His Excellency the Count of Grandet

The carriage moved.The occasional crackling of whips, the tapping of hooves, and the screeching of wheels on the stone pavement were all mixed together, covering their voices well.

"You know very well, that's just aggressive tactics." Victor spread his free hand. "Love doesn't make people blind, at least not to us."

Ciel felt that what the other party said was only half right, because he felt that Victor was obviously different from others when he treated him—more casual and possessive. "If your sanity is still there, I think our judgment should be similar." But he was unmoved. "Your father was right."

Yes?He should find a girl to marry, and Charles himself?

Viktor exerted a bit of force so that his hand and Ciel's fit perfectly together. "Look, that's what I'm going to say. But I want to stress before that," he sinks, "I don't want to hear you say that again."

Charles slightly raised his eyebrows to look at Victor.The candlelight on the small table in the car swayed up and down with the bumps, casting shadows of different shades on the other person's face; this made the outline appear deeper, and one could see the unmistakable seriousness in those almost black eyes.

This scene made Ciel swallow back the rebuttal he wanted to utter.Viktor was obviously a little irritated already; he had a hunch that if he said something similar again, the other party didn't know what kind of violent reaction he would have.

"It seems that you know where my bottom line is." Victor figured it out from Ciel's silent reaction, "You're so smart, you must have known it all along, didn't you?"

"Is that all you want to talk about today?" Charles felt that the topic was wrong.He began to want to pull his hand out, but in exchange for more forceful suppression.

"Don't move," Victor leaned closer to Charles' cheek and kissed it lightly, "You must know that I want to do something to you all night."

Charles almost couldn't help rolling his eyes.He couldn't even pretend to ignore that fiery gaze, okay?But it’s one thing to feel it, it’s another thing for Victor to say it himself—why is this man so thick-skinned?

Victor kissed a few more times, and then continued with satisfaction: "Today's incident was an accident. I didn't know that father would hit you just right. Although I know you won't think too much, I still have to explain that it doesn't matter. Doesn't mean I don't want to introduce you to my father. It will happen sooner or later, it's just not the right time."

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly.What do you mean by "sooner or later" and "it's just not the right time"?Did Victor decide to eat him and wait for the raw rice to be cooked before telling Francois?This is quite in line with Victor's style.

"Don't listen to their jokes either," Victor went on, "because I wouldn't have gotten married without you," he announced, concluding the matter. "But I have to say, you never gave me the reaction I wanted, which is really sad."

"If the reaction you expect is that I'm going crazy with jealousy, then I sincerely advise you to save yourselves." Charles finally couldn't help it. "And I must remind you that I never said I wasn't married."

Now it was Victor's turn to squint and look at Ciel. "You won't," he said firmly after a few seconds, "because you're already married to your job, how can you have time to find a woman? In this case, it's better not to marry!"

"You know me very well." Charles snorted softly.Because Victor is right, that's who he is.But neither of them being married sounds like an inexplicable commitment; he is not reconciled to being exposed like this. "But did it ever occur to you that I might do it for my father's wish?"

Victor paused.He knew Guillaume quite well, so he knew that Charles was telling the truth—Guillaume was thinking of a normal person, and he always hoped that his son could marry a noble lady; but Charles was still young, and Guillaume was not Take it easy.

But Charles married?Who dares to snatch the person he likes?

"Maybe you have thought about it before, maybe you will be successful in the future," Victor replied seemingly casually, but his tone was completely inevitable, "but that possibility only existed before I met you." He probably said to Charles Nothing to do, but for others... Hehe, not too much!

"Confidence is an advantage, and arrogance is a bit annoying." Although Charles can't say that he doesn't have feelings for Victor—otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to kiss him before—but this doesn't prevent him from wanting to give Victor now. Dismantle.In fact, it is impossible for him to marry a noble lady just because Guillaume wishes: because it is likely to bring him a lot of excellent relatives who will not be able to get rid of.

"Whatever you say." It turned out that Victor's thick skin was already invulnerable, and he didn't care about Charles' innuendo: "As long as I am alive, no one can take you away from me; then we will be the two of you." Old bachelor, you can only deal with me!"

Charles originally squinted at him, but when he heard the end, he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.They are only in their twenties now, and Victor thinks about getting old. Isn't it too far away?

Victor had endured all the way, but seeing Charles' expression of wanting to laugh but not being able to, he couldn't help it anymore, and kissed Charles' thin lips, wanting to go deeper.

But halfway through this action, he couldn't continue, because Charles raised his free hand to block Victor's face: "Wait." He half stood up, and blew out the candle on the small table.

The compartment was suddenly plunged into darkness.Only occasionally, when the light from the side penetrates through the swinging curtains, can we faintly see some slightly moving silhouettes.There was an ambiguous and deep sound of water and the rubbing of clothes, all of which were lost in the non-stop sound of horseshoes.

**

When Victor got out of Charles' carriage, he found that his house was uncharacteristically brightly lit.

