“Shall I find out about that woman?”
“Who?”
Liurian opened her almondlike eyes wide then quickly shook her head.
“Ah, that woman.”
She closed her eyes again and leaned her cheek on the pillow.
“No need.”
“Yes.”
After massaging her shoulders for a while, the man left. Liurian, as if suddenly remembering, spoke to him as he was about to go.
“You might be busy for a while, so keep the letters and show them to me all at once later.”
“Where are you going?”
Liurian furrowed her brow.
“Do I have to tell?”
The man shook his head with a stern face.
“No, I apologize.”
[Star Icon]Lakrahan buttoned his newly changed shirt and opened the dining room door.
Kelita, who was sitting in the chair in the middle of the table, stood up straight as she saw Lakrahan.
With a smile, Lakrahan briefly nodded his head.
He completely dressed while walking to Kelita, knelt on one knee in front of her, and sat down.
“It’s been a long time, Princess Kelita.”
Kelita gently extended her hand to Lakrahan.
He pulled her fingertips, lightly kissed the back of her hand, and stood up.
Kelita’s face turned bright red as her eyes met the standing Lakrahan’s.
“That…….”
She pointed to the front of Lakrahan’s clothing with her finger, shyly turning her head to the side.
Lakrahan followed her fingertip with his gaze and realized he had buttoned his shirt wrong.
“Ah.”
He turned his body with a slight smile to rebutton the two misplaced buttons.
His broad and sturdy back blocked Kelita’s view.
“I couldn’t waste even the time to dress, making you wait too long.”
Kelita’s face turned beetred as she watched Lakrahan’s back.
“Thank you for thinking that way.”
When the engagement talks began with Lakrahan on Emperor Gerard’s order, Kelita was secretly pleased.
Lakrahan was like a prince from a fairy tale.
Not just his appearance, but his voice, and even those eyes.
“Shall we sit?”
Lakrahan, who had turned back, was so perfect that there was no flaw to be found.
The servants came in and set up tea and cookies, and the two sat facing each other with steaming hot cups before them.
“It’s close to mealtime, so I prepared something simple. Please understand.”
“I am already more than enough, Lakrahan.”
Kelita, who had never called his name in front of him, shyly added.
“Duke Your Grace.”
Lakrahan looked at her, smiling gently.
The two had exchanged meaningless conversation for a while.
Talk of the recent weather where they each lived.
Or the health of Gerard, or perhaps about hobbies that were trending among the nobility.
“Some people get so seasick on a yacht that they don’t even remember the faces of the people next to them until they get off.”
Lakrahan, while attentively listening to her stories, occasionally showed that he could not look directly into Kelita’s eyes, lowering his gaze instead.
Kelita felt a thrill at the fact that even the alwaysconfident Lakrahan seemed to be shy around her.
Because the marriage seemed like it would be much smoother and happier than expected.
It felt like the dream she had been having since she was young had come true.
A servant’s voice came from outside.
Lakrahan, after seeking Kelita’s permission, called the servant in.
One of the men from the knights came in and whispered in Lakrahan’s ear.
“Now?”
“Yes, I just checked.”
Lakrahan, without hesitation, kicked his chair and stood up.
Kelita’s mouth curved into a smile as she spotted the pocket watch in his left hand and then froze.
The pocket watch was hidden just where Lakrahan’s head was lowered.
Not shyness, but time calculation.
Lakrahan briskly walked out of the dining room, only to turn back to Kelita as if he had just remembered something.
“I have urgent business and need to leave for a while. Can I listen to the rest of your story at lunchtime?”
Kelita looked up at Lakrahan, smiling even brighter than before.
“Yes, of course, Your Grace.”
[Star Icon]Upon hearing that Bercheria had awakened, Lakrahan headed to where she was without delay.
He had pondered her and the tattoos engraved on both her and his body all the way back to the castle, but he reached no conclusion.
Though he had searched his mind and the library tirelessly, all he found out was that the divine item should have been entirely engraved on Bercheria’s body; nothing else was discoverable.
The first thing Lakrahan did after choosing the north as his territory was to look for information about Bercheria in the family library.
At first, it was out of necessity, then to ease worry, and later, out of curiosity about the goddess of weather.
It was a story unknown to the people of today, but when the first guardians of the continent emerged, Bercheria was their leader.
It was not as if the gods had chosen her as their representative as humans do.
The gods knew from the beginning.
That her power was the strongest of all gods.
Considering the characteristics of the divine item that synchronize with the user over time, it was not surprising how Bercheria’s staff could change, no matter what form it took.
Even a tower could become a divine item.
The question was why this divine item was also engraved on his body.
So far, there were no records of a guardian’s divine item doing something to someone other than its owner.
Lakrahan arrived at the door of Bercheria’s room and knocked.
“It’s Lakrahan. I’m coming in.”
When he heard a rustle inside, he flung the door open.
Bercheria, who had been looking at her body in front of the mirror with her dress down, turned to look at him with a surprised face.
For a moment, Lakrahan’s mind stopped, and his muscles seemed to declare a strike.
The only thing working was his sight, nothing else.
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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