Ending The Extra Villainess's Unrequited Love! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 8
A baby wolf that had raced across the snowfield laid a white rabbit at the woman’s feet.
“Goodness! What’s this?”
Bending down, the woman excitedly rubbed her son’s cheeks with her voice trembling with emotion.
“I went a bit farther today.”
His eyes, pretending to be indifferent, clearly sparkled with a transparent desire for praise.
Though his eight-year-old son desperately wanted to act like a grown-up, he couldn’t hide his raised shoulders and eager eyes.
“Oh my, how did I end up with such a wonderful son? You did well.”
“Has Father come back?”
His blue eyes darted busily around.
He stretched his neck and looked all around, but he sensed no trace of his father.
Just then—
“I went a bit farther today, too.”
Thud! A deep vibration sounded behind him, sending a flurry of white snow dust swirling over Raoul’s head.
When he turned, a wild boar with its throat torn open lay buried in the snow.
The large man brushed snow from his shoulders and embraced the mother.
“Do I smell like blood?”
Once the man stood before him, the mother vanished from the boy’s view.
“No—not that. Look at this! Guess what our son caught today? Hey…? Raoul?”
The mother, who had been proudly showing off her son’s achievement to her husband, looked around in confusion.
Raoul was already turning the doorknob of the storeroom with the rabbit in his arms.
“I’m going to catch a wild boar next time.”
At his pouting expression, the two adults exchanged glances and laughed.
Their son’s frequent displays of jealousy were both a source of amusement and joy in their lives.
His father was a strong man.
He was the village chieftain, a devoted husband, and—though Raoul hadn’t acknowledged it then—a kind father.
“I can catch a wild boar too.”
“Of course you can. You’ll catch an even bigger one.”
The man sitting by the hearth gently stroked his son’s head with his thick hand.
The two were always in competition, with the mother between them—especially Raoul.
“Do you like Mother?”
“Any Lycan would love his wife above all else.”
“But I like Mother too… yet it seems like she likes you more.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I caught a rabbit, and you caught a boar.”
His father looked down at him quietly, then spoke with a serious expression.
“There’s something you don’t know, Raoul.”
Seeing his father’s unusually grave demeanor, Raoul glanced up. Shadows ran deep across his father’s rugged face.
‘What don’t I know?’
“Even if I caught a rabbit… your mother would still love me more.”
He was truly infuriating.
Raoul tried to retaliate with his small hands, but was always stopped by his father’s large ones.
“Oh now, don’t fight.”
Only when the mother pulled Raoul into her arms, separating the noisy father and son, did the two men finally quiet down.
To Raoul, his father was both a mountain to overcome and a man he deeply admired.
Even when he sulked outwardly, inwardly he secretly envied him.
He often vowed that someday he would become as fine a man as his father and find a woman as lovely as his mother, living happily ever after.
His father always praised his mother and spoke to him about the Lycan’s destiny.
“A Lycan must always be cautious in matters of love. Only then can you find a good woman like your mother.”
His mother had been the daughter of a herbalist from a small village beyond the snowy mountains.
She dried wild greens in spring to prepare for winter and brewed fragrant herbal tea whenever he fell ill.
Raoul loved his mother. The scent of wildflowers from her embrace remained vivid in his memory.
Though life in the snowy mountains was harsh, he was happy because he had his family.
Their days were peaceful, and he believed they always would be—until that day came.
The night Raoul lost his family, his father left him halfway up the mountain with his final words.
“If I haven’t returned by sunset, leave this place without looking back.”
Raoul tried to rise and follow, but his father’s urgent voice pinned his feet in place.
“You must live—for your mother’s sake. Never give up!”
His father’s massive back receded toward the forest, now blazing red.
In the distance, explosions roared, wolves howled furiously, and black smoke blanketed the sky until nightfall.
Waiting for his father who never returned, Raoul prayed this wasn’t the end.
But no miracle came.
Where a large force had swept through, bloodstains were everywhere.
There, Raoul found his fallen cousins, aunts, uncles—and his mother and father.
For days, he dug into the earth. After burying his family, he buried his soul with them.
The place where they’d laughed and talked happily just yesterday had become a graveyard.
He’d lost his mind.
He could no longer breathe there.
As his father had said, he left and wandered wherever his feet took him.
Now alone, he sometimes stayed in the fairies’ forest; other times, he drifted into human villages.
People never lifted a finger unless it served their own interests.
Not a single soul helped the orphan drifting through the village—only snake-like opportunists scheming how to profit from him.
They groveled before the strong while constantly yelling at and kicking the weak.
Raoul had once been captured by slave hunters and put up for sale on the auction block for months. Another time, he’d been conscripted into the army in place of a lame man who’d treated him like family.
They always had ulterior motives—and Raoul was always the scapegoat.
Thus, he resolved never again to place hope in anyone.
Whether fighting like a dog on the front lines in someone else’s stead or being dragged off as a slave after losing a war, his thoughts remained the same.
