After exchanging farewells, Madam Loren walked past Olivia. The confident click of her high heels echoed over the lively music from the lounge. Her red lips curled with greed.
Look out, you naive young lady. Beware of the predator that purrs like a cat.
Olivia Blanchett needed to be more skeptical of people.
In the game room of the Honors Club, Crown Prince Christian and his friends were deeply engrossed in a card game. As Johan entered, the card players’ gaze swiftly followed him.
The tabloids that provoked Johan lay scattered on every table. Reading the articles, one would conclude that no man could be as foolish as depicted.
Poor fellow.
Articles about the waterlogged steel company acquisition suggested that Johan’s wife was an industrial spy who leaked company secrets for her lover, Edgar Lancelot.
This way, his ex-wife, Olivia Blanchett, continually appeared in new forms on the pages, turning Johan into the world’s most pitiable fool.
“You here?”
Christian, with a cigarette in his mouth and examining his hand, looked up to greet Johan, then quickly turned back to his game.
Johan passed them indifferently and headed to the balcony.
Christian received his last card. His face lit up with excitement.
A flush of the same suit.
“My Johan, my lucky charm!”
As Christian gathered the chips, he exclaimed. The aristocratic youths chuckled. It wasn’t a usual comment for the man considered the unluckiest in Londos these days.
After ordering brandy and ice from Floor Person, Christian left the table to join Johan on the balcony.
“Join the next round?”
Slumping into a white iron chair, Christian was already quite drunk.
“Send a letter. Don’t just command me to come and go.”
Johan watched the brandy filling the glass with thinly furrowed eyes.
Christian, with his noble golden hair and self-assured air, was arrogantly confident. He chuckled.
“You remember I’m the crown prince, right?”
Exhaling a long drag from his cigarette, Christian laughed. Johan picked up the glass.
“Lately, you owe a lot to Olivia. Should I send her a thank you gift?”
Inebriated or perhaps in high spirits, Crown Prince Christian laughed continuously.
His extravagant lifestyle, often causing scandals, had made him a regular on the front page of newspapers. Recently, Olivia Blanchett had graciously taken over that spot.
“If it weren’t for the talk of marriage with Agent, I wouldn’t have had to hand over the throne to you. But why Edgar of all people? Was Olivia always into that kind?”
Olivia. Olivia.
Damn that name.
“So.”
Johan coldly spoke, placing his emptied glass on the table.
“What’s the matter?”
“Next Friday. I’ve informed the Grand Duchess that you’ll be attending. Be prepared.”
Beyond the smoke exhaled by Christian, the night view of the Londos capital twinkled like stars in the sky. An unnecessarily bright city.
‘Please divorce me.’
The sudden intrusion of his wife’s voice was no longer surprising.
A loveless marriage, done once, could be done twice. It was time to erase the existence of the woman who followed his name like a tag.
“What do I gain?”
Johan’s murmur was soft. As his probing gaze turned to Christian, the latter smirked and raised his glass.
A second deal had begun.
“Miss, it’s all set.”
Anne, who had been tying the ribbon of the hat neatly under her chin, spoke up.
“Thank you, Anne.”
Smiling, Olivia walked to the mirror to check her appearance. The wide-brimmed hat almost completely concealed her small face, making it difficult to recognize her.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“It was an honor to serve you.”
“Thank you for everything.”
The two left the Lancelot Hotel suite room they had been staying in, with farewell from Mrs. Marie.
Upon exiting the front door, reporters in black bowlers were seen smoking and chatting. They meticulously scanned the faces of those alighting or boarding the carriages.
A tense Olivia gripped the trunk handle, taking a deep breath.
The duo politely declined the carriage held by the doorman and briskly passed by the reporters.
After rounding the corner of the hotel, they were finally out of the reporters’ view. Olivia and Anne then faced each other and laughed silently.
Looking up, the sky was exceptionally clear.
Under the full spring atmosphere, early spring flowers had given way to lush green leaves.
Sunlight poured down through the leaves, dancing along the sidewalk with the wind. Their steps towards the carriage stop were trembling with anticipation and excitement.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
