So he immediately had Portrait of a Lady make him a four-wheeled carriage out of aluminum alloy. Of course, only the body was made of aluminum alloy; the axles were still alloy steel, and the glass was the tempered glass he had brought with him. As for the wheels, there was no way to solve that here—they would have to be installed in London.

After heat treatment, the surface of this unpainted aluminum alloy carriage gleamed with a silvery shine, looking absolutely high-end and classy. Just imagine this carriage rolling down the streets of London—it would truly dazzle countless onlookers.

He loaded this ultra-luxurious carriage, the hundreds of pieces of aluminum alloy jewelry that Portrait of a Lady had urgently crafted, and nearly a ton of daily chemical products all onto his Black Arrow yacht. Then, the shuttle that had been submerged at the bottom of the sea surfaced, the Black Arrow quickly started up and left the deck, and the shuttle submerged again. Only then did Franklin Young set off for London once more.

At the mouth of the Thames, propelled by two paddle wheels, the Black Arrow sliced nimbly through the murky water like a graceful seabird heading for the distant dock. Beside it, a slow-moving passenger ship was gliding along, and on its deck, a tall, blonde beauty was leaning over the railing, curiously watching below.

Boss Young shamelessly blew her a kiss. The young beauty blushed and quickly looked away.

After docking, he summoned customs officers for inspection, paid all the necessary taxes, and resolved all legal matters. Then he called for a transport carriage to take all the goods to Jinyuan Company. As for his luxury carriage, it was naturally handed over to the manufacturer of his current carriage—they needed to install the wheels first, then take care of the interior decoration. By the time all this was done, it had started to rain. Just as Boss Young was about to board the private carriage sent to pick him up, he saw that same young beauty dragging a large suitcase down the gangway, staring blankly at the chaotic, rain-soaked dock.

“Hey, beautiful, need a ride?” Franklin Young squeezed past another competitor with the same intention, and, under the other man’s resentful gaze, struck what he thought was a suave pose in front of the young beauty and spoke.

It was only then that he noticed how tall this young lady was—almost as tall as he was. She wore a pale yellow long dress, her slender waist practically begging to be touched. Judging by her looks, she was probably Scandinavian: classic blonde hair and blue eyes. In Xiao Xi’s eyes, she would be considered the highest class of people.

Then something happened that nearly made Franklin Young’s jaw drop—the young beauty opened her mouth and spoke Chinese, and not just any Chinese, but the soft, lilting dialect of Wu.

“Sir, are you from the Qing Empire?” she asked curiously.

Franklin Young was stunned by her question.

“My father is a missionary. I lived in Suzhou for seven years,” the young beauty said, a little proudly.

“Ah?! What a surprise! I never expected to hear such a familiar hometown accent from a blonde beauty in this faraway foreign land.” Franklin Young quickly bent down, extended his hand, and kissed the young lady’s hand.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Franklin Young, translator at the Chinese Embassy in Britain. May I ask your name?” Reluctantly, he let go of her soft hand as he spoke.

“You can call me Caroline, but I also have a Chinese name: Lucas Lynn,” the young beauty replied.

What happened next was only natural. The Swedish Cambridge student Lucas Lynn got into Boss Young’s carriage, and together they rode through the ancient streets of the Victorian era in the gentle spring rain, watching the umbrellas bloom like flowers outside—a scene full of poetic charm.

This young lady had just turned eighteen this year, an age that made Franklin Young’s heart itch. She had gone to China with her missionary father at age seven, and only returned to Gothenburg at fourteen when her brother came to fetch her. Last year, she was admitted to Cambridge, where she studied painting.

Her brother was now a member of the Swedish parliament. The real purpose of sending her to Cambridge was just to give her some polish before marrying her off to a wealthy family. This trip home was supposed to be for matchmaking, but she disliked the candidate, so she quickly ran back.

“Love is sacred and must never be tainted by such worldly things,” Franklin Young said solemnly—though, of course, if he weren’t already planning to make a move, he probably wouldn’t have said that.

Caroline, or Lucas Lynn, was clearly a lively girl, and since she also had a good impression of Franklin Young, the two of them chatted nonstop along the way. Franklin Young, with his many wives, was a master at charming young ladies like her, and by the time they reached Cambridge, they were already talking about everything under the sun.

Originally, Franklin Young wanted to tour Cambridge with her, but seeing that it was getting dark and the rain was getting heavier, he had to give up. Before parting, he gave her the addresses of Jinyuan Company, his manor, and the Chinese Embassy. Then Franklin Young carried out his jewelry box—hundreds of pieces of aluminum alloy jewelry were packed inside. He still needed to find a craftsman to repackage them before selling.

“What’s this?” Lucas Lynn’s eyes widened as she saw the whole box of dazzling, exquisite jewelry in front of her. She covered her mouth with her small hand, her face full of surprise, looking especially adorable.