Deborah, suppressing the urge to foam at the mouth, responded with composure,
“I’m sorry, but that’s not the case.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re mistaken. It’s true that Mr. Baker has an excellent eye for things.”
Her tone was elegant and polite. The staff, shocked, covered their open mouth with a hand, glancing back and forth between a disheartened Deborah and Jen, who turned his head away with a scowl.
‘Hmm? Uh-oh…’
Before the staff could fully grasp the situation, Jen spoke up.
“Let’s buy this coat.”
‘He’s really buying it. Such an expensive coat at first glance!’
Deborah felt like holding her head in disbelief.
Jen, noticing her reaction, said with a smirk,
“I just received a compliment for my good taste; I can’t just walk away now. My pride won’t allow it.”
The staff quickly pulled out a notepad and asked,
“May I have the address to send it?”
“No, we’ll take it with us.”
“Alright, I’ll get it wrapped up for you!”
As the staff hurried to pack the coat in a box, Jen, without a word of thanks, strode away briskly. Oblivious to his departure, the staff bowed,
“Thank you. Please visit us again.”
Deborah, accepting the thanks on Jen’s behalf, quickly followed him.
“Were you uncomfortable? I’m sorry for causing such a misunderstanding because of me.”
“You apologize too often. Is apologizing a hobby of yours?”
Jen, glancing back and slowing down to match Deborah’s pace, commented,
“And you seem to lack flexibility.”
“Me?”
She had never heard such a thing. Compared to those who strictly adhere to rules, Deborah considered herself quite flexible.
“Making excuses for every trivial matter seems to indicate that.”
‘When did I make excuses for trivial matters?’
Deborah found it hard to agree with Jen’s assessment. She wondered when she had ever behaved like that.
‘Anyway, that aside…’
Deborah asked Jen,
“Would you mind if I carry that box?”
Jen stopped abruptly, looking incredulously. Deborah offered an awkward smile.
“Of course, you should ask that. Do I look like a brute who would make a woman carry heavy things?”
“It’s not that. As an employee, I feel uncomfortable burdening my employer with luggage.”
“That damned discomfort!”
Every syllable was laden with force. Normally, it would have been appropriate for Deborah, as a servant, to carry the burden.
“Anyway, follow me.”
“Are we returning now?”
“Are you joking? We haven’t even bought half of what’s needed.”
“Really?”
From that point, Deborah had to work hard to dissuade Jen. While she could understand buying hats and gloves…
“Why do I need furniture or decorations?”
“Didn’t you ask to move to a new room? If you’re moving, might as well fill it with your taste.”
“Really, it’s okay.”
“Is it? You have no taste of your own, I see. Fine, then I’ll fill it as I see fit.”
“No, that’s not what I meant…”
Deborah agreed to accept a dress and a piece of jewelry to prevent the purchase of furniture and decorations.
“Just one dress and one piece of jewelry, can we?”
“Always the same things? Looking shabby reflects poorly on your employer.”
It was unclear why he insisted on buying so many things when she hardly had occasions to wear them.
“Can I choose, then?”
“Do I look like a fool? If I let you choose, you’ll pick the plainest and cheapest.”
Ignoring Deborah’s input, Jen scrutinized the jewelry and dresses, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
“I suppose you could choose a simple ring or a teatime dress. Can’t be helped.”
“Then…”
Is it over? A glimmer of hope warmed Deborah.
“Still, we should properly fit dresses and jewelry at a boutique. Let’s pick out a few practical pairs of shoes.”
Jen ruthlessly crushed her hope.
‘Oh no!’
Deborah felt overwhelmed, as if she might sink into the ground. All of this felt like a debt she could never repay.
‘Why is he investing so much in me? Could he think I’ll turn Dia into a leading lady of society?’
That was absurd. Deborah had no such ability, nor had she done anything to invite such a misunderstanding.
‘Maybe Lady Saint overpraised me?’
Like a pet owner bragging about their genius pet, perhaps Lady Saint introduced Deborah in such a light?
‘What a misunderstanding.’
Deborah considered confessing then decided against it. It wasn’t her fault, so she felt no need to take responsibility.
In front of a conflicted Deborah, Jen laid out rings.
“I chose modest ones.”
Modest, with such large stones? Deborah’s expression momentarily showed shock. Nonetheless, the rings he picked all had the same design but different gemstones.
After a brief consideration, looking at her bare fingers, Deborah decided,
“Sorry, but I’ll have to decline the ring.”
“Constantly declining—”
“It’s not about feeling burdened.”
Deborah spoke cautiously but firmly.
“I really can’t accept a ring.”
A ring carries meaning. Although noble ladies might wear simple rings before engagement, Deborah was no noble lady.
“If you really want to give something, how about a necklace? Or a brooch might be nice. They’re versatile.”
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…
——
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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