Despite the contrasting opinions, Chelsea’s Club’s influence was undeniable. The trends among young gentlemen were often set here.
Naturally, young people longed for the club, a place to gain both connections and reputation.
Recently, the most intriguing topic at Chelsea’s Club was a man named ‘Jen Baker.’
“Today, Jen Baker showed up at the department store with a woman.”
Eric spoke, and John quickly replied from one of the club’s best tables.
“What? A woman? From which family?”
“Don’t know. She looked pretty, but her dress was modest.”
“Hmm, so she’s not a lady or an actress. Just a maid he’s fooling around with?”
John chuckled, puffing on his cigar.
“It didn’t seem that way. You can’t know everything about a person from just one conversation, right?”
“Jumping to conclusions that she’s just a maid he’s playing with?”
Eric smirked and asked, and John shrugged.
“Well, you said she was modestly dressed. And it’s not uncommon for men to fool around with maids, right?”
John glanced at Derek, who was swirling his whiskey, and teased.
Derek’s face turned red as he snapped back.
“Don’t touch a sore spot! I’m still hurting from the beating my father gave me then.”
“That’s what you get for being caught. You’ve got a long way to go before you can play like me.”
John lit his cigar. Smoke filled the dimly lit room with a mocking trail.
“Anyway, Jen Baker doesn’t have an official lady, right?”
When John asked, Eric frowned and replied.
“Why are you so curious about who sits next to Jen Baker?”
“I was thinking of using my sister, who’s just a money-spending parasite at home.”
“Doesn’t your sister have a fiancé?”
“Well, Jen Baker’s wealth is much larger than a family that runs a few clothing factories, right? Ah, and of course, he’s better looking too.”
John’s face contorted like a cigar slowly burning out.
“Speaking of which, damn it. Isn’t his face a scam? When he’s around, everyone only looks at him.”
“Why didn’t you get born like that then, if you’re so jealous?”
“If it were possible, I would have been born that way.”
At that moment, Derek, sipping his whiskey, chimed in as if humming a tune.
“But what can you do? Your sister looks like you. Would Jen Baker even spare her a glance? And it’s not like you can give her a huge dowry. Especially with the Powell Baronet’s current situation…”
“You bastard!”
John, his cigar clenched in his mouth, glared at Derek, ready to grab him by the collar.
As they, the core members of the club, created a hostile atmosphere, the other members all clammed up.
Eric sighed and waved his hand.
“Enough. Let’s not create a scene over something trivial.”
“Damn it!”
John angrily stubbed out his cigar. Derek shrugged, indicating he didn’t want to escalate the situation either.
With a bitter sigh, Eric pulled his whiskey glass towards him and said,
“Going back to the original topic, I wanted to mention that Jen Baker showed up in a car.”
“What, driving a car? We have cars too. We just don’t use them much.”
“But that man arrived in one. The world is paying attention to him.”
Even the simplest thing worn by that handsome man, like a muffler, draws attention. The reason they were chattering about the modestly dressed woman was precisely because she was seen with Jen Baker.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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