“Si, Sir. You don’t have to apologize. I’m fine.”
“……What?”
Philip asked in a bewildered voice, and Liche tried to grasp the situation from their conversation.
The fallen female student was a noble young lady with an elegant appearance.
Seeing the red badge, she was a thirdyear student like Deon.
Despite saying she was okay, tears were dripping from her eyes.
“Celene, why are you crying?”
Just then, a group of students wearing red badges approached the female student.
Then they asked her with worried voices.
“Crying?”
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m, I’m fine. I was just startled by that knight… It’s my fault.”
“A knight? Because of a knight?”
Because of me?
Philip blinked his eyes in disbelief.
“Philip, did you bump into her?”
“No……?”
At Liche’s whisper, Philip shook his head.
It would have been less unfair if he had even brushed against her. When the female student fell, he and the female student were at least 10 meters apart.
The book had flown to his feet, so he picked it up and handed it to her.
He had even shown his chivalry by asking if she was okay.
“What are you doing, knight?”
“Turning your wrongs onto a noble?”
“Apologize properly.”
Except for the crying Celene, six pairs of eyes simultaneously revealed hostility towards Philip.
The number of people increased, and a commotion ensued, naturally attracting onlookers.
In the voices of the students who saw Philip as the perpetrator, even the students gathered around joined in their sympathy.
“What’s going on?”
“Looks like that knight pushed Celene.”
“What? Is he out of his mind? Whose attendant is he?”
“Don’t know. Seems like a firstyear.”
“Why bring such a lowlevel knight from a young age?”
The murmuring reached Liche and Philip’s ears.
This is too much.
“What my knight did [dash].”
It was the moment Liche stepped forward to defend Philip.
Philip reached back to stop her.
“I, I don’t know what I did. But I’m sorry for whatever it was.”
With a face as if he hadn’t been struck at all, Philip apologized to Celene.
But the reaction came not from the stillcrying Celene but from the students next to her.
“That’s all you do after pushing a noble?”
“What can I do to satisfy you?”
“Kneel down.”
“……What?”
“Kneel down and apologize to Celene.”
They had an inflated attitude as if the moment they had been waiting for had arrived.
Finally, Philip realized what they wanted to do.
Twiarche Ludwick. They wanted to show people that her knight was kneeling before them.
‘They don’t like that Miss Liche is of common birth.’
Philip sneered inside himself. Damn noble brats.
Philip, who was the son of a poor commoner and had lost his parents to a plague and was thrown out onto the streets, had a desperate life.
When he was 12 years old. While he was scavenging for abandoned crops, the noble’s hunting dogs attacked him.
The nobles sat leisurely under the shade of a tree, watching him run away desperately.
But there was no one to punish them. He was a commoner, and they were nobles.
“Is he dead?”
A man looked down at him, panting on the ground after fleeing but wounded by the dogs, and asked.
A noble. It was infuriating. Looking at his handsome and neat appearance made it even more so.
The young man with black hair spoke to me with emotionless red eyes.
“Follow me if you’re not dead. I’ll give you a warm meal.”
A warm meal. Wanting to eat to his fill at least once before dying, Philip followed Blake.
Think of it as the last supper. If you’re lucky enough to survive, steal some money and run away.
But the food was too delicious. He couldn’t leave the Ludwick family. That’s how Philip secured his place in the Ludwick house.
Later, Philip asked Zed why Blake had picked him up and received an absurd answer.
“That? It’s our Duke’s hobby.”
Strange hobbies indeed.
That’s how he owed his life to Duke Ludwick. A few years later, he also owed Lady Riche.
After waking up in prison, in his sporadic memories, there was himself attacking Riche. Even though it wasn’t his own will, he acted like that.
Lady Riche saved me from almost repaying the grace received from the Duke with enmity.
So, there’s no regret for life, no pride.
“If I don’t kneel down now, is it blasphemy?”
Aristocratic blasphemy was the death penalty, right? Philip scratched his cheek.
If he kneels here, it would make Lady Riche look ridiculous.
“That’s difficult. It’s not something I did. That lady over there fell by herself.”
“What?”
“Do you want to say that Celine and I framed you?”
“I didn’t say that much. By any chance, although it won’t be, is it something you’re insisting on…?”
At Philip’s words, the surrounding students buzzed.
But the prevailing view was that Celine, usually a model student and the daughter of an Earl, wouldn’t have done such a thing.
Public opinion seemed to be driving Philip back as the culprit.
“You’re lying.”
Until a boy’s voice was heard.
(This is a time separator.)
Riche found a male student coming through the students and unconsciously hid her body beside Philip.
“……?”
“Shh.”
She then held her index finger to her lips, silencing Philip, who was looking at her with a bewildered face.
“You, you are…….?”
The male student who initially told Philip to kneel looked at the boy in astonishment.
Iandwayne Gerwer.
Since he was already a famous face among the students, there was no one in this place who didn’t know who he was.
‘Why is Iandwayne here?’
It was a failure.
The discerning eye of the talented Gerwer Duke.
But there were too many onlookers to confess their plotted deed obediently.
Thinking that they can’t be pushed back like this, a student next to them spoke to Iandwayne.
“What, what evidence? Did you see it?”
If they put up a fuss, Iandwayne might notice the situation and take their side. There was faint hope in the question.
Being fellow aristocrats, and they were Iandwayne’s seniors by a year.
“No, I have no evidence, and I didn’t see it.”
“Is, is that so?”
“But, I can verify it.”
But it was just hope.
Iandwayne stared at them intently and moved a step forward.
With that momentum, the students who plotted the incident retreated slightly.
Celine, who was in the innermost part, finally spoke.
“……Let’s go.”
“But, Celine. That knight, he…”
“Let’s go.”
As if she had never cried, the tears had long since stopped.
The students fled the place and moved their steps to find a place without people.
“Ugh. What a shame.”
“Did you know Gerwer would come out there? I wanted to flatten that commoner’s nose.”
“Ah, unlucky. How do we get revenge? When she graduates, she’ll become a noble lady, so the opportunity is while she’s at the academy.”
“That’s right. There’s nowhere else to fight her but the academy.”
Except for Celine, who had gone to the dormitory to wash her face, the rest of the students were descending the stairs when it happened.
“Hey.”
At the undeniable threatening voice, the students stopped and looked up.
And, slowly coming down from the upper stairs, someone.
“What did you guys do to my sister?”
Irritated tone. Deeply furrowed brow. Angry red eyes.
No, none of that mattered.
‘……Der Kedion Ludwick.’
His existence itself was terrifying.
The students’ faces paled in the shadow cast over them.
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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