Pythonth roared toward the undulating surface of the water.
“Why are you going in there!”
Pythonth was bewildered. Cooling his head a bit, his contractee, Radan Jee, suddenly entered the lake.
Did that cute contractee know how to swim? Should Pythonth transform into something bigger than a squirrel and pull him out? Well, farewell, my healthy 5 months and 2 weeks…!
Pythonth was about to brace himself for spending the remaining contest period like a soaked cotton ball.
“Reche!”
Someone who appeared suddenly shouted urgently and jumped into the lake.
Blonde, and judging by the brief glint on the face, it seemed to be Morgan Dale.
‘Did he hear what I said?’
…No, he couldn’t. That wouldn’t be possible.
If he heard, he would have shown up in front of the contractee long ago. Where is it common for a talking squirrel?
If he did hear, let’s say the contractee practiced voice modulation.
‘We can deal with that later.’
What mattered was here. Pythonth looked at the lake where the two had entered.
Meanwhile, Reche, who had entered the lake to cool down her complicated mind, swam towards me and looked at Morgan with surprised eyes.
‘Morgan Dale?’
The sunlight shimmering under the water. Morgan Dale, who was more dazzling than that sunlight.
Reche couldn’t take her eyes off that spectacle.
It was strange. Morgan seemed more radiant and beautiful than the light of any great star. Why did not only her gaze but everything about herself seem tied to Morgan, who was approaching her?
Indescribable emotions welled up in Reche’s chest.
‘Who are you?’
Reche wanted to ask. Morgan Dale, who are you that I feel this way, and why do I feel like crying?
Morgan’s hand held Reche’s hand. With force in his hand, he pulled her.
‘Let’s go out.’
Morgan pointed upwards and said to Reche.
Reche nodded her head, and it was when she followed Morgan, climbing towards the surface.
‘Ugh!’
Suddenly stopping her swimming, Morgan, with a pained face, bent his upper body.
‘Morgan?’
Surprised at that sight, Reche quickly cast a short spell, and a gushing water pillar shot the two of them onto the lake shore.
[Contractee!]“Morgan!”
Morgan collapsed on the ground, and Reche urgently called his name. Pythonth rushed over to Reche’s side.
[What’s going on?]“What happened? Are you okay?”
Could he have suffered a severe injury somewhere? Holding a piece of white star, Reche anxiously asked.
But with Morgan’s subsequent answer, Reche relaxed and sat on the ground.
“No, it’s nothing. A mouse came into my leg while swimming.”
It wasn’t a big injury. Still, looking back, it was a dizzying moment. To have a mouse in his leg while swimming.
If Morgan had been alone in the water, it would have been undoubtedly dangerous.
“Morgan, you…”
Meanwhile, Morgan sat up. Seeing Morgan from afar, who had been looking at Reche, pursed his lips.
Fortunately, the same words didn’t easily come out. It had been four days since Morgan was seen. During that time, it was because Pythonth had witnessed Morgan Dale experiencing the same thing countless times.
“You’re really unlucky.”
Sincere pity was evident in Reche’s voice. Pythonth nodded as if agreeing.
Morgan, who didn’t expect to hear such words from Reche, widened his eyes, then burst into laughter.
Not a compliment. It was Morgan Dale, who, upon hearing that he was unlucky, laughed heartily.
Reche and Pythonth looked at Morgan with confusion.
[Is he really okay?]‘Well…’
Being soaked in water made it more salty. Reche magically dried Morgan and herself.
“Thanks, Triche.”
Meanwhile, Morgan couldn’t stop laughing at first, but suddenly, tears welled up in his eyes.
“…Morgan seems to have a peculiar sense of humor.”
“Really?”
Morgan’s gold eyes were fixed on Reche.
Under the bright sky, a silver moon.
‘Reche, you are my life.’
Even if he wasn’t such a presence to Reche.
To Reche, he would be just that. Forever.
“Reche.”
Morgan called Reche with a smile.
Pythonth complained why he was acting friendly to his contractee, but Reche looked at Morgan, accepting it.
‘Morgan is so charming.’
Reche thought that his golden eyes were shining with an affectionate light. It seemed like there was a moment when such a light flickered in his eyes when Reche first met him.
Morgan, do you know me?
Reche swallowed that almost choked sentence. It was an endless question. Even the one asking didn’t know what it meant.
“Can you tell me that I can survive?”
Morgan opened his mouth again.
Survive. Is it about the contest?
He was the powerful contender of the academy, both enemy and competitor.
‘Not even saying that he will win.’
There was nothing he couldn’t do. No, considering Morgan’s bad luck, he really wanted to say that. Reche nodded.
“You’ll survive.”
At that word, Morgan smiled brighter than anyone else.
After parting with Morgan, Reche returned to the dormitory building.
Jackson spoke to Reche as she was about to go up the stairs.
“Tua Rishe, you got mail.”
“For me?”
Is it from Dad?
Since he replied to the last letter yesterday, it shouldn’t be a letter from Blake yet.
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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