"Is there a problem?" Charles poked his head out of the car.His face was still a little red, and only the two of them knew how the heat came from.

"No, you go back first, isn't your father still waiting for you to watch the new year?" Victor replied, and straightened Charles' messy scarf.Fortunately, the fabric was made of patterned crepe, so it wasn't particularly noticeable if it was messed up. "I can handle this."

The eyes of the two were intertwined in the air for a while, and then Charles said, "Then I'll go back first, good night."

"Good night." Victor managed to resist the urge to kiss Charles again.

The sound of the carriage sounded again.Victor watched it disappear into the street before turning around and entering the door.A servant was waiting inside, and when he took the cloak he took off, he said in a low voice: "Master, master is waiting for you in the study."

Victor nodded curtly to show he understood. "Open a bottle of red wine for us." He ordered, then stomped upstairs.

Because he came back early, Francois wandered around in the study for a while.For a while he thought of Charles' face, and for a while he thought of his son's helpless father, and felt that things must be as he had guessed——

Victor probably has his eyes on Charles!And [-]% hadn't eaten the person in his mouth, so he kept it from him!

When exactly did this happen, why didn't he know at all?And if my son thinks so, it depends on whether the other party agrees or not!

In such a mood, Francois kept his ears open to listen to the movement on the street outside.So of course he saw Victor and Ciel's farewell, saw the slight redness on Ciel's face, and also saw Victor tidying Ciel's skirt——

He dared to pat his chest and swear, he has been Victor's father for 28 years, and he has never enjoyed such treatment as Victor's personal service!

Before the daughter-in-law gets married, forget about her father!Francois thought bitterly.People say that the married daughter poured water, but his family is a son, why is it like this?

One can imagine what Francois looked like when Victor entered the study. "You...you are really brave!" All he could think of was this one sentence when he opened his mouth.

"Don't get excited, Father," Victor said calmly, "You know me very well, so you must be able to tell at the first glance that Charles is exactly the type I like."

Francois almost spit blood.He knows this, but he didn't know it before, Victor is more interested in men! "When did you know for sure?" He struggled to ask, "Why didn't I know?"

"No, you definitely know." Victor said firmly, knowing that his father was asking him how to determine his sexual orientation. "It's just that you have been unwilling to face this reality. The proof is that you are very anxious to find me a wife."

My son is so grown up, he's really not cute at all!Francois growled silently in his heart.Wouldn't it be nice to save some face for Dad? "What's so good about a man?" He tried to make himself stern.

"Don't you like Charles?" Victor asked without answering, obviously Francois' strategy had no effect on him. "Does he not please you more than all the noble ladies you know?"

François felt only a second gulp of blood stuck in his throat.As the saying goes, there is no better way to know a son than to know a father, and the reverse is also true!There have always been only father and son in the family, and they have always had a good relationship, and it is not normal for them to have similar eyesight. "You...I...he..." He thought for a long time, but couldn't refute at all.

Seeing that the timing was about right, Victor dropped the third bomb directly. "In fact, I have always wanted to tell you that your idea of ​​finding me a wife will never succeed—because I never considered marrying one."

Like a needle popping a balloon, François was completely paralyzed. "My son has grown up, his wings are hardened, and he won't listen to my father's words!" He muttered, quite aggrieved.

"Don't be like this, father," Victor softened his tone a little, "you are obviously not a devout believer yourself. So, what do you care about?"

Francois sat down in the armchair angrily, not looking at Victor.

Indeed, he could not help but say that he did not foresee the day when Victor would show his cards to him.But he always thinks that his son has high vision, and it's still early; if he procrastinates, maybe the situation will change in the future, and he may have the hope of having a grandson or granddaughter, although the hope is slim...

Well, it's gone now!

But it's not without advantages - at least Victor himself said that he likes Shire; isn't that better than marrying a random girl?With the person he likes, Victor's life will definitely be happier.

Francois sighed deeply.As a parent, his greatest hope is that Victor is better off than him.It’s fine if Victor doesn’t like it, after he has someone he likes, it’s not easy for him to mess with it——

In essence, Lafitte and his son are basically the same character carved out of the same mold - once you identify one, you will never let it go!

"Well, I'm at my wit's end with this one," said François at last. "But what about Charles?"

"What should I do?" Victor asked back, he didn't understand what Francois meant.Aren't things going well between him and Charles? "Everything is as expected." When Francois was thinking just now, the servant had already served the red wine; he poured two glasses and handed Francois one.

François took the glass, but did not drink it at once.Judging by Shire's face, it's okay, but judging by his personality...it doesn't look like a master who can just lie down and do whatever he wants!Can his son really handle it?

The author has something to say: François: My son, don’t you think it’s a little difficult to pick someone?

Victor: Nothing, I have touched everything that should be touched, and I have touched everything that should not be touched o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Francois: ... When did it happen? Σ(°△°||)

Victor: Just now o(*≧▽≦)ツ【Fortunately, Charles blew out the candle

François: Wait... Seems like I missed something important? Σ (っ°Д°;) っ