Catherine and the Black Emperor

Chapter 139. Teacher, teach me!

He went in and found the other person lying face down on the floor with their feet dangling high off the bed.

Sergei shook his head.

He was sleeping so soundly with his head down and feet up; he must have really drunk too much last night.

"Splash him awake," Sergei said to his butler, Roman.

Roman was startled: "Ah? Sir, this—this isn't a good idea."

"Can't you run away?"

Sergei said something and went downstairs.

Agafia was still asleep in his bed, not yet awake.

Fearing that Georgie might lose control of his emotions, he didn't discuss humanities with Agafia last night.

But with that one fairy in the room, Sergei couldn't stay calm.

So this morning, when Sergei got up, he glanced at Agafia, who was still sleeping.

I looked at those full, sexy red lips.

"I'll make sure Georgie sleeps in his room at the mansion tonight," Sergei decided.

The butler, Roman, following Sergei's instructions, brought a basin of water, measured the distance from the bed to the door with his foot, splashed the water a few meters away from Georgie, and then ran away.

"puff!"

The icy water splashed onto Georgie's face.

"what!"

Georgie let out a scream and instantly regained consciousness.

He slid off the bed, hurriedly got up, looked at his soaking wet clothes, and couldn't help but shout.

"Who! Who is it!"

He stormed out of the room, rushed downstairs, and went to the dining room.

Sergei was having breakfast, and Roman stood respectfully beside him, picking up the kettle to pour water into his cup.

"What's wrong with you?"

Sergei looked at Georgy, who was soaked to the bone, and found his cousin strange.

"You didn't do it?" Georgie came up to him.

Sergei looked him up and down: "Are you sick?"

After saying that, she ignored him and continued eating her breakfast.

Georgie, seeing that he didn't seem to be acting, turned to look at Roman beside him.

"Director, would you like me to get you some clothes?" Roman asked with a smile.

"It shouldn't be you; you don't have the guts."

Roman muttered his analysis to himself, shook his head, and looked at Sergei with certainty.

"It must be you! Tell me, was it you?!"

Sergei gave him a serious look: "It wasn't Agafia, was it? You were so frivolous last night, did she hold a grudge? Do you want me to teach her a lesson tonight? I think I should teach her a lesson with all my might."

Upon hearing that his beloved woman was going to be punished, Georgie looked pained.

Sergei handed over a loaf of bread: "Would you like breakfast?"

"I won't eat! I won't eat! I'm going to wash up and change my clothes!" Georgie turned and left.

When they reached the outside of the restaurant, he turned back to look at Roman.

"Get me a decent set of clothes!"

"No problem, Director."

After Georgy finished breakfast, and Sergei and he were about to leave, Agafia lazily came down from the second floor, wearing pajamas, barefoot, with long, slender legs and fair, delicate feet.

Upon seeing Sergei, she raised her hand with a hazy look in her eyes.

"morning."

Georgy stared wide-eyed, his shoulder shrugs as he excitedly peered at Sergei.

"Hey, she's saying hello to me! She's saying hello to me!"

Sergei never expected that this guy was actually love-struck.

She shook her head, too lazy to pay him any attention, and went straight out.

Georgie hurriedly chased after him.

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

The two got into the carriage and left. Georgy still had a silly grin on his face, but when he saw Sergei's strange expression, he immediately glared at him.

eye.

Do you know what love is?

"I don't know, but I do know she slept in my room last night."

"You! Sergei, you've stolen someone else's love!"

"Really? Since you like it, you can have it."

Georgy was overjoyed: "Really? Sergei, you're not kidding me, are you? I'm serious! Although love isn't a thing, and women aren't either—they can't be given away casually—I'm sure I can take better care of someone than you can!"

Sergei was speechless.

You really aren't picky.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Georgie asked again, confirming.

"No, as long as you can handle her and her father."

Georgie waved his hand dismissively: "There will definitely be no problem."

Sergei smiled.

Just kidding, if you could handle it, would I even be saying it?

How can one allow others to sleep soundly beside one's bed?

"Someone as handsome and talented as me, as long as you, Sergei, don't interfere, she will definitely choose me! I'm confident of that. No other young Swedish nobleman can compare to me, Georgy!"

Georgiet looked confident.

"The problem isn't with her, it's with her father," Sergei said, with amusement in his eyes.

"Her father? That's even less of a problem!"

Georgie patted his chest.

"Sergei, do you know who is sitting in front of you? The Director of the Accounting Department of the Russian State Bank, a court minister! And also the international representative for these economic and trade cooperation negotiations with Sweden!"

"I could tell yesterday that her Russian was very fluent and authentic, so she must be Russian! Therefore, I'm even more certain about her father! Who is her father? Is he an official in the court or in the local government? If he is, even better, because that would make it easier for him to hear of my, Georgy's, illustrious name!"

Sergei nodded: "Her father is indeed an official, and he's heard of you."

Georgie's feelings at this moment could no longer be described as simply happy.

"Really?! That's wonderful! Quick, tell me! Who is her father? I finished discussing the matter with the King of Sweden today..."

"I immediately rushed back, and I took her with me!"

Sergei nodded: "Okay, remember to give my regards to her father."

"No problem! What's her father's name?"

"Besdudev."

"Besdudev, okay, no problem, I'll definitely do it for you—wait, who? Besdudev! Which Besdudev?!"

Sergei blinked, seemingly puzzled: "Is there another Bestuvev in St. Petersburg?"

Georgie stammered, “You—you mean Agafia’s father—yes—yes—Besdutev?”

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Sergei smiled and supported his trembling shoulders.

"Don't be nervous. He's the Prime Minister's son-in-law. Isn't this a great honor for the family? He's not Shuvalov's daughter. Why are you so afraid?"

"Sergei, you slept with Besdudev's daughter last night?"

"yes."

Georgy stared wide-eyed: "You still are? Yeah? Does Besdutev know? Aren't you afraid he'll skin you alive?"

"Ah! You actually dared to sleep with his daughter! You're finished! You're finished!"

In his view, Sergei had been demoted and exiled abroad by Queen Elizabeth, so Besdov would never look favorably upon him in any way.

Although he didn't know when Besdutev had such a daughter, probably an illegitimate one, he would never betroth her to Sergei.

Therefore, Sergei is definitely in for a major disaster.

However, little did Georgy know that Besdudev had no chance to marry his daughter to Sergei, because Agafia was Sergei's lover!

Once he calmed down, Georgy comforted Sergei.

"Don't worry, we're brothers who've been through thick and thin together. No matter how difficult it gets when we get back, I'll definitely persuade the Prime Minister to marry his daughter to you. After all, Agafia is an illegitimate child, and you're more than good enough for her!"

In his view, the only thing that could save Sergei from this predicament was his status as Agafia's illegitimate daughter.

Sergei was pleased with his good brother's loyalty, so he told him the truth: "I have no intention of marrying her."

"What? You don't plan to marry Agafia? Why is that?" Georgie asked, utterly bewildered.

"Because she's my lover now, I feel it's better this way, what do you think?"

Sergei's words left Georgi completely dumbfounded.

When the carriage arrived at the palace, as soon as the two got out, Georgy knelt down directly before Sergei.

"What are you doing?"

"Teacher! From today onwards, you are my teacher. Teach me! You must teach me!"

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