Deborah responded with a faint smile.
“It was very fortunate for me to be able to work for Lady Saint. I’m sure any woman who has worked as a maid would wish for an employer like her.”
“Are you boasting that you met Lady Saint thanks to your husband?” Zen bit back harshly, clenching his fists and exhaling hot breath.
“Are you defending your husband in front of me?”
Hot breath usually carries moisture. His words born from that breath were equally moist.
Deborah blinked and then folded her hands gracefully.
“He’s the only one who can defend himself.”
Zen gritted his teeth. His inability to hide his anger met Deborah’s words, clear and faint like a drizzle on a sunny afternoon that couldn’t even dampen a coat.
“Dead people can’t defend themselves.”
Zen’s eyes widened. Deborah gently smiled at his stiffened figure.
Only then did Zen notice that her plain black dress was not just a simple dress.
‘…Mourning dress.’
A widow wears dark-colored dresses for three years. That’s the tradition of this conservative country.
“When?”
“Let’s see.”
Deborah counted the days in her head and then spoke.
“I think I can take off this mourning dress in about 12 months.”
Deborah smiled faintly, like a drop of paint falling into a clean water bottle.
Just then, the afternoon sun poured through the window, illuminating her. Her somber black dress appeared like a brown dress speckled with gold dust.
She was dazzling to behold, but to Zen, she seemed like she would vanish at any moment. And if he touched her, she might crumble.
“…….”
So, all Zen could do was keep clenching his fists.
“Uh…?”
Deborah couldn’t understand the current situation. Originally, she should have been at the hotel and planned to catch a train to Burmese the next morning.
“Miss, please check the contents of your luggage.”
The handsome footman handed Deborah her small travel bag, which she had been waiting with in her hotel room. Inside the bag, with just a simple lock, were the few belongings Deborah had brought with her.
“Yes, everything’s here.”
“That’s a relief. Then, I’ll take my leave.”
The footman left, closing the door behind him, which echoed in the room.
‘How high must the ceiling be for such a small sound to echo like this?’
Deborah looked up and around the room again. It was spacious, both upwards and sideways, larger than a typical commoner’s house.
‘This is a room?’
Moreover, this vast room was filled with precious items. The wallpaper was luxurious, and each piece of furniture shone with a fine ivory hue.
And the gentle scent of lily of the valley that filled the space…
‘It’s not toxic. It’s like real flowers planted all around.’
Deborah cautiously sat on the bed, which felt as soft as if she was sitting on a cloud.
‘In the world. To sleep in a better bed than Lady Saint?’
What was this man thinking, giving her such a room?
‘No, it’s just a nice room, but the situation is similar to being imprisoned.’
Deborah sighed deeply, recalling the conversation she had just had with Zen.
“…….”
Zen quietly observed Deborah. His gaze was indescribable, containing either compassion or pity.
“……I understand.”
In response to Zen’s low reply, Deborah smiled and said,
“I will surely convey to Lady Saint the kindness Mr. Baker has shown me. She will be delighted.”
Zen’s expression instantly crumpled.
“Going back?”
Deborah was confused by his reaction but hid it and replied,
“Yes. Ah, I’ll return to the hotel today. I’ll take the train tomorrow.”
Zen narrowed his already fierce eyes even more and said sharply,
“You cannot return to the hotel. Nor will you be taking any train.”
Deborah’s brows furrowed at his words.
‘What is this man talking about?’
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!”
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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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