down, but they looked at Wickham more and more softly—really treating him as a family member.

"Lizzie, you once said that Wickham was worthless, and you may not have been sincere to Lydia-now that you think about the past, has your point of view changed?" Holding a wicker basket in his hand, he picked flowers to make Mrs. Bingley is decorated as her sister who has always held a big prejudice against Wickham.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Are you sure you're not against me? Dear Jane, I never expected Fitzwilliam to put Pemberley under my name." The Darcy family has no such tradition either.

Jane was amused by Elizabeth's self-deprecating remark. She rolled her eyes and echoed her sister, "I never counted on the ownership of Netherfield, so——Lydia is luckier than us." Her husband We love her far more than we can imagine.

"Yes, it's her luck, and it's also our luck—frankly speaking, I never thought that Lydia would become, become such a joyful person one day. I found that she managed the newly-born manor in an orderly manner, and all the servants respected and loved her. If we hadn't grown up with Lydia, I wouldn't dare to recognize her—she is not like the one we used to be. Crazy sister." Elizabeth's voice was full of exclamation.

"So it is said that love makes people mature, and Wickham has changed a lot. When I first heard that Lydia was going to marry Mr. Wickham, I thought the sky was going to fall. Unexpectedly, they would It fit so well—it was a match made in heaven."

Thinking back to Wickham's behavior of holding Lydia in his palm in the past few days, Jane's expression was a little complicated and a little sighed.

"Although some words are inappropriate for me as the eldest sister, I still want to say that I am very envious of our little sister. Lizzie, you must know that when I was pregnant with little Denny, Charles was not like Wickham. Mister is a little caring."

Jane's words immediately resonated with Elizabeth.

"Men are always very careless in dealing with women's childbirth. They never understand women's hard work. They always feel that the child is in the wife's womb today and will be born tomorrow. I used to think that Fitzwilliam was good, at least He found a lot of books about childbirth, and he cared about me very much. Compared with Wickham now..." Mrs. Darcy frowned when she thought of Wickham who was always around his wife and midwives. The thing people fear most is comparison. If Elizabeth thought that her husband, Mr. Darcy, had done the best for his wife and children before, now she feels a little bit uneasy.

At the beginning, she never thought that her husband would be inferior to a flirtatious and sentimental villain who only knew how to exploit women's loopholes and take advantage of women.

Seeing that the two sisters were about to criticize their husbands, Jane's son had already jumped over like a pony on a hot wheel, "Mom, aunt, sister Laura climbed up and down the tree and couldn't get up. ! That branch looks like it's about to break!"

"What?!" The two mothers almost fainted when they heard these words. Flora's mother, Mrs. Darcy, even threw away the rattan basket in her hand, and grabbed her nephew's little hand in a hurry, "Xiao De Ni, where is your sister? Take us there quickly!"

The distraught Elizabeth almost dragged her sister and nephew running wildly.

When they arrived at the accident site, they were completely stunned.

I saw the white and chubby little girl carefully raised by Darcy and Elizabeth curled up in Wickham's broad and strong arms, sobbing and crying around his neck—the chubby little pedals took off the delicate His calfskin shoes were stuck in Wickham's arms and remained motionless—the red and tender mouth was still yelling "It's so scary, Jojo... Jojo..."

Elizabeth and Jane held back the tears in their eyes and immediately fell.

"Flora!" Elizabeth, who was crying with joy, handed her little nephew to her sister, took a few quick steps, and tried to hug the little chubby girl off Wickham's body. kindness.

Flora, who completely ignored her mother's mood at the moment, twisted her chubby little face, and wrapped her little lotus-like arm around Wickham even tighter, crying as she continued, with a childish voice crying loudly. The adults present were all scratching their heads.

Seeing this, Wickham said hastily, "The child is frightened, let her stay with me for a while."

Elizabeth wrung her hands in embarrassment, and said in a voice not much louder than a mosquito, "It's really troublesome for you."

"No trouble, I like Flora very much." Wickham, who saw the little chubby girl, thought of his future daughter, smiled and pinched the little guy's pink cheeks, his blue eyes were full of tenderness and love .

After returning home, everyone praised Wickham's kindness and patience with the children.

"—Fortunately, you rushed over in time, otherwise we really don't know how to explain to Mr. Darcy." Everyone said, "Mr. Darcy loves this daughter very much, and if something happens to her, he will be very sad .”

Wickham, who instinctively rejected Darcy when he heard Darcy, smiled noncommittally, and ordered the maid to bring up all kinds of exquisite snacks to scare little Flora.

The little girl sat obediently in her uncle's arms, her cheeks bulging after being fed.

Mrs. Gardner watched their interaction with great interest, shook her head and laughed and said, "George likes his daughter so much, maybe Lydia's birth will make your wish come true."

"Oh, my dear sister-in-law, what nonsense are you talking about, my daughter's first child is of course a boy, a lively and healthy baby boy," Mrs. Bennet hurriedly interrupted her brother The daughter-in-law's tone was full of tension and resistance—for fear that Mrs. Gardner's unintentional sentence of "let you get what you want" would come true, "I've had enough of not having a son, my daughter must be luckier than me many!"

Mrs. Bennet's frightened attitude made everyone present laugh, "My dear, there is no restriction on inheritance in Mr. Wickham's estate, so you don't have to be so anxious."

"It's no different from heart anxiety. I have never enjoyed the joy of my son being called mother in my life. How can I let my daughters feel it for a while-so they will definitely give birth to healthy heirs for their husbands!" said Mrs. Bennet firmly.

"Yes, Mom, thanks to your good words, George and I also think it must be a son," Lydia said with a smile on her face, and smiled at her husband.

