Helene Owen was one of the central nobles of the capital and a daughter of the Earl’s family. She never missed a banquet and had a good reputation. Although not particularly outstanding, the Owen family received many marriage proposals, mainly due to Earl Owen, who held a seat in the Kingdom of Leroen’s council. Most importantly, being part of a family favored by the king, many sought to maintain a good distance from Earl Owen to stay in the queen’s good graces.

Whitney stood in front of Earl Owen’s mansion, gazing at the entrance.

‘It seems they are indeed favored by the king.’

The mansion’s stature was befitting of an earl’s house. Whitney was curious why she, being under the guardianship of the Rubenar family, was invited. Even the trend-sensitive capital couldn’t ignore the king’s influence.

Soon a servant came out and guided Whitney inside. Sonya followed silently behind her without adding any comments. Fitting the mansion’s size, the banquet was grand.

Ladies who had arrived earlier were engaged in conversation over tea. When Whitney entered, they discreetly glanced at her, busily inspecting her dress.

‘Didn’t they invite Melisa?’

Since the separate invitation to this party, it was apparent that relations between her stepmother and herself were strained. Helene greeted her warmly.

“Welcome, Lady Orléans. I’ve been waiting for you. I’m so happy you could come. Would you like to join us? There are many I’d like to introduce you to.”

Whitney nodded lightly at Helene’s words.

Following her, Whitney found herself among a group of people who greeted her and came over.

“Lady Orléans of the Orléans Ducal House, I’ve always been curious about you. This is a great opportunity to talk.”

“Right. You rarely attend banquets, and it’s always Lady Melisa who represents the Orléans family.”

Whitney smiled at their comments.

“I’ve always been lacking in confidence to appear in public.”

“Well, even Lady Melisa sometimes behaves in an un-duchess-like manner. According to a manners teacher at the Orléans mansion, only Lady Melisa attended the lessons…”

The ladies started gossiping about Melisa, fanning themselves as if they’d been waiting for the chance.

“Everyone has such moments, don’t they? The unconscious mind is indeed scary. Maybe my mother taught my sister first since the debutante ball is still ahead.”

Helene didn’t join the gossip, cutting off the conversation’s flow. The ladies, glancing at Helene, wore a displeased expression.

Lady Lindel, who had just spoken, was a duke’s daughter. Thus, it wasn’t fitting to speak ill of Melisa’s honor in her presence.

“Yes, I have my aunt as well. I met a wonderful person in the Rubenar family, so I am grateful. My mother always tells me to learn from my sister.”

“Indeed, no one dislikes Lady Melisa. Who could hate those lovely amethyst eyes and rose-colored hair?”

Their eyes sparkled with malice. It seemed there was some issue between them and Melisa. However, Whitney pretended not to know and nodded.

“Her charming eyes do invoke such thoughts.”

“You are truly kind-hearted. Lady Melisa always emphasized your shortcomings, but perhaps she was stricter because you’re family.”

“That must be it. Let’s change the topic, shall we? This conversation isn’t interesting.”

Failing to get the response they wanted, they soon shifted the conversation. Whitney sparingly contributed, listening intently to their discussions.

‘Odd. I don’t feel hostility, nor does it seem like surveillance.’

She felt strangely welcomed into their circle.
“Take it easy. This place is just for sharing stories. We each take what we want from it, and that’s all.”

“Right. By the way, have you heard that the Second Prince is choosing a fiancée?”

Whitney’s eyes shook violently at another lady’s words. Choosing a fiancée? Whitney and Cheston had discussed getting engaged.

They had exchanged signed contracts. But now, choosing a fiancée?

Whitney’s heart pounded fiercely.

I would like to meet and discuss it. If you have changed your mind, please tell me.

I will wait for you at the information broker’s.]

Cheston smirked as he tapped Whitney’s letter with his finger. Evidently, she had misunderstood the situation, leading her to send this letter asking to meet immediately.

“She wants to meet right away.”

Cheston leaned back, looking at the letter with amusement. Aaron seemed to have expected this and Cheston looked puzzled.

“Now the situation has reversed? She doesn’t trust me and wants to meet?”

“Anyone would want to meet immediately if they heard a rumor about their fiancé looking for another partner.”

“I don’t understand why my father would spread such a rumor.”

He had promised to bring his own choice and had received permission. To think that his father’s mind changed overnight seemed unlikely.

‘Was there someone else’s intervention?’

Aaron nodded, seemingly understanding Cheston’s suspicion.

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

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