What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (Thirty-three)
Different world, fictional background!
The characters and worldview are privately designed and have nothing to do with real history.
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
After returning to the mansion, you took off your scarf and hung your coat on the hanger at the door.
Emma was sitting on the carpet in the living room, with stuffed dolls scattered all over the floor. Her little hands were tossing around "Jacques Says" cards. When she heard the noise, she raised her head and was stunned for a moment before she recognized who was coming.
"Mom, Mom!"
Now, the cards in Emma's hand were completely out of favor. She arched her little body and threw herself into her mother's arms. You picked up Emma and kissed her pink little face back and forth.
"My little darling, Mommy misses Emma so much that she's going crazy. Does Emma miss Mommy?"
"I want to, I want to, Mom—"
Mandy was also very surprised to see you back, "Ma'am, it's great to have you back."
"Mandy, thank you for taking care of Emma these days." You lifted Emma's arm and touched her little head with your forehead.
"Little stinky baby, how come you've become so heavy? Mommy can't even hold you anymore."
Emma pouted, snorted, lowered her head and sniffed herself. After confirming the result, she immediately made a baby-like protest.
"Humph, Emma, no, it doesn't stink, it smells good, it smells good."
The little girl pursed her lips, looking serious and cute, and your heart would melt. You gave Emma another kiss on her little cheek.
"Okay, Xiangxiang, Emma is mommy's little Xiangbao."
Emma has a very regular and organized schedule. When it's lunch break time, she will ask you to coax her to sleep.
You originally sang the English version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to Emma, but she got tired of it and kicked her legs on the bed in a tantrum. You changed several songs back and forth, almost using up all your children's music library, but Emma was still not satisfied.
At just the right moment, a nursery rhyme popped into your mind. The lyrics were so familiar that they flew up and down the waves in your heart like oars. You hummed it while patting Emma.
"Under my little darling's cradle,
There stood a little goat.
Yes, a pure white little goat.
The little goat is destined to wander, and this is your fate too.
Sweet raisins and almonds,
Go to sleep, my..."
Your voice suddenly stopped, and you quickly covered your mouth to prevent the rest of the words from coming out. Fortunately, Emma had just tossed and turned for a long time and fell asleep quickly.
You patted your chest hurriedly, almost saying a forbidden word that could kill someone. This song was probably sung to Yvette by her mother.
You closed the door and as soon as you came out, you saw Feints waiting outside.
He stood with his arms folded across his chest, leaning against the wall with an expressionless face. He was not wearing a military uniform, but a casual military uniform. The afternoon sun shone straight in through the window, slightly softening the hard lines, making it blurry enough to look like a mottled and real old photo.
"elder brother……"
The anger in his eyes didn’t seem fake, and you took a step back in fear.
Feintz grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the nursery next door. You tried to struggle free, but he only tightened his grip a little more.
"What's wrong? Be gentle..."
Tears welled up in your eyes.
He pushed you against the wall, and just as the back of your head was about to hit the hard wall, he blocked it with his hand.
He leaned down, staring at you closely with his deep blue eyes, his suppressed anger spreading rapidly, the blue flame of the burning rum occupied everything, and his tone was full of undisguised disgust.
"Ina, don't sing such dirty, low-key songs to Emma again!"
Why is he always entangled in this...
Seeing your stubborn refusal to yield, Feinz was furious, his expression becoming even uglier, and he looked at you coldly and whispered:
"Did you hear that?"
"You...you can't do this to me..."
"call!"
"elder brother……"
You felt aggrieved by his yelling and tried to push him away, but you couldn't move the mountain in front of you at all. Tears immediately rolled down your face so fast that you couldn't hold back.
"No matter how much you hate me, I'm still your sister and your wife. You should respect me... You clearly said you wouldn't lose your temper easily again..."
The more you talked, the sadder you felt. You were also afraid that the noise you two made would be too loud and wake up Emma, so you had to try hard to suppress your crying, and your tears were hidden in the quiet atmosphere of the afternoon.
"But in the end, you're still like this. You didn't do a single thing you promised me, and instead you demanded this and that from me. You mistakenly locked me up in Selliye for so long, and you didn't even say a word of apology..."
The accusations of the person in front of him, along with the sound of crystal tears falling, were like a wake-up call, awakening his crazy mind.
Feinz closed his eyes, temporarily hiding the sharpness in his eyes that was enough to penetrate people's hearts.
"Ina," when you opened your eyes again, he had returned to his original state, the deep blue sea was calm, he looked gentle and rational, he held you in his arms and comforted you.
"My dear Ina, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you again. It's all my fault."
A familiar feeling came over him, like a slightly tipsy headache with the aftereffects of being drunk. The wet marks on his face left several deep and shallow stains on his military uniform.
