“Fortuna probably explained it to you, but I feel like I need to tell you directly, so I’m leaving this letter.”
“This is…”
It was a letter left to me by Roseberia. Due to my trembling hands, the handwriting on the letter seemed like rippling waves. Taking a deep breath, I strengthened my grip on the letter.
“In my past life, I acted according to my beliefs every moment, and even if it ended in death, I have no regrets about my past life. Even if life starts again from here, I won’t give up my beliefs, and if that’s the case, it will just be a repetition of the same life.”
In the dream I had seen, Fortuna tried to give Roseberia a chance to live again, but she refused, saying there was no more lingering attachment.
“Even if the end was death because I acted according to my beliefs every moment, I have no regrets…”
As soon as I spoke those words written on the letter, goosebumps spread over my cheeks. The more I contemplated, it felt like tears were about to burst forth. Chewing on my lower lip, I bit down hard.
What was the sudden surge of these emotions?
Admiration for Roseberia? Regret for my past life?
Carefully regulating my breathing, I lowered my gaze to the letter.
“Whether you were dragged here by Fortuna or came willingly, should I apologize to you if it’s the former? If it’s the latter, my heart might be somewhat relieved. If I write about my past life, it might be helpful for you, considering that the future may not change. I’ll write down approximately what happened from now until I die, as you may discover this letter at any time. I’ll also attach some instructions, so I hope you read it carefully.”
The contents below were somewhat shocking. Even though the sound of a trolley getting closer to my room, I couldn’t take my eyes off the letter.
Reacting to the busy footsteps that followed, I suddenly snapped to attention and hastily put the letter into my pocket.
“Sister!”
“Vivian, is she here?”
“The head chef insisted on baking fresh cookies, so I’m a bit late. But where’s the master?”
Ann looked around inside.
“Sister, where’s Dad?”
“It seems Father had an appointment with Mother.”
“Then today, it will be the three of us—me, Sister, and Ann.”
The trolley brought by Ann was filled with desserts. Ignoring the excited Vivian, Ann came closer to me and asked.
“Are you okay? Was anything unusual with the master?”
“Yeah.”
Facing the worried face of Ann, the contents of the letter surfaced in my mind once again. I had read it as if being chased by time, but what was etched in my memory was the mystery of the Empress and Duke Riley.
And…
“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
It was Ann’s death.
“Be cautious of Olivia, who stays in the mansion for the third time as a stepmother. That woman’s purpose is somehow to drive me out of the Marquisate. Olivia has tried to manipulate me by capturing Schultz and even attempted to arrange a strategic marriage for me several times. In her desperate attempt, she tried to poison me, resulting in the deaths of the head chef, Mark, and my long-time maid, Ann.”
Olivia tried to poison Roseberia, causing the deaths of Mark and Ann. Anger distorted my vision for a moment. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them, focusing on the clear face of Ann, who had become even clearer.
It was now certain. Olivia targeted Lilliana’s position from the beginning and entered this mansion, and Lilliana was poisoned by Olivia.
So, Roseberia, who resembled Lilliana so much, must have been an eyesore.
“Sister, try a cookie.”
As I stood up from the desk, Vivian came running towards me with a tray of several cookies. Perhaps she had already eaten one as there were crumbs around Vivian’s lips and cheeks.
“There are so many; I don’t know which one to eat. Can you recommend one, Vivian?”
“Butter cookies are delicious, and chocolate cookies are also delicious! This one is apple jam… what was it called?”
While Vivian tilted her head, Ann smiled and answered.
“Apple Jam Crumble Cookie.”
“Yes, that’s it! This one is also delicious, and anyway, all of them are delicious!”
“Then I should try this.”
As I picked up a cookie, Vivian’s eyes sparkled brightly as she looked up at me. For a moment, she took a big bite.
“How is it? Delicious, right?”
Without revealing my mixed emotions, I quickly raised the cookie, responding as I put it in my mouth.
“Yeah, really delicious. Ann, you should try one too.”
“I’m fine.”
“Ann has to eat too! After Mark finishes all the cookies, he said to eat pudding. Eat quickly.”
Vivian’s persuasive words made Ann reluctantly pick up a cookie. As Ann nibbled on the cookie, her face quickly turned red.
“It’s really delicious. It seems like the head chef’s skills are improving day by day.”
“Is that so? Desserts made by Mark are the most delicious in the world!”
“Miss, are you okay?”
In Ann’s concerned eyes, there was a sense of doubt.
“Huh? What?”
“Did you drop the cookie?”
Dropped the cookie?
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…
——
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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