My years as a menswear boss

On the second day after the duel, Jiqiu received a huge package from Albert, and there was also a letter at the same time. She opened the letter and put it aside after reading it.

In the letter, Albert expressed his apology. He said that he no longer had the face to ask Haiide for forgiveness. In order to atone for his father, he decided to join the army and donate all his beloved collections to Jiqiu, thanking her for teaching him these days. many things.

Jiqiu opened the package, and there were all kinds of good-looking gadgets piled inside. She picked up a glazed snuff bottle from the east, unscrewed the lid, sniffed it lightly, and sneezed.

"Master, what are you going to do with these things?" Forrester asked.

"It's not a large decoration, just put it in my studio." Jiqiu put the snuff bottle back into the wooden carved box, and she looked at the British, "You look like you have something to ask."

"Ah, is it so obvious?" Forrester touched his nose in embarrassment. He looked at the thin young man, "I really want to know why Mr. Morcerf's rapier broke?"

"German blacksmiths control the manufacturing technology of the entire European dueling rapier, but this sword has a weak point on the blade.

Because they ditched the Latin-style small sword with a flat spine, the blade became more slender, so there is a point in the middle of the blade that is very weak. "

Jiqiu pulled out the stabbing sword she used in yesterday's duel. She picked up a fruit knife in her hand and slashed hard to the middle of the sword. The stabbing sword broke at the waist. "I can use the sound to determine where the weak point of the sword is."

"But... why do you know this?"

Forrest asked suspiciously. He looked at the pampered young man and completely connected with the craftsman.

"I probably met a certain blacksmith before." Jiqiu said softly. In fact, when she was still Sigrid Gary, she met a murderer who was a blacksmith, so she learned about it.

"By the way, when did my father arrive?"

She frowned. It stands to reason that Dantès went to England, how did he get back in such a short time?

"I think sir has arrived before you arrive." Forrest said, "I have been paying attention to the situation. If someone suddenly arrives, I will know immediately."

"Is there any storm on the sea recently?" Jiqiu asked.

"About ten days ago, there was one time, but the ship's route resumed operation the next day."

Forrester said, he suddenly realized, "Didn't Mr. continue to go to England after the storm stopped, but stayed in France?!"

"He might take a day trip to Marseille." Jiqiu shrugged indifferently, and she poured herself a cup of black tea, "Today seems to be October [-]nd."

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Today is Dantes' birthday."

That night, Ji Qiu carried a nine-inch lemon cake and sneaked into Dantès' bedroom like a thief. Then, seeing the desk covered with a flannel tablecloth, he ducked in.

'Dantès will be home at about nine o'clock, and I will appear suddenly at this time to give him a big surprise. Jiqiu was very moved by the scene of his father's kindness and son's filial piety.

She curled up into a ball, listening to the sound of the hands of the clock outside, her legs were a little numb.

The heavy clock struck nine times, and finally heard the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Jiqiu stretched out a foot tentatively, and when she was about to step out, she heard the sound of high heels dragging.

"I can't..." Jiqiu's first reaction was that Dantès came back with his lover and was about to do something. She was in a dilemma for a while, neither retreat nor advance.

Soon the sound of conversation came from outside the flannel, and Ji Qiu immediately recognized that the woman's voice came from Mercedes.Even more embarrassing, she was thinking about killing her son yesterday.

"Edmond, is it really you?" Mercedes called softly.

Dantès looked flat, "Yes and no are not important anymore, Countess Morcerf."

"How can it be unimportant?!" Mercedes had a look of despair, and she pulled Dantès excitedly, "The first time I saw you at the ball that day, I knew you were the Edmond I love. , every night when you are not around, I miss you."

"But you are Fernand's wife and a mother now." Dantès broke away from her hand, and when he read to Fernand, his tone was filled with hatred, "I am Edward Roche now, That Edmond is dead, in the Château d'If."

"Please don't say that." Mercedes' voice was dry, with a hint of hope in her eyes, "I want to know if you still have any real feelings for me."

Dantès looked at the fragile and beautiful woman in front of him, she was completely different from when he stepped into the engagement hall, now Mercedes had a lingering sadness in his eyes, he sighed, " I used to love you very much and was willing to do everything for you. But now, I don't have that feeling in my heart anymore. "

"I heard the news of your death from Morcerf. You wanted to escape from prison, but you were caught and tied with an iron ball and thrown into the sea. I have been praying to God every day for 14 years that you can survive."

