My years as a menswear boss

It had been a week since Margaret had expressed her desire to write a novel.

The loss of a unique girl in the opera house has caused a lot of discussion in the social circle. Everyone is speculating on what happened to this courtesan, and more people think that she was taken care of by a domineering lover.The man does not allow her to go out to visit friends.

Jiqiu took a stack of manuscripts from Margaret, and she read them carefully, reading every sentence carefully.

Margaret looked nervous. She saw the young man finished flipping through and asked anxiously, "How is it?"

"Hmm... Are the heroes and heroines based on you and your ex-lover?" Jiqiu asked.

Margaret named her novel "Dodder Flower". The heroine in the novel is a courtesan like a dodder flower, and the person who takes care of her is an old prince who can be her grandfather. The emotional entanglement between the protagonist and the male protagonist is in line with the bloody love stories on the market. It may be because of the prototype, the story looks very realistic.

"Yes, I changed it a bit. The man was just a viscount with whom I had a fling."

Margaret replied, asking sincerely, "Adrian, can you take a look for me?"

"I think it lacks a little novelty, you have to have a positioning, you need to know what kind of people your readers are.

My advice is to the ladies of the bourgeoisie, who have the time, the leisure, and are willing to splurge on expensive dresses, let alone a novel. " Jiqiu tapped the table lightly with her fingers.

"They need the nourishment of sweet love, and you need to create a good atmosphere. A 70-year-old old duke and a young girl in the prime of life will not make them feel substituting, and even disgusting."

"You need to replace the male protagonist with a handsome, young and wealthy earl, and you also need to give him a setting, which must be novel.

For example, he doesn't have any interest in women, but after seeing the heroine, he feels excited.

He must be dedicated, and he can have a little problem, such as his domineering personality, and he doesn't like the heroine to contact other men. "

Margaret blinked her eyes and listened carefully. She saw the young man stop talking, "Adrian, why don't you continue? I still want to hear this story."

"Huh?" The smile on Jiqiu's face froze, she rubbed the center of her brows, "This should be something you, the author, have considered."

Margaret thought for a while, and agreed with this statement, "Okay, I'll go back to the study and change it."

A few days later, Margaret found Jiqiu again with the manuscript, "Adrian, I've changed it, you can read it again."

Jiqiu put down the fleece-flower root in her hand, she was about to identify whether it was fake, "Okay."

When she took the manuscript, she was stunned by the cover, and the title became "The Domineering Duke's Cuscuta Lover", "This is the title."

"Hey, I think the previous name is too common, so I changed it to a new one!"

Margaret felt that her head was full of inspiration, and she wanted to sit in front of the typewriter in the study and type quickly, "I have also changed a lot in it!"

Jiqiu heard that when he opened the manuscript, the first sentence that caught his eye was: My dear, you are so sweet.She felt a thunderbolt descend on her head.

"Would you like to send the first third to the publishing house for a try?" Jiqiu suggested after a moment of hesitation, maybe someone really likes this type.

Margaret left happily, she had asked the groom George to wait outside the door, as long as Jiqiu nodded, she would send the manuscript out immediately.

Jiqiu continued to pick up Polygonum multiflorum and observe it with a magnifying glass. She flipped through the medical books in her hand, "Fortunately, this is true. '

She bought this Polygonum multiflorum with half of the consultation fee given to her by Christine.

After half a month, Jiqiu came to Anais Petit's house again, and she sat on the chair she came to for the first time, "Mrs. Petit, how are you?"

"The blood volume has decreased a lot this month! I don't feel as painful as before!"

Anais's face was rosy, and she was not as pale as before. "It's just that my waist is sore."

"Sore back is a normal phenomenon, ma'am." Jiqiu said after taking her pulse, she looked at Anais who had been rubbing her waist, "I have a way to heal faster, I wonder if you would like to try it?"

"It's just that it looks kind of scary."

Anais sat up, and she asked curiously, "What method?"

"That is a unique disease treatment method from the East. Everyone has corresponding acupuncture points."

Jiqiu took out the cloth bag from the medicine box and untied it, revealing a row of fine needles of different lengths and thicknesses, "If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, you can pierce the skin with the fine needles to cause a local reaction."

"You mean, you're going to stick these needles into my body?!"

Anais widened her eyes and said, she looked at the row of thin silver needles, and felt that she was starting to hurt again.

Seeing this, Jiqiu had no choice but to close the cloth bag, "This is just a suggestion, if you don't accept it, I can continue to prescribe traditional Chinese medicine for you."