Lydia's swearing statement and Wickham's echo made everyone laugh, and even said that being a parent for the first time just likes to be silly-how can someone guess the gender while the child is still in the womb, and it's not because they have clairvoyant eyes Can see the appearance of the child in the womb.

There was no reaction to the smiles and teasing of the Wickhams on everyone's faces, but Mrs. Bennet was very satisfied, and said that Wickham was really her good son-in-law, and it was all too natural for her to dote on Lydia like this. up.

"—You don't listen to me as much as they do, and agree with me." In the days to come, Mrs. Bennet was even more confident in this way to her daughters who complained about her favoritism.In fact, Lydia and his wife really deserved her eccentricity. After the Bennetts got old, they ignored the dissuasion of the Bingleys and insisted on inviting them to Longbourne to take care of them.

Undoubtedly, Mrs. Bingley, who still had an old sister-in-law at home, did not have such convenient conditions as her own sister to take care of her parents-even if they lived only a short distance away.

Since little Flora was rescued by Wickham, she became his little follower spontaneously.As soon as Wickham came back from the outside, he would rush into Wickham's arms crackling and crawling.And Wickham, who was less serious than Mr. Darcy and more childlike, naturally took good care of her. Some interesting games brought from later generations made Flora and Xiaode Ni Jing is a heavenly man, and he is his good uncle when he opens and closes his mouth.

The two wives, Bingley and Darcy, who had lost their children, were very guilty and said they were sorry, but Lydia comforted them, saying that her husband is currently looking for feelings from a few children, so that he can learn in advance what to do. Good dad.

Lydia's gentle reassurance relieved the psychological burden of the two wives, Bingley and Darcy, and immediately let go of them happily—letting the children follow their sister-in-law with their little feet every day.

While everyone was happily waiting for Lydia to give birth, he received a letter from his wife, and saw from the letter that his youngest daughter worshiped Mr. Wickham, the Pemberley master frowned hard!Almost immediately, he took out the letter paper and wrote to his wife, asking her to bring her daughter back to him immediately.

Elizabeth, of course, ignored this, and wrote to her husband: "You should really come and see Wheeler Village. Maybe you won't mind Flora and Mr. Wickham after seeing it-he What a good father, we all admire him very much."

His wife's follow-up letters made Mr. Darcy furious, but even so he refused to go to Wheeler Village as his wife suggested--

Mr. Darcy, who hates the bad things Wickham has done, is unwilling to have any sporadic contact with Wickham, and at the same time, he hates his daughter for getting close to his enemy!Since his wife and daughter refused to come back, and he was unwilling to set foot in Stoke, he could only send a bunch of servants to assist his wife, and at the same time he did not forget to order them to separate his daughter from Wickham as much as possible.

What he did instead aroused Elizabeth's rebellious psychology. If Elizabeth was a little embarrassed at the beginning that she always left her daughter to Wickham to take care of, now she sent her daughter to Wickham at dawn. It’s okay to go, and I wrote a letter to my husband deliberately early in the morning, vividly describing the time my daughter and Wickham spent together like a diary.

Mr. Darcy, who was so angry that he couldn't hold back his anger and impulsiveness at last, rode a horse and led a group of servants to Wheeler Village—trying to take his wife and daughter back by force!

——It's good for them, they are obviously here to be guests, but in the end they don't want to leave.

And the day he came, as coincidentally as possible, was the day Alva emerged from his mother's womb.

Mr. Darcy, who had just entered the gate of Wickham Manor, was dumbfounded when his wife stuffed a baby into his hand.

"Look! This is little Alva! How handsome he is! How thick the fetal hair is, and how red his little body is—he will be a handsome little gentleman."

Mr. Darcy stared blankly at the little boy in his arms. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the beautiful baby boy who was carried by the old housekeeper. He said to little Darcy in a joyful tone, "This is my godson, your younger brother, Fitzwilliam, and he will be taken care of by you from now on."

Thinking of the old days, Mr. Darcy's thoughts wandered for a while—it was not until his daughter jumped towards him with a happy face, hugging his legs and kept rubbing her legs, that he woke up from the memory—looking at Xiao The baby's eyes also became very gentle.

——This time, he must teach this little guy well, and never let him disappoint everyone like George Wickham.

With a decision in mind, Mr. Darcy stayed in Wickham Manor for a while.It’s interesting to say, and I don’t know if it’s because he was hugged by Mr. Darcy when he was just born. Little Alva obviously likes Mr. Darcy more than his biological father—this kind of differential treatment makes Wickham overwhelmed But Mr. Darcy will not be proud of it. When he is favored by Alva, why doesn't his daughter treat Mr. Wickham as another father?They were inseparable almost every day, and his daughter kept saying "Jojo said" and "Jojo said", which made Mr. Darcy's head hurt.

In this way, the time passed by little by little, and in a blink of an eye, it was the time when little Alva was full of the moon, and the relatives and friends who came here specially came to say goodbye.Mrs. Bennet sighed at the full moon banquet that night, "Now I only worry about Mary, oh, I don't know where her marriage is." Even if Mary said more than once that she would never marry, Mrs. Bennet I also firmly believe that Mary will definitely get married!She would never allow her daughter to be an old maid at home--God knows what life was between Sherlock and Caroline Bingley!

Mrs. Bennet's exclamation made the Wickhams smile at each other.Knowing where Mary's marriage is in their hearts, they decided to invite Mary to stay in their family's manor often-this time they stayed without exception.

Sure enough, Mary, who stayed with her sister and little nephew to accompany her to take care of her sister and nephew, married Mr. Chinnett of Wheeler Village half a year later, and the marriage was happy and happy.

So far, Mrs. Bennet is satisfied, and the happy life of the Wickhams has also opened a new chapter in this time and space.

——End——

The author has something to say: It's completely over, well, that's it.