Swallowing his dry saliva, Ankedo quietly moved to a place where he could burn the letter. He always immediately burned and disposed of his clients’ letters.
Whoosh!
The letter went up in flames.
Ankedo, quite excited, called for a priest who knew his identity. The priest, with frizzy hair, looked at Ankedo with a tense face.
“What’s the matter?”
“There’s something you need to do. Look into the heiress of Armanika who came and left yesterday. Find out if she’s dangerous or not.”
The priest, hearing about Orentia, looked perplexed.
“Why her…….”
“That’s none of your concern. I’ve just become a bit interested.”
In fact, Orentia had practically provoked him first.
Ankedo was extremely suspicious. That’s how he had been able to hide his true self and act perfectly until now.
He didn’t shy away from sacrifices for the sake of his act. A month ago, he had staged a fire in a house to save a child. He had set the fire far from the room with the child and safely rescued them.
Continuing acts of good deeds was incredibly tedious, but it certainly raised Ankedo’s fame. More people sought him out, he gained subtle power, and it made it easier to cover up his smuggling business.
No one suspected Ankedo to be an embezzler.
Ankedo leaned back deeply in his chair, recalling Orentia with her clear, pure skin, sparkling platinum hair, and golden eyes.
She boasted a much more dignified and beautiful presence than his ex-lover, Moring.
Ankedo found himself inadvertently licking his lips.
“She quite piques my interest.”
The more he thought about Orentia, the more Ankedo’s dirty desires boiled over. He flicked his tongue out, licking his lips, anticipating how sweet Orentia’s taste and scent would be.
At the banquet of Count Odor’s mansion, Dimidius sat leisurely, observing Jack Odor.
Like the previous evening, his face was rigid.
When researching Count Odor, he was said to be quite sociable and cheerful. Why was he so tense?
It seemed overly polite to be just for the sake of negotiations.
However, he didn’t seem too shaken, which meant he was somewhat accustomed to being with Dimidius. Of course, this was possible because Dimidius had been suppressing his energy.
“……Do you like the food?”
At the Count’s question, Dimidius nodded.
“The quality of the lamb seems good.”
Brightening slightly at his compliment, Count Odor had negotiated with many people before, but Dimidius was his first big fish. Hence the stiffness and tension.
Unaware of this, Dimidius returned to the main topic.
“Let’s forget the disagreements from yesterday, shall we? It’s better to start afresh.”
There was an undertone of pressure in his words.
Count Odor swallowed dryly and asked him.
“Your Highness still wishes to have exclusive rights to the fantasy herb?”
“Yes. I am willing to match the price.”
Dimidius was ready to match the price to a reasonable extent. However, Count Odor still seemed deeply troubled.
“But from our side, we are somewhat hesitant to sign an exclusive contract right away.”
Casually brushing his hair, Dimidius thought about the fantasy herb. The wondrous flower that resembled a white sunflower, shining bright with divine power. Staring at the flower, which seemed to negate the existence of demons, gave a strange feeling.
“I understand. The value of the fantasy herb could rise in the future. There might be other unknown benefits yet to be discovered.”
“Yes, exactly!”
“But you must be aware that, over time, the value of its efficacy could decrease.”
Dimidius’s voice grew colder towards the end, his tone becoming solemn as if to emphasize this point. It felt like a cold wind was blowing around him.
Count Odor felt the chill and tightly grasped his shoulder with one hand. Such was the presence of Dimidius. His strong physique was masked, making his expression unreadable, and being half-human, half-horse, he emitted an overwhelming aura.
Silence fell between the two for a moment.
Dimidius closely observed the Count’s trembling lips. He had been wondering why he kept looking at Jack Odor’s face; it seemed he somewhat resembled Orentia Armanika.
Especially his abundant soft hair and gentle eyes.
‘Lady Armanika must resemble her mother.’
Lost in thoughts unrelated to the negotiation, Count Odor spoke to Dimidius.
“……How about we promise exclusive sales for the current stock? Your Grace?”
Dimidius, coming back to his senses, cleared his throat slightly.
“Ahem! So, you’re suggesting a short-term contract.”
“Yes. Since we don’t know whether its value will decrease or increase, that seems like a good approach.”
Dimidius thought that the value of the fantasy herb was unlikely to decrease anytime soon. Its effects were as remarkable as those of sacred tools from ancient times.
However, the duration of the fantasy herb’s divine power was unknown. It had been less than a month since its efficacy was discovered. If its divine power faded too quickly, it would be nothing more than a consumable item.
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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