Being a Lady in the 19Th Century

I woke up on the streets of London in the 19th century, England, carrying a valuable pocket watch that I had just stolen. At home was my young brother who was waiting for food and my bastard alcoholic father. I am face-blind, and I could barely sort out my name from my father's trash talk that should be coded when he opens or shuts his mouth. My name is Moss Jacquessen, and my brother is Diobrando. As for why he didn't change his surname to Brando after his alcoholic father, it's because the family still needs his mother's pension. At least one person in our family must have the surname Jacquessen in order to continue to receive this money from the government. Every month I will secretly withhold part of it as a dowry for marrying into a wealthy family in the future. I have no blood relationship with the father and son, but in the face of the chaotic world, I don't know where to go. The damn younger brother eats and sleeps every day, and slowly grows up without knowing anything. The first English words he learned are bitch and whore. Too despicable, Brando's blood. I almost slapped his mouth to bits. I told Dior: "Don't learn those crude slangs. Don't stay in the garbage incineration dump for too long and turn yourself into garbage. We have to get out. We are different from them." My brother's dog-like watery golden eyes stared at me with tears in his eyes. Of course he wanted to resist. I knew very well how chaotic and evil this young brother with the face of an angel was inside, but I had the power to distribute food, and he had to give in to me before he was able to raise himself. "Of course, my dear sister, I will listen to your teachings carefully." When I was 16 years old, the servants of the Jacquesson family finally found me and wanted to take me back. I sneaked out without telling the old drunkard, but this little trick was not hidden from Dior. He held my wrist tightly, his eyes full of pleading: "Don't leave, sister, please, I only have you to rely on. If you leave, I don't know how to survive." Oh, don't be a little liar. You just used the same trick this morning to trick the aunt next door into giving you two pieces of bread. I opened his fingers bit by bit and kicked the poor guy out of the carriage, leaving him no words of farewell. At least in this junkyard, he is one of the better selling ones. The carriage was speeding, and I opened the curtain and waved to him. Goodbye! My brother who will soon make a living by selling his ass! Your life and mine will never be the same. I will pray for you on the bed studded with gems (wipe away tears) —— Four years later, I returned to the slums and found that the folk customs here were still simple. The long hair I once cut off was to confuse the eyes of those who coveted me in the dark, but my increasingly plump and graceful figure made these bastards bold enough to stretch out their claws on me. Dio easily dealt with the group of thugs, his fists stained with blood. Before he wanted to hug me with a smile begging for reward, he was separated by a finely crafted fan. I turned away my eyes in disgust: "Don't let the blood of the untouchables stain the corners of my clothes. It's stained with their smell. It's simply disgusting." "Oh, sorry, Moss, but look, we are all untouchables from the slums, how can you be so outsider?" Dio smiled back, his eyes full of malice. At the age of 20, I was about to marry into the aristocracy. I had only one purpose in returning to the slums, which was to sever ties with the father and son. However, it seems that my brother has no intention of doing what I want. ——I've finished watching the first and second parts. Let's take a look at the introduction first. ——The story of a slum villain trying to climb into the aristocratic class, but by the way she was raped by a raised golden retriever dog ——Moss and Dior are 6 years apart and not related by blood. ——I like the heartthrob sandwich literature, there are many single arrows, and there are many private magic modifications in Shura Field. ——Moss=moss (moss) The first cp is scheduled to be at Dior. I'll write down the outline while reading it. Let's talk about it later. It may also be a unit article. The cover has nothing to do with the main text. I'll use it first. I like it very much! Open if you deposit RMB 100,000 Intention: Diligence can make up for clumsiness, the stupid bird will fly first