“All humans are the same—except Mother.”
Yet, on the day he first entered the Duke’s estate, Raoul saw a girl shouting in the distance.
Her black hair flying, she ran down the stairs of the manor.
Her words were muffled, but her timing was perfect.
It almost seemed as if she were scolding the knight on his behalf.
But the moment their eyes briefly met and then parted, he knew that hope was futile.
‘What a fool I am. Humans are all the same.’
He steeled his heart.
But that very night, not long after, they met again.
Raoul was wandering outside, his heart heavy.
Hearing others recount their sorrowful pasts only reminded him his own fate was no different, and it weighed on him.
Just then—
‘What’s she doing here…?’
He saw the girl from earlier being attacked by a Dwarf.
She twisted her wrist in pain and buried her face in her hands.
It wasn’t because he trusted humans—it was pure instinct that moved him.
His father would have done the same, and no Lycan would ever dishonorably ignore a girl in danger.
That was all.
He stopped in the woods due to her labored breathing.
Human foot soldiers were frail—after slight exertion, they’d quickly start groaning in discomfort.
But this girl’s condition was especially bad.
Her frame was so thin she seemed ready to collapse at the slightest touch, and her face was pale.
Beneath the moonlight, her eyes gleamed as dimly as embers left from the hearth where his family once gathered.
“Why did you come here?”
She claimed, as if performing charity, that she’d brought medicine for the slaves.
He was briefly suspicious but ultimately felt it was a kindness with reason.
Above all, she didn’t seem capable of harming him.
As she applied ointment to his back, her touch was so careful it tickled slightly.
‘What kind of girl is she? She acted far too confidently for someone working at the estate, and her clothes weren’t ordinary either.’
While he was lost in thought, the girl stayed silent.
Raoul suddenly came to his senses and pulled his clothes back down. When he turned, her face—previously pale—now looked oddly gloomy.
“That must have hurt a lot.”
‘Is she worried I’m in pain?’
She didn’t stop there—she even tried to take off her own clothes to drape them over his shoulders.
Anyone could see she looked far colder herself, yet she did it anyway, her chin trembling.
It was both amusing and oddly endearing, and his lips naturally softened into a smile.
Her dark eyes were clearer than before. He knew he shouldn’t trust humans, yet his heart stirred inexplicably.
Afraid she might cause trouble if he lost her, he took her hand and led her out of the woods.
For some reason, her dazed expression kept nagging at him.
When they parted, he found himself thinking it’d be nice to see her again.
“Shall I walk with you, then?”
He asked from behind, but either she didn’t hear or chose not to—she merely smiled and waved.
He knew better than to trust humans, better than to think of them as friends—yet somehow, he felt such a fragile being couldn’t possibly harm him.
He was a fool.
Only after returning to the slave barracks did Raoul learn from the excited Dwarf that she was the Duke’s daughter.
The very noble who’d bought Lycans with money.
His parents had died from the cowardly tricks of slave hunters, yet here he was—some fool saving a noble girl.
After hearing the Dwarf’s explanation, he couldn’t forgive himself for even a moment of weakness.
Already conflicted, the Dwarf spent the whole day provoking him further.
Regretting the missed chance to take a hostage, he kept swinging his fists at the slightest provocation.
Finally, trouble erupted at the construction site. The agitated Dwarf struck Raoul’s back with the shovel he was holding.
Raoul hadn’t intended to take the hit—he fought back, and the clash escalated faster than expected.
But this was only the beginning.
The moment his identity as a Lycan was exposed, he was dragged straight to the Duke’s estate.
Seeing the Duke, rage boiled uncontrollably within him—from his core to his fingertips.
‘It must have been scum like this who ordered the capture of Lycans…!’
He charged forward, blinded by emotion.
Already exhausted from an earlier fight, the man before him turned out to be an absurdly powerful warrior.
He was struck again and again, but thinking of his family’s unjust deaths, he rose time after time.
How much time passed? He was clearly standing on two feet, yet his body felt numb.
As his vision blurred and his breath grew shallow, someone stepped in front of him.
A thin, trembling voice—he’d heard it somewhere before.
Amid his fading consciousness, fragments of words reached him.
‘…the Lycan… I found him… He’s mine…’
Ah. Of course. You must never trust humans.
When he opened his eyes again, his wounds were already healing.
And beside his bed, holding his hand as she slept, was that very girl.
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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Before her lay that disgusting tongue, stretched out as if ready to touch her an
This is the worst situation I’ve ever read about that happened to a heroine🥲 Wasn’t this supposed to be a romance novel?! 😭😭
Kkkkkk—This was the final moment as her body tipped into the monster's maw.
Raoul!!! Come and save the poor heroine, she’s being eaten! Oh my God, will there be another time travel?!
Before parting, Ayla hugged both Diana and Raoul once more.
I hope you never appear in any chapters; you cause misunderstandings and create divisions between them.
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Sebastian!! Show Diana, she’ll die while you’re playing with butterflies like an idiot😂😭😭