Even if it was a nightmare, it would have been nice if last night’s events were just a dream.
There’s no way. The light coming through the white lace curtains was too vivid to be a dream.
Olivia tried to shake her head as she got up from her seat.
She meticulously tidied up the bedding as if erasing her traces, checking every inch of the mattress cover, and even the carpet around the bed without a single wrinkle.
“Reporters are lying in wait.”
Are there still reporters?
Silently approaching the window, Olivia drew the curtain aside and looked down.
Unfortunately, from Johan’s bedroom, a garden full of blooming roses lay below.
Olivia wanted to leave this place immediately. Even though Johan is Johan, she had to avoid an unfortunate encounter with his fiancée.
To do that, she needed something to wear to step outside. It was inconvenient to go out in her underwear.
However, from the very beginning, she felt like she was facing a difficulty.
Sure enough.
“Ah…”
Disheartened, Olivia sighed softly.
In the luxurious and spacious room, far beyond the suite she stayed at the Ranslot Hotel, she mistakenly opened two doors and found the dressing room. Unfortunately, there were no clothes suitable for a woman to wear.
All the neatly hung clothes were men’s clothing. Even if she wanted to go out in men’s clothes, all of Johan’s clothes were long and large.
What should she do?
Olivia’s eyebrows furrowed.
She couldn’t move recklessly. Even if she wanted to avoid Johan Leopold, she had to admit that she needed his help in the current situation.
At that moment, when she stood there biting her lip in the gloomy reality, someone knocked on the door of the room. Startled, Olivia closed the dressing room door hastily.
The knocking sound echoed once again.
In a short moment, countless situations flashed by.
Considering that it could be Princess Krantz, her heart unexpectedly pounded fast.
What should she say if it’s her?
Sorry, she wanted to come up with a more respectful and plausible apology, but her thoughts came to a halt.
Please, just turn around.
While pale Olivia fervently prayed internally, the room door was unceremoniously opened.
Her heart sank.
Blocking any potential scream, Olivia covered her mouth with her hand and cautiously approached, grabbing any clothes that came to hand.
Anything is better than this appearance.
Even as she awkwardly put on the clothes, her nervous attention was entirely focused on the door.
The sounds of opening and closing doors were heard in sequence. The bathroom door, the door leading to the inner room, and the footsteps were getting closer.
Please…
Olivia raised her heels, took cautious steps, and stood against the wall next to the door. At that moment, the door swung open wide.
Breath caught, Olivia tightly closed her eyes.
A long shadow cast into the dress room with a red carpet.
Then, with the open door, light and a refreshing skin scent, the same scent from that man last night, poured in. And the tip of black shoes came in suddenly.
“!”
Olivia, who stood behind the door, was startled.
“Was it you?”
In this moment, he, more than anyone else, was unexpectedly welcome.
Although there was no intention to surprise her, his gray eyes widened slightly as if surprised.
Johan looked down at Olivia in silence.
“Ah! I’m sorry. I wore it without permission.”
She was looking up at him with sparkling blue eyes wrapped in a beige wool coat that reached down to her ankles.
The feeling was strange.
Seeing her like this was a first.
The sight of an adult wearing ill-fitting clothes that do not match their body is not much different from that of a child. Is this supposed to be so provocative? An emotion that was not suitable to feel towards my wife, or more precisely, my divorced wife, surged from the bottom.
Crazy bastard.
Realizing the state she woke up in, Olivia brushed aside her disheveled hair and asked, “What’s the current situation outside?”
A handful of clear sunlight poured in through the small square window in the dressing room, revealing her white, translucent, and faintly blue veins on her adorable exposed ear.
The slow-moving gaze that swept away Olivia’s face came to a halt there.
“It’s about the reporters.”
If she were to ask if reporters are still around, the answer would be no more.
Reporters had already rushed to the Britt Palace.
Only a few reporters from the newspaper that Princess Annblin had acquired remained.
“More than yesterday.”
Johan, who paused for a moment, smoothly continued with the follow-up.
“It’s serious.”
Pathetic guy.
Even Johan himself couldn’t understand what he was thinking.
The only clear thing was that he didn’t want to let go of her, who no longer loved him.
It was a strange and at the same time shameless sensation that Johan had never experienced before.
“Come out and have a meal.”
The words uttered calmly sounded like an order.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
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But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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