After receiving her first salary, Irene decided to visit her family for one night and two days during the regular holiday. It was because her daughter, who attended a boarding school, planned to stop by for a while.
“There aren’t many places that give regular holidays like this, so I’m very happy to be able to see my daughter’s face.”
“Hehe. I hope you have a pleasant time.”
In response to Deborah’s words, Irene turned her head and spoke to Dia.
“Miss, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yes, Mrs. Brown. Have a safe trip.”
Although Irene left, Dia couldn’t enjoy the holiday.
“Miss Yard… ”
Sitting in front of the warm fireplace, Dia, sweating profusely, was memorizing the noble registry.
The noble registry was like a dictionary containing the addresses of those who received titles, their current landowners, immediate family members, and businesses. It was not something that anyone could obtain because it was created by the royal family.
“The royal family periodically produces a noble registry based on the number of nobles who contribute funds. What Miss is holding is the most recently issued noble registry.”
Even Mrs. Header couldn’t obtain the latest noble registry and had to purchase the previous one for a large sum of money.
But how did Zen obtain this?
“In any case, it’s impressive.”
There was a book that ladies in this country read as if they were reading a sweet love story. It was a book called “Ladies’ Etiquette.”
According to the contents of this book, a person who only gives answers is considered unattractive. Ladies who listen first and continue the conversation with appropriate questions were praised.
Therefore, regardless of the person in front of her, Dia had to become someone who could ask appropriate questions. She had to naturally grasp the approximate history of the other party’s family and whether the current lady was a widow or not. This was because it was necessary to avoid making rude questions during the conversation.
“Because of this culture, avoiding memorizing the noble registry is unavoidable to step into the Gracian social circle.”
If Dia were an ordinary noble, she would have naturally recognized the faces of other nobles from a young age. However, Dia had no choice but to study in this way.
“I wish I could remember the contents of the novel perfectly.”
Deborah decided to think of a way to reduce Dia’s workload.
“If only I could remember the contents of the novel perfectly.”
Deborah couldn’t remember exactly which people Dia had met at the party. It was regrettable, but it wasn’t like she didn’t remember anything.
“For now, Lady Rose. I can’t guarantee that the future has changed a lot, but the probability of meeting her is higher than meeting other people.”
Lady Rose approached Dia first because she saw herself in Dia.
The nobles ignored her, a woman who entered the aristocracy through a much older husband, and Lady Rose couldn’t help but feel a lot of humiliation.
With her distinctive confident personality and eloquence, she built her influence, but the wounds from that time were not completely healed.
“It’s only natural since people are like that.”
Lady Rose, with strong self-esteem, didn’t just let those who ignored her be, but she sincerely helped her own people.
“She’s a person with whom getting close won’t be a bad thing.”
For a moment, Deborah was surprised at her own thoughts. That getting close wouldn’t be a bad thing. Such thoughts were not characteristic of herself; they were rather calculated.
“But… for a kind and gentle lady not to get hurt in the social circle, I need to think this way.”
Deborah blinked her eyes slowly, trying to ignore the discomfort that arose from her own thoughts. Then, she recalled who was in Lady Rose’s entourage.
“In the book I read, Lady Rose is mentioned as having informed the surrounding nobles about the lady’s rudeness, but their names weren’t described.”
Deborah began to make guesses about Lady Rose.
First, Lady Rose. She was a former navy officer who was currently engaged in a seemingly unrelated bookstore business.
Her eldest son had a good sense of business and was expanding the stores, while Lady Rose organized recitation sessions and sought talented novelists and poets.
“Recently, I heard that young noble ladies avoid recitation sessions.”
If Lady Saint had said so, it must be true. Then, Lady Rose was likely to associate more with people of her husband’s age than with her peers.
“And if she likes recitation sessions…”
Thinking through the list in her mind, Deborah, who was still distressed, called Dia, who was studying diligently.
“Miss.”
“Yes?”
Dia’s head snapped up. Deborah, with a faint smile, spoke.
“I apologize for disturbing your studies, but I have something to ask you.”
“It’s okay. What is it?”
“I wonder if you could tell me which part you’ve looked into.”
“Well… ”
Dia, blushing, spoke cautiously.
“I’ve read a lot, but I haven’t memorized it properly.”
“Hehe. That’s natural! It’s a lot to cover like this.”
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…
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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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