Maryen hesitated. That’s when Idrisch took something white from his pocket and gently placed it on Maryen’s hand.
Her eyes widened as she looked at what was inside the mask she had been wearing. She glanced at Idrisch again, her gaze completely different from before.
If earlier she was captivated by his appearance, this time, it was pure greed.
What’s going on? What is it?
I took a step closer to see what it was.
A white, square object, and green embroidery?
That’s it! It was the handkerchief that was stolen from me last time! The one I received from Ozhahr.
So, Idrisch was impersonating Ozhahr.
〈The young lady likes handsome men. She often half-jokingly said that she regrets not having met Ozhahr, who is known as the country’s most handsome man. Of course, half of that was a joke, and half was probably sincere.〉
That’s what Hanayang had said. I had even noted it down.
Wow, I had taken that so lightly.
“Oh, are you Ozhahr Serbiyan?”
Idrisch burst into a hearty laugh. He did indeed resemble Ozhahr a little in his gentlemanly demeanor.
This was truly a brilliant strategy that only Idrisch, with his handsome looks, could pull off. After all, Ozhahr was famous as the country’s most handsome man.
However, there was no guarantee of success. Ozhahr and Idrisch were both so handsome that it was difficult to compare them, but their demeanor was entirely different. Ozhahr had a much more refined physique compared to Idrisch, and his aura was much gentler. Their hair and eye colors were also different.
As if sharing my thoughts, Maryen raised a finger and pointed to Idrisch’s hair.
His neatly combed hair was a striking black.
“But your hair color…”
“Isn’t our family in Lovero not very welcome?”
It was a subtle remark. There was interaction between the territories, but the ongoing power struggles surrounding the throne had not ended. Especially the ceaseless tension between Serbiyan, Lovero, and Agila, the most powerful factions.
“Ah, so you’re hiding that.”
“Yes.”
“Why did you come to Lovero for that reason?”
Her voice carried a hint of suspicion.
“I wanted to visit Lovero’s Full Moon Festival someday. Of course, I also had a strong desire to meet and talk with the Smiron family.”
“Our family?”
“Yes, the last trade was very satisfactory. If it’s acceptable on your end, I’d like to further improve relations with Smiron.”
There was a moment of silence. What Idrisch had just said was purely based on my guesswork and deduction.
While staying in Lovero, whenever there was free time, we investigated the upper echelons of the Smiron family. We scoured the market and found that most of the items they imported came from Serbiyan.
So, could it be that they exchanged fangs as a commercial transaction?
That was the speculation.
But to ask it directly like this.
I clasped my hands tightly.
Please say yes. Please.
Time passed slowly. Even I, who was far away, was sweating profusely.
Maryen smiled.
She smiled? Really?
“Yes, indeed. Thanks to you, even the upper echelons of our family have seen significant profits.”
That’s right! I cheered inwardly. But Idrisch wasn’t satisfied with that.
“Oh, and I was a bit surprised by the token of trust you sent. I didn’t know you would send something so valuable.”
“Oh my, I’m also pleased that you accepted it. In fact, among the Lycanthrope families, it’s quite common to exchange fangs as tokens of trust, but we were worried that you might misunderstand our intentions even in Serbiyan.”
“Of course, I understand.”
Idrisch readily agreed, but as Maryen feared, it seemed that Serbiyan didn’t understand the true meaning of the gift.
If they had understood its value, they wouldn’t have used the fangs received as a token of alliance to attack Roderio and frame him. They couldn’t have possibly imagined that the fangs alone could be traced back to them.
Now, everything was clear.
Idrisch would fully believe my words, and his anger toward Lovero territory would dissipate.
His anger would be directed solely at the real culprit, Serbiyan.
Good. The world’s destruction has taken a step back. I changed the course of the novel!
I was in a moment of jubilation. I was so excited that… Yes, I let my guard down. My foot got caught on the table next to me.
Whoa! I grabbed the table to prevent myself from falling, but instead of just preventing a fall, I tilted the table as well.
No, if I fall, no…
Crash!
I fell with a loud noise, and the square’s ground was uneven.
Not only that, all the wine that had been on the table fell and shattered.
The gaze of the people around me focused on me.
Of course, Maryen and Idrisch’s gazes were no exception.
Uh, what should I do? No.
Maryen didn’t recognize Idrisch, so I wouldn’t be recognized either. I was wearing a mask.
Idrisch, who had locked eyes with me, tapped his own mask with his finger.
It seemed like he wanted to say something.
What is it?
What about the mask? …No way.
I felt a shiver down my spine and groped my face.
Oh no! Where’s my mask?
“That woman!”
Maryen immediately recognized me and pointed her finger. She seemed ready to charge at me like an angry bull.
Wasn’t she the one who got angry when I fell into the water last time?
Darn it.
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?
——
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!”
——
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…
——
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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