After using five pounds as a tip to send Jack to find a black market merchant for him, Li Qingyuan leisurely lay down on the bench where Jack had been sitting and gazed at the starry sky.
Jack's expression just now clearly indicated that he regarded him as an easy target. Five pounds was enough for him to live carefree in London for more than a month. Now, he could get so much money just for helping to contact a merchant. Clearly, in Jack's mind, Li Qingyuan was now synonymous with being foolish and rich.
However, if that unlucky kid knew that he had lost the greatest opportunity of his life for a mere five pounds, he would surely regret it to the point of his intestines turning green!
As for saying that he lost love but gained life?
Don't be ridiculous! Without Rose, that naive girl, as a stepping stone, Jack would have remained a poor nobody mixing in third class until his death, and he would have been buried at sea with the ship when the cruise ship sank.
After all, there are no human rights in third class!
After about ten minutes, as he was counting the stars, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps.
Okay, the female lead is here!
Li Qingyuan followed behind, watching the woman in a red, low-cut evening gown rush to the very back of the deck, her hands gripping the railing, her whole body trembling.
Of course, she was trembling. The girl was only wearing an evening gown, and it was probably completely bare underneath. The temperature in the North Atlantic right now was below ten degrees Celsius. It was a bargain that she hadn't frozen to death!
Rose had been attending the evening banquet with others in the first-class ballroom, but she couldn't bear it after only half the event.
Every day was a boring gathering and banquet, every day she had to wear a mask of a good girl and greet people with a smile. This oppressive life was about to drive her crazy.
Rose DeWitt Bukater, the sole legal heir of the Bukater family. Her father was an earl personally conferred by Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain and had also served as the Deputy Speaker of the House of Commons.
When old Bukater was still alive, their family could be considered a prominent one, but when old Bukater passed away from tuberculosis, the Bukater family instantly declined.
There was no way around it. Neither Rose nor her mother knew anything about the world. Both of them were the kind who only knew how to spend money and not how to make money, especially since they spent money at an extraordinary rate.
So, the inheritance left by old Bukater was quickly spent. Feeling that she was about to become poor, Ruth DeWitt Bukater, that is, Miss Rose's mother, immediately thought of a good method.
Although the Bukater family had become a shadow of its former self due to the death of old Bukater, in the eyes of some people, the Bukater family was still a quality asset.
Even a hundred or two hundred years later, those nouveau riche would still tirelessly find themselves a famous ancestor, let alone now.
The Bukater family was an earl certified by the Queen, and Miss Rose Bukater was even more beautiful than a flower, and she was also the first heir to the title.
For those emerging wealthy people, although they had money, it did not prevent them from wanting to add a noble title to their family.
So, after careful selection, Mrs. Ruth Bukater finally found a perfect next home for her daughter.
Cal Hockley, a steel tycoon from the United States, owned more than a dozen steel factories in the United States, a handsome and dashing millionaire.
In this day and age, millionaires were truly top-notch rich people, completely different from the million-debtors of later generations.
Cal Hockley completely met all the standards of a diamond bachelor, young, rich, and suave, definitely the type of man women couldn't keep their legs closed for.
In everyone's opinion, Rose and Cal could be considered a match made in heaven, a perfect combination of wealth and beauty.
But in Rose's personal feeling, she seemed to be a puppet, controlled by her mother to choose her own life.
Especially since Cal, as the president of the Hockley Group, naturally carried some of the shadows of a domineering president in his behavior. This style might make young girls a hundred years later crazy about him, but for Miss Rose, she felt that the other party did not respect her at all.
In Rose's impression, Cal was a megalomaniac, and the reason he was willing to marry her was only for her noble title.
So, when the two of them had a dispute over some trivial matters, Rose directly excused herself to go to the restroom and ran out of the first-class cabin.
In fact, she herself didn't know why she ran out, but people always have moments of sudden dizziness.
She held the railing at the stern of the ship, wondering where she should go?
After staring from behind for more than ten minutes, Li Qingyuan was finally sure that this young lady had no intention of jumping into the sea at all.
That's right, as a top white, rich, and beautiful woman in London, even if Rose had all kinds of dissatisfaction with her current life, she would never think of committing suicide over such a small matter.
The main reason why she almost fell into the sea in the plot was because there was a chattering male lead instigating her beside her.
In fact, people who jump into the sea and jump off buildings are the same. If she was alone, then she would take the initiative to leave in at most ten minutes. After all, not everyone has the courage to die.
And if there are onlookers nearby, and by the way, this onlooker is talking nonsense endlessly, then it will give the person preparing to jump off the building a strange illusion, as if encouraging her to jump down.
Because Jack, that troublemaker, had been sent by him to the cabin to find a merchant, so now there was no one to pull Rose and talk nonsense, and after being blown by the cold wind for ten minutes, the head of this young lady, which was surging with heat, slowly cooled down.
"Sea, what are you saying?"
"Eternal question."
"Sky, what is your reply?"
"Eternal silence."
Just as Rose was struggling with whether it would be a bit embarrassing to go back in such a gray-faced manner, she only heard a burst of poetry recitation coming from behind her.
As a serious patient with literary youth syndrome, Rose had the least resistance to so-called artists, as could be seen from the fact that she was deceived by that clumsy wandering painter in just a few days and couldn't find her way north.
Of course, although Miss Rose had all kinds of naive and sweet talents, at least she had one thing, she was very good at art appreciation.
So, after hearing this poem, Rose instantly forgot the purpose of running out, and instead began to look around according to the source of the sound.
"Excuse me, did you write that poem just now?" Rose straightened her slightly messy dress and walked lightly behind Li Qingyuan, asking softly.
"May I ask who you are?" Hearing Rose's voice, Li Qingyuan made a victory sign in his heart and slowly turned around.