Mercedes' eyes were filled with tears, and the figure of the man became blurred in her vision.

"Oh? It's a pity that I don't believe in God." Dantès sneered. He found that facing his former lover was like facing a stranger. They knew that they would never go back to the past, so why bother with the past emotion.

It has to be said that Jiqiu's long-term life attitude of salted fish has affected Dantès.

Many times, he no longer thinks deeply about things that he feels cannot be changed, but does well in the future.

"I am an atheist. If God is useful to me, then I will become devout and regard him as my Lord, but he has given up on me as a believer. Why should I pursue that ethereal belief?"

These words of Dantès had a great impact on Mercedes. She re-examined the man in front of her for the first time. Except for the familiar facial features, everything else was the same as Edmond Tangtai in her memory. Si is completely different.

"Are you serious, Edmond?" Mercedes shouted incredulously, and she hurriedly hugged Dantès, trying to prove something.

Facing the approaching face, Dantès subconsciously recognized the face, "Mesedis in my memory is very loyal to emotions."

Mercedes stopped. She let go of the man, took a few steps back, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I was rude. It seems that everything is irreversible."

Dantès looked at Mercedes who covered his face and left, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly. He walked around behind the sofa and held the protruding foot.

Jiqiu realized that his feet were being grabbed, "Oops, I was so happy eating melons that I forgot to take my feet back." '

The man dragged a curly-haired cub out from under the tablecloth bit by bit, and he squatted down, "Is your father's emotional entanglement interesting?"

Jiqiu weakly raised the cake in his hand, the birthday message on it had been wiped out, "Happy birthday, Dad."

Afraid it wasn't enough, she added, "I made it myself~"

Looking at the shapeless cake in front of him, Dantès melted the heart of an old father, "Thank you, Simon."

He didn't expect that his own casual words would be remembered by the cub for nine years, and he would prepare birthday gifts and surprises for him every year.

At this moment, he knew why Mercedes was willing to do everything for his son. If it were him, he would also be willing to make the same choice for Simon.

When he knew that his cub was dueling with Morcerf's son, he hid behind the giant tree in the forest early on, holding a hunting / (wooden warehouse) in his hand. If Simon's opponent had the advantage, he would choose Shoot Albert Morcerf.

Dantès drew out the dagger at his waist, divided the cake into four equal parts, and handed the best-looking piece to Jiqiu, "Let's eat together."

Jiqiu took it and ate it with big mouthfuls. The sweet and sour lemon sauce made her feel better after eating it.

Dantès saw how delicious the young man ate, so he took a bite himself, his expression twisted for a moment, 'It's too sweet! '

"Father, why don't you continue to eat?" Jiqiu asked suspiciously, she felt a little uneasy, "Is it too unpalatable?"

"No, it's too delicious. I don't want to finish it too soon." Dantès felt that his teeth were being sweetened, and he took another big mouthful to show the authenticity of his words.

"That's it." Jiqiu looked at the remaining two pieces of cake, luckily they were quite big, "Then I'll give you both."

"I will finish it well." Dantès held back his twitching face, his face was sincere, "This is the best lemon cake I have ever eaten, no cake shop in Paris can compare with yours The craftsmanship is comparable."

Jiqiu was overwhelmed by the praise, "Don't worry, I will only make one for you, next time I will make a chocolate one for you to eat."

After that day, Mercedes left Paris and returned to her hometown of Marseille. She stood on the pier and watched her son go away.

At that moment, her eyes blurred for a moment, as if she saw the former Edmund waving at her on the boat.When he looked at the ship again, he became Albert again.

Count Morcerf found that his wife and children were not at home. He searched in a panic, grabbed a servant and asked, "Where are the madam and the young master?!"

"They...they left," the servant replied in a low voice.

"Where did they go?!" Morcerf yelled.

"I don't know, master." The servant replied in a muffled voice. He watched the usually high-ranking master sit down on the ground in a daze.

"Did they leave any words?" Morcerf was desperate, and he looked at the servant in front of him as if he was grasping the last straw in front of him.

"The young master said that he is ashamed to have such a father." The servant knew that this was a bit cruel, so he replied truthfully.

"Really?" Morcerf muttered to himself, he struggled to get up, walked back to his office step by step, took out his favorite wooden box from the drawer, and aimed it at his temple.

"boom--"