"I don't want to live here anymore. I'm going to pack my things and take Emma with me to the Ritz Hotel to find my father..."
You really can't stand his neurotic treatment of your bloodline, which is artificially shaped and processed, but also deeply rooted in hatred and resentment.
"good."
The speed with which he agreed actually dampened your arrogance.
You struggled out of his arms, tears in your eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment, but he lowered his head and kissed your lips. Then a faint chill seeped in from the hem of your woolen sweater, teasing your soft waist and making you feel very confused.
"Yina, you can pack your things, but take your brother's clothes with you."
ah?
You were breathing slightly, your eyes were wet, and your face was flushed with daze. After hearing the sound, you finally reacted.
No way...
You went to the Ritz to avoid him, so why did he follow you?
…
[Ritz Hotel, Place Vendôme, Paris, France.]
You received a system location prompt.
The warm winter sun shines directly on the Place Vendôme and falls on this luxurious palace-like hotel, making it covered with golden sunlight, which is in sharp contrast to the gloomy darkness in Paris more than half a month ago.
Paul parked the car aside, got out and opened the door for you, and soon a quick-eyed and quick-handed waiter took the suitcase.
As soon as Emma entered the hall, she ran around happily, and finally stopped in front of the large urn decorated with a palm tree. She tilted her little head and reached out to grab the flag on it.
General von Kármán and Feynz both greeted Jeffreys, the general manager of the Ritz Hotel, privately. Jeffreys did not dare to neglect and went to the lobby to greet them in person.
"Madam, it is a great honor for you to be staying at the Ritz. In the days ahead, we will do our best to provide you with the most professional service."
Jeffries was wearing a standard three-piece suit. He had a darker complexion and hair, a round head, a short and somewhat fat build, and was in his early forties.
"You're welcome. Thank you. I'll be inconvenienced in the coming days."
You took off Emma's little hat, used your hands to tidy up her limp blonde hair, and taught Emma to say hello to people.
Because the elevator was out of order and under repair, Jeffreys led you to the large winding staircase at the other end of the foyer. It was a unique setting used by the upper class to hold banquets and salons.
You asked for a quiet and ventilated room. Opposite the window was not the charming Place Vendôme, but the French Ministry of Justice near the square. The building was in Renaissance style, simple and concise as a whole, full of vitality.
The guest rooms are large suites, featuring a bedroom, separate living room, dining room, and separate wet and dry bathrooms. The Ritz, renowned for its stringent hygiene standards, eschews heavy, difficult-to-clean handwoven carpets. The mahogany floors are clearly visible, exuding a sense of elegance in their simplicity.
There are many oil paintings of Provence scenes hanging on the walls of the living room, a bronze wall clock with dense mother-of-pearl patterns stands on the mantelpiece, a wide sofa with a sheepskin surface, and some leather furniture, which gives it a completely European and retro French style.
You put your belongings on the plush chair, took off Emma's coat, gave her some water, and then took out a stuffed doll from the suitcase and let Emma play with it by herself.
Emma drank the water and immediately regained her energy. She pulled the doll's hair in her hand and ran back and forth on the wooden board like a carefree little bird.
"Emma, don't run around. You'll make noise and disturb others. It's impolite."
Emma sat down on the ground again, clutching the doll, and asked in a soft and childish voice, "Mom, where is Dad?"
You opened the large closet in your bedroom and hung up your clothes. The sweet scent of cypress filled your nose. "Emma, Daddy is busy outside. Mommy is with you."
It seems that Feynman has been busy with the recruitment recently and has been missing all day. Although he said he would stay at the Ritz with you last time, he actually has no free time at all.
…
Emma's meal was specially prepared by the Ritz Hotel, including sea salt edamame, kale omelet, chicken breast and multi-grain rice, and a bowl of spinach soup.
The fire in the restaurant was too strong and Emma felt a little hot, but you didn't dare to undress her, so you unbuttoned the front of her clothes and fanned her with your hands.
"Emma, is the food delicious?"
Emma was so focused on her food, she didn’t look at you, but nodded at her plate.
"Can you give me a taste? I'm so hungry..."
Emma twisted her neck, pouted her lips, and there were rice grains on the corners of her mouth. She obviously looked unhappy.
You wiped her food with a napkin and pretended to share the food: "You stinky baby, you don't know how to feel sorry for your mother. I will eat your meal today!"
Emma's "hmm" sounds became louder and she began to move in the high chair.
The man in military uniform sitting behind you couldn't help but burst out laughing. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the waiter not far away.
"Waiter, another meal please."
The familiar frivolous tone of voice coupled with the irrepressible joyful laughter made you look back.
Schleicher sat down directly opposite you, spread the napkin on the table, and then placed the book in his hand on it.
You took a look at it and found it was Adler's "What Life Means to You", a banned book. A strange feeling rose in your heart.
