Roselia’s green eyes cooled as she deftly dodged the flying liquor bottle.
The bottle, flung towards the wall behind her, shattered noisily, scattering pieces all over the floor.
Without much reaction, Roselia sighed deeply and turned her head slightly to glance at the person who had thrown the bottle.
“Damn it! Where have you hidden the money? Surely father must have left something with you?”
The stench of alcohol reeked with each word her so-called older brother spewed. Roselia, grimacing in displeasure, responded icily.
“What money left in this godforsaken house? Any money Baron Hesingk had left was squandered away by you a long time ago.”
Her statement was spot-on.
With the deterioration of Baron Hesingk’s health, the family’s fortunes had rapidly declined. His son, who knew nothing but drinking and gambling with unsavory characters, was all that was left to inherit the dwindling estate.
Roselia had been brought into the mansion by the Baron, in his final years, along with his new wife.
Technically, she was nothing more than a stranger to the Baron, hence his treating her like a mere servant until his death.
“What about the money you’ve earned while gallivanting around outside? That’s all gone too?”
It seemed alcohol had clouded his mind, or rather, Antonio had always lacked basic sense.
“Who do you think has been maintaining this crumbling mansion without any servants?”
Challenged by her direct gaze, Antonio averted his eyes and soon brushed past her, grumbling.
“Move!”
What little valuables the house had left were already taken by him. The few remaining frames on the walls and the small crystal chandelier were sold by Roselia to sustain their livelihood.
Antonio, after scanning the baron’s overly bare and unsightly mansion, grabbed the few remaining candlesticks that illuminated the place.
Not satisfied, he glanced around like a starved hyena, irritably demanding more.
“Isn’t there anything else worth money?!”
Stay calm… After all, nobody gets angry at a beast.
Antonio was no better than a beast who had forsaken his humanity.
Moreover… it was about time for that incident to occur, so it was an opportunity to rid this mansion of this tiresome man.
Quietly, Roselia drew the dagger she had hidden on her.
Antonio, startled by her sudden move and ominous expression, stumbled backward.
“What, what is this?!”
With no skill in fighting or study and heavily drunk, Antonio wouldn’t stand a chance against her with a dagger. His face flushed with fear as he tripped and fell. Watching him impassively, Roselia lifted the dagger.
“Yipe!”
Terrified, he scrunched up and raised his arms defensively.
Swoosh.
The sharp edge of the dagger made a sound, not of cutting flesh, but of slicing through fabric or thread.
Realizing no pain followed, Antonio slowly lowered his arms and gazed forward in shock.
There stood Roselia, having cut her long, ebony-like hair up to her ears, now looking down at him.
As Antonio sat there dumbfounded, Roselia extended a handful of her chopped hair towards him with an expression of disdain.
“Looking for something valuable? This is the last thing of value in this house. Take it and disappear.”
Despite the lack of care and nourishment, Roselia’s black hair shimmered with luster as she held it in her hand. Wig-making was fashionable, and selling her hair to a wig merchant would fetch a good price.
Antonio, hesitantly reaching for the severed locks, glanced at her with a disgusted expression.
“Damn witch.”
With that last remark, he fled the mansion like a man escaping a prison. Watching him leave, Roselia snorted in contempt.
Toxic? Well, what wouldn’t one do to avoid death? If it was a matter of survival, she was prepared to go even further. This was just the beginning.
Tonight, Antonio would likely get caught by a gang in the back alleys for gambling debts and never return to the mansion. Whether he was dead or sold into slavery, she didn’t know; the novel didn’t go that far.
And soon, he would come. The man who held the lifeline of this wretched body.
For her, it was a gamble. Even if she had fled the mansion, she would have ended up either starving or sold to a brothel. She chose adventure over a guaranteed path of thorns.
Her opponent was Klaus de Baltazar, the villain and the mastermind of the novel.
Fortunately, she knew him well, and he didn’t know her at all.
Staring at her newly cut black hair reflected in the window, she smiled enigmatically.
A black carriage halted in front of the neglected mansion. A tall man in a navy suit stepped out, his cool blue eyes surveying the eerie building with apparent displeasure.
“Does anyone actually live here?”
His rhetorical question was met by the late arrival of a man with auburn hair, rifling through documents.
“The records clearly state that after the death of Baron Hesingk, his heirs, Antonio de Hesingk and Roselia de Hesingk, reside here.”
The man in the navy suit, Klaus de Baltazar, scanned the mansion with a look of distaste.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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