The fool, caught off guard by Johan’s sudden blow, crumpled to the ground.
“Th- that jerk. What I said was— Agh!”
It’s said that if your head is dumb, your body suffers. Johan, still unable to grasp the situation, kicked the brash face sprawling on the ground. Blood splattered in all directions.
“Go on, continue.”
Threateningly low, Johan tugged at his tie. His right foot, pressing firmly on his cousin’s chest, carried all his weight.
You should at least have some sense if your head is empty. Johan looked down indifferently at his cousin writhing under his foot and sneered.
“Still fighting at your age? Come on, calm down.”
Another cousin, seemingly more sensible, attempted to defuse the situation.
Johan let him go. The cousin, trying to retaliate, froze under Johan’s cold gaze. Johan adjusted his tie as if nothing had happened.
“Let’s have a drink, Johan.”
“Another time.”
Johan nodded slightly and turned away.
“That bastard, always picking a fight with me.”
Johan paused his steps, turned his head over his shoulder, and gave a glance.
“Baikal Steel.”
The cousin’s face, flushed with anger, instantly turned pale.
“Consider how you should behave if you want to keep your position as CEO.”
With those brief words of advice, Johan left the party.
“Why is he like that today?”
While many questions remained unanswered, the complaints from behind were deliberately ignored.
Clueless people.
The crown prince is trying to sell me to Princess Krantz, and my grandmothers, on the brink of the 20th century, are still trying to marry me off to a woman who dances nothing but the quadrille. As if that’s not enough, my ex-wife too.
Boarding the carriage, Johan leaned back deeply in his seat, resting his elbow on the window sill.
Looking blankly out the window at the passing scarlet lights, Johan’s gaze drifted to the newspaper thrown on the seat.
Olivia.
On the front page of a renowned tabloid was a prominently featured photo of his wife, Olivia, and Edgar, sharing a kiss.
The image, distorted in the red light of the street lamps, appeared scandalously sensational.
A logical suspicion grew wildly.
Since when?
The veins on Johan’s hand stood out prominently as he gripped the paper.
After driving through the dazzling city lights and passing the bridge, the black carriage climbed the winding road up the hill.
Soon, the brightly lit Great Hill mansion became visible through the darkness.
Only after passing the dark rows of trees did the carriage slowly turn into the mansion’s driveway. The butler and servants, waiting for their master’s late return, stood in line at the entrance.
“You’ve arrived, sir.”
As Johan stepped out of the carriage, the butler greeted him and then informed him of an unwelcome visitor.
“Count Blanchett is here.”
Slowly ascending the front steps, Johan’s gaze drifted momentarily into space before looking back over his shoulder at the butler.
“Not tea, whiskey.”
With a weary voice, Johan briefly instructed.
Climbing the stairs, Johan let out a soft laugh, recalling the photo of Olivia he had seen in the carriage.
Shamelessly brazen.
His mood soured.
Olivia’s grandfather’s visit couldn’t have come at a worse time. It seemed that lack of tact and decency was a hereditary trait in that family.
Olivia calmly tilted the teapot over an empty cup. The golden sunlight slanted gently into the quiet room. Breaking the silence, it was Olivia who spoke.
“Why didn’t you say anything? About the necklace?”
Olivia, gazing at the necklace case on the table, turned her head and asked, “You didn’t think it was important?”
“It’s an outdated custom. My job is to break such norms,” came the reply.
Olivia, facing Madame Loren’s confident gaze, lost her words and sighed softly.
“I am both an artist and a businesswoman.”
“You used me,” Olivia pinpointed.
Annye Zulber. This jewel was now known across continents, beyond Brit.
Even last year’s photos of Princess Annblyn and Olivia, each wearing the necklace, were compared. The boutique of Eve Loren received a flood of inquiries for the necklace and dress orders.
Madame Loren composed her expression and said, “I didn’t expect such photos to be taken. The hotel tries to keep journalists out, but those hyenas… You should know better, Miss Blanchett.”
She subtly reminded Olivia of the scandal she had orchestrated to marry Johan. Olivia was dumbstruck.
“If I hadn’t been in such an ambiguous position, there wouldn’t have been a scandal.”
“This necklace proved my point.”
“That is regrettable,” responded Madame Loren, holding her teacup. A large emerald on her finger shone with an aristocratic light.
“It was an accidental happening. It will soon be forgotten. People have short memories.”
Olivia’s worry wasn’t about strangers. It was Johan Leopold, her ex-husband.
She wanted to be forgotten by him, but felt she hadn’t been.
Madame Loren took the necklace and left, leaving silence in the room. Olivia noticed a newspaper with a photo and felt her cheeks redden.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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