The servant brewed the tea, and Elizabeth was fond of Tea. The clear tea fragrance wafted away, and she took a sip before asking, "Did you talk to Rochester about what I told you last time?"
Jane paused for a moment and said, "Not yet."
She did contact Rochester, who was still in Manhattan at the time. Jane said on the phone that she wanted to talk to him, but he was busy and didn't have the patience to listen. He just threw it at her and said, "If there's anything, I'll talk to you when I get back."
Afterwards, Jane called several times but couldn't get through, so she stopped calling.
"What I told you, you don't take it to heart at all." Elizabeth frowned heavily." I've been asking you to talk to him for so long, and I don't know what you're talking about."
"Take advantage of Rochester 's return now, you can go and complete the procedures as soon as possible."
"Life is like this, making outsiders laugh at it. If you don't feel embarrassed, I still feel embarrassed."
The most troubling thing for Elizabeth in recent years was the marriage between Rochester and Jane. If she had known, she wouldn't have let go and let them get married.
"Divorce is a relief for both of you, and I am doing it for your own good."
The teacup was a bit hot, and Jane curled up her fingers that had been scalded, looking down at the floating leaves in the tea soup.
If she didn't love Rochester, it would indeed be a relief.
"I will discuss with him."
"Sir and Second Young Master have returned, "said the servant.
Jane turned around.
Rochester returned with Beck.
He was usually quite casual in private, casually holding his suit jacket in his hand and walking in with Beck while talking, with a casual smile on his lips. However, the slight smile faded away calmly upon catching a glimpse of her.
Emily hadn't seen her son for a long time. She stood up with a smile on her face and greeted him, "Why did you suddenly decide to come back this time without consulting with me?" Rochester said, "Don't you like this surprise?"
"What surprise do I want? It's good if I don't get angry with you. Just leave and come back."
Elizabeth sneered, but she was actually happier than anyone else after not seeing her son for a long time: "Why have you lost weight again? Did you not eat well over there?" Rochester lazily stood there and let her examine him, smiling quite awkwardly: "Every time we meet, you say I have lost weight. Why don't you plant me in the bamboo forest in the backyard?" Elizabeth slapped him and said, "You don't have a serious time with your mouth."
Rochester had been sharp tongued since childhood, with a bright tongue when coaxing people and a good eloquence when arguing.
After growing up, Rochester became more stable and essentially the same jerk. From childhood to adulthood, Jane couldn't beat him.
During the meal, Jane sat next to Rochester.
Beck had held high positions for many years and exudes a sense of authority. Jane had been afraid of him since childhood.
At the dinner table, Beck, as usual, cared about her for a few words and asked how her work was going. Jane had both questions and answers, as if being asked by the instructor.
Until Beck turned to Rochester, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Afterwards, the father and son continued to talk about work. Rochester's achievements on Wall Street in recent years were evident, and Beck nodded occasionally, expressing his pride in his son.
Jane had something on her mind and couldn't eat, but she was afraid that Beck would ask her again, so she pretended to be eating.
Perhaps she pretended too carefully, but Beck still noticed: 'Is the food not to your taste?'"
Jane was about to say no when Rochester glanced at her leisurely and said, "She needs to eat cat food."
Beck:"?"
Jane was so embarrassed that he was about to explain, but Rochester seemed to find his parents' expressions not exciting enough. He leaned back in his chair and lazily said:
"I don't know what to eat for conditioning, but now she can even give birth to cats."
Jane:"…"
she really wanted to dig through the center of the earth and leave this world.
Elizabeth glared at Rochester and said, "Child, you're just talking nonsense."
Beck's serious face felt silent. He didn't understand the jokes of young people due to his age, so he tried to understand that giving birth to a cat was either a gynecological issue or a psychiatric issue. In any case, as a male elder, he couldn't ask too directly.
"Is Jane feeling unwell?"
Jane's face turned red with embarrassment, and she quickly said, "No, he's talking nonsense."
After dinner, the father and son stayed in the study for a while. Elizabeth went to deliver soup to them, but stayed for a while before coming out.
Jane was originally sitting in the living room waiting, but didn't sleep well last night. After another day of work, she was so tired that she fell asleep on the sofa.
The maid Z from the house came over and gently woke her up, saying, "
Jane ."
Jane rubbed her eyes and said, "Are you leaving?"
The second young master and the gentleman were discussing something, and it's estimated that they wouldn't leave for a while
Jane was taken care of by Aunt Z since childhood. Aunt Z treated her as if she were her own daughter, saying, "I've cleaned up your old room. Do you want to go upstairs and sleep for a while?"
Jane rarely comes here, except during festivals or when Elizabeth called, she wouldn't come voluntarily.
There were still some of her belongings in the upstairs room, all of which were old items from her childhood, and there weren't many that belong to her.
She asked Aunt Z for a cardboard box, and when she finished packing and carried the box downstairs, Rochester happened to come out of the study.
Rochester glanced over the cardboard box in her arms and asked, "What did you take?"
"I forgot to take away things from my childhood."
He pulled his lower lip, unable to explain what it meant, but it was not a smile.
When going downstairs, Jane said behind him, "Don't talk nonsense in front of your parents next time."
"I'm talking nonsense? "Rochester paused, lifted his hand and loosened his tie a bit, then looked back at her." You didn't say it yourself."
Jane said, "I was just joking. It's embarrassing for you to talk nonsense in front of your parents."
Rochester put his hand into his western pocket and looked at her with a smile but not a smile, with an unconditional attitude of cooperation:
"Okay. Then I'll make a list of what you say from now on, which one can tell others and which one cannot. You mark it clearly, and I'll strictly abide by it, so as not to accidentally leak your little secret and vent my anger on me again."
This time Jane understood, it was ironic.
"I didn't vent my anger on you."
Rochester didn't care about her explanation and turned around to walk downstairs.
Jane followed behind him, he was very tall, and his back was pulled long and straight in the dim yellow light of the staircase.
Despite walking lazily and leisurely, Jane couldn't keep up and was quickly left behind.
Leaving the yard, the black Bentley had already stopped at the door. Rochester stood by the car and lit a cigarette. The crimson flames were clearly dim between his fingers, and the night breeze showed a hint of elegance.
Seeing her come out, he pinched his cigarette and said, "Are those legs for someone else? They walk so slowly."
Jane wanted to say, 'Can't you see that I'm holding the box?' but she was too lazy to argue with him.
She didn't know where it started, but they had lost the desire to communicate with each other.
These words appeared countless times in her mind, dispelling everything she wanted to say.
Rochester opened the car door, threw his coat into the car, and placed his bony hand on the upper edge of the door, his voice tinged with coolness:
"Is there anything else you haven't brought? Why don't you take it all at once today?"
"It's over. "Jane was infuriated by him." The rest belongs to your Z family. You can keep it for yourself."
She bent down and sat in the car, hearing Rochester coldly chuckle, closed the car door, and got in from the other side.
The gentleman of Rochester was engraved in his bones, but that was upbringing. His sharp tongue and callousness were innate.
Jane used to only think that he was promiscuous and fickle, but only after marriage did she realize how ruthless he could be.