"Those herbs are so bitter, I don't want to touch it for the rest of my life after drinking it!"

Anais thought of drinking a bowl of black Chinese medicine early in the morning, she couldn't help retching, "Sorry, I lost my mind."

"Don't take it to heart, this is a normal reaction. After drinking the medicine, you can eat a few candied fruit to relieve the bitterness." Jiqiu comforted and patted Anais's back to make her feel better.

Anais looked at the cloth bag, feeling a little undecided, "Doctor, if you choose to get the needle, then do you not need to drink the medicine?"

Seeing that her expression had softened, Jiqiu quickly struck while the iron was hot, "Of course, acupuncture works faster and has fewer side effects than traditional Chinese medicine."

"Don't look at it looking scary, in fact the needle is very thin, it's like being bitten by a bug."

"Okay, doctor. I'm willing to believe you." Anais still compromised when she thought of traditional Chinese medicine. She would rather be in pain than endure the bitter taste of medicine.

Half an hour later, Anais was lying on the bed in a thin underwear. For the first time, she faced a "man" like a corpse.

She has removed all the servants, leaving only herself and the young doctor in the room.Thinking of those long and thin needles, she began to drum in her heart, 'Is it really all right? '

Jiqiu took off her gloves, lit the alcohol lamp and put the needle on the flame to sterilize. Her movements were gentle and orderly, and the woman lying on the bed trembled subconsciously.

Anais closed her eyes in fear, "Doctor, are you alright?"

"Don't worry, I'll press the acupuncture points for you first, and you tell me how you feel."

Jiqiu put his finger on the position where the needle was going to be inserted and pressed, and recorded the patient's feelings one by one.

Thanks to the patient's cooperation, Jiqiu finished the piercing very quickly. She was in a good mood and put a layer of white cloth on Anais' eyes, "In order to prevent you from being afraid that the needle will be misplaced, don't look at your body right now."

"How are you feeling now? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt very much." Anais Gai's eyes under the white cloth trembled. She felt that the part of her body that was pierced by the needle was a bit strange, and she was held down by the young man when she just wanted to move, "It's a little sore, it seems to be quite comfortable."

This feeling was very novel. If Dr. Goetty hadn't said that the needle had been inserted, she would never have imagined that such a long needle would not hurt when it was inserted into the body.

"Acupuncture has been passed down in the East for thousands of years, and the Arabs also sent people there to learn this skill."

Jiqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Apart from experimenting on herself, it was the first time for her to give someone else an injection. Fortunately, it was very successful, and there was no deviation or congestion.

"Doctor, you seem to know the East very well. Have you ever been there?"

There was darkness in front of Anais, but her hearing became more acute, and she could hear the young man's steady breathing.

"No. My father once went to the east to learn art from a teacher." Jiqiu replied softly. In fact, she followed Dantès back to her hometown in her previous life.

But those eyes that looked at rare animals made her not want to go there for a second time, so she only dug a pot of soil from there and brought it back to Monte Cristo.

"Oh, what about your father?" Anaïs asked.

"He passed away due to an illness." Jiqiu said flatly.

An embarrassing look appeared on Anais's face, "I'm sorry, I feel very sorry for this, he must be a very good doctor."

"My father would be very happy to hear that."

Ten minutes later, Jiqiu patiently took out the needles one by one and put them in the cloth bag, "Today's treatment is over, ma'am."

Anais took off the white cloth over her eyes, and she felt numb and comfortable, "My hands and feet feel warm, not as cold as before."

"Because you have a deficiency and cold system, you are more likely to catch cold than ordinary people. I just put acupuncture on your corresponding acupuncture point to improve this situation." Jiqiu said.

"So when is the next treatment?" Anais liked this feeling, and she began to look forward to the next treatment.

"Once every other day."

"Can you tie me up again?"

Jiqiu twitched the corners of his mouth, "This can't be messed up. You'd better not ask someone to do this kind of thing casually. If you prick the wrong acupuncture point, you will feel pain, not soreness."

Anaïs had no choice but to give up the thought in her heart, "See you the day after tomorrow, Dr. Goetti."

After returning home, Jiqiu saw Margaret bouncing towards her, "Sister?"

"Adrian! My manuscript has been selected!"

Margaret said loudly, her eyes sparkling, "The editor said that my novel will be published in the newspaper next week."

"Wow!" Jiqiu offered his praise without hesitation, "You were published for the first time you wrote a novel, that's amazing!"

A sense of pride surged in Marguerite's heart. This is the sum of money she earned with her talents when she came to Paris. Although it was only ten francs at a time, it gave her great encouragement.