"Yina, are you okay? You had a fever for many days last time." Seeing that you didn't say anything, he cleared his throat again and turned to Emma.
"My dear, I'm your Uncle Herbert, your father's good friend."
Emma heard someone talk about her father, and he made two inarticulate grunts through his mouth.
The waiter brings up the freshly prepared meal. There's no need for you to fight with the food; just lower your head and eat in silence.
Schleicher's gaze shifted to where your left arm was, wrapped tightly around it like a rope, lingering for a long moment.
"I'm sorry about the tattoo."
Mm, the baked eggs with sauce are delicious.
"I still hope you can forgive me."
You took a sip of the orange-flavored baijiu. It was quite good, and the glass with the woodpecker pattern was also very nice.
"If you need me to do anything, I..."
Hearing this, you narrowed your eyes and paused the movement of the knife and fork in your hand.
"My necklace is missing"
"What?"
You looked up and met his blue eyes, but unexpectedly, the confused blue eyes did not have the bloodthirsty red, but instead were like the velvet color between the large clouds at dawn in early summer - a contemplative color unique to the sky.
"My necklace, the rose necklace, the rose necklace I wore around my neck is gone."
Schleicher then remembered the rose-carved red diamond gold chain, which must have been stolen by some unscrupulous person during the chaos.
"Okay! Give me three days, and I'll definitely find it. By then, I hope all our previous unpleasantness will be gone!"
You didn't give him a good look, picked up the spinach soup, blew on it to cool it down, put a mouthful of soup into Emma's mouth, and wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
"Let's wait until we find it."
Schleicher didn’t return to his own seat, but continued to sit across from you and began to flip through the book.
…
You lay on the bed, patting Emma's back slowly and gently. After hearing the sound of water outside stop, you tucked the quilt for Emma and got out of bed.
Feinz had just come back from taking a shower and was sitting on a large sheepskin sofa wearing only a bathrobe. His hair was still wet and he had a towel in his hand, but he hadn't had time to dry it.
"Yina? Did I wake you up?" He was a little surprised to see you come out.
You originally wanted to talk to him about Matilda. In recent days, Schleicher has been using his identity to break through the restrictions of the rationing system, but this is not a long-term solution after all.
You clearly had a lot of things to say in your mind, but when you saw him, the words got stuck in your throat.
You looked at the ends of his golden hair where drops of water were hanging precariously. The ends of his hair could not bear the weight, and the drops of water fell down and flowed down along the strong and smooth texture.
You took the towel from his hand, put it on his head, and wiped his hair carefully. He was very quiet, and when he was not angry, he was like a well-behaved large golden retriever.
The soft towel absorbed most of the moisture. You reached out and tidied up the still damp hair on his forehead, slowly smoothing it back before putting the towel aside.
"Have you forgiven my brother?"
Feinz pulled you close, wrapped his arms around your waist, and buried himself in your arms. When he didn't hear a reply, he leaned into you again, his voice returning to its humble state, mixed with a hint of roguery.
"It's been more than two months. I know I was wrong."
They knew they were wrong, but the thing had already been done. No matter what they said now, it would be of no use.
You placed your hand on him, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers, "Brother, Miss Lu Kang's family has run out of ration coupons, and she wants you to give her some more."
Feinz raised his head from your arms and looked at you with a puzzled look. After a while, the confusion in his blue pupils finally cleared up and he frowned slightly and said, "The people in the logistics department did a terrible job."
He agreed.
After you finished talking, you wanted to go back to the bedroom, but he grabbed your arm and pushed you onto the sofa, then he lay down on it and stuck close to you.
What is he going to do now?
Feynz gently brushed away the loose hair on your cheek, leaned down and kissed your eyes reflected in the light of the fire. Such a gentle gesture made people blush more than inseparable intimacy.
"My darling Ina, Emma is sleeping, let's change places."
well?
…
In the darkness, there were faint sobbing sounds and unsteady soothing words. Those sounds either tickled people's hearts or were hard to rub, all following the rhythm of the gentle swaying waves, gently lapping against the side of the boat.
Perhaps it is these sounds that manipulate the violent wind, the sudden downpour, and the deep, boundless night. The light itself flickers, and so does the person beside it.
"You...you are shameless..."
"Um."
Feints contentedly hugged you sideways, your golden hair tickling his skin. He stretched out his hot fingers from under the thin blanket and slowly moved them to the back of your head, massaging the back of your head with moderate force through your long hair.
The light blue ice shell that you had worked so hard to build up for him in your eyes had long since disappeared, stranded in the spreading tide, and the corners of your eyes and ears were all a faint red, which was very suggestive.
"Brother, you're going too far!"
"Are you comfortable?" He seemed to be taking credit from you.
"Get out now..."
"In no mood."
asshole!
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