“But it’s best to dress neatly on the first day at work, right? Yeah, I’ve decided on you.”
With that determined look, she picked out her most modest blue dress. The fabric was rough to the touch. But the lack of extravagant decorations made it a comfortable dress to move in.
“Not bad.”
Marianne looked at her reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smile. The rough texture of the clothing against her skin was not particularly uncomfortable. No, it felt rather comfortable as though she was wearing her own clothes at last.
Marianne’s father was a lowranking public servant at the city hall. Her mother had frugally managed the household, splitting and splitting her meager salary.
Life as Mrs. Schneider had sometimes been suffocating for Marianne. Clothes and jewelry of unimaginable price brought more fear than satisfaction.
But if it was for being with Christoph, she thought it was her part to bear. If Mrs. Schneider looked shabby, the one who would be talked about behind his back would be Christoph. She did not want to become his burden.
“Enough of pointless thoughts.”
Marianne shook her head lightly as if to shake off her confused thoughts. All thoughts always ended up with Christoph.
Christoph Schneider.
Her husband and the perfect man who had everything.
“He was my husband, wasn’t he?”
Once again, after confirming her appearance in the mirror, Marianne opened the room door and went outside. Her always neatly curled blonde hair was now braided and hung down in front of her chest.
As she went downstairs, the landlady, Mrs. List, appeared carrying a bucket.
“Good morning, ma’am.”
It had only been a few days, but Marianne was quite satisfied with the boarding house. As the coachman had boasted, Mrs. List’s cooking skills were excellent.
But what she liked more was the fact that she was the only person dwelling in the twostory boarding house.
“You’re off to work for the first time, Clo… no, Marianne.”
The woman who had been calling her “Mrs. Cloje” awkwardly changed her address as Marianne appeared in a black dress.
“Yes. I’m very nervous.”
Marianne made a slightly sulky expression and pouted. As Mrs. Schneider, she could never have imagined doing such a thing. Exposing her emotions was considered a vulgar act that only commoners would do.
Maybe the saying that clothes make the man means this. Seeing the actions she never did before now come out naturally.
It was not Marianne Schneider but Marianne Cloje’s appearance, a look that she had momentarily forgotten herself.
Marianne once again pulled down the corners of her eyes and sobbed.
“I didn’t sleep last night, either. Every time I fell asleep for a while, I had nightmares.”
“Oh, dear.”
First times are always nervewracking. Once you’ve gone through it, you realize it’s no big deal, but until then, you can’t stop worrying.
It was the same in the past. The day of her first errand, the first day of school, the day of her first exam. And the day she had a grand wedding with Christoph.
Her heart was pounding each time, but she did it well. So she’ll do well this time, too. She had always done well, so suddenly she wouldn’t fail.
Marianne repeated those words to herself as if casting a spell, infusing herself with spirit.
“Let’s see, won’t you take an umbrella?”
Mrs. List, who was scanning her appearance, put down the bucket and asked. Marianne shook her head.
“I don’t want to be nitpicked. I’m already an eyesore; if I take an umbrella, I’ll surely hear ‘looks like she’s come out to play’ and be ridiculed.”
“That’s not it, Marianne.”
Mrs. List put her hands on her hips as if telling her not to talk nonsense. Her eyes slightly squinted.
“An umbrella is needed to blow those guys’ heads off.”
“!”
Marianne, surprised by the unexpected words, suddenly burst into laughter. Then, the tension that had been rigidly built up in her body released all at once.
Ahahaha, wiping the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes, she looked at Mrs. List with affectionate eyes.
“Thank you, ma’am. I’ll be going now.”
“Take care. You can look forward to dinner tonight. I’ll be showing off my culinary skills to celebrate your first day at work.”
“Wow, is that more energizing than any other support?”
With those words, Marianne left the boarding house. Mrs. Leist, who had followed her to the front door, saw her off.
Marianne didn’t hold an umbrella, but strode confidently, swinging her hands back and forth. If anyone were to pick a fight, she thought, she’d knock them out with her fist instead of an umbrella.
(This is a time separator.)
The police station was located in the center of the old city. Blaubergh, with its mountains, plains, and sea, had a salty smell wherever you went. If you took a deep breath, you could even taste the saltiness.
It took exactly 15 minutes to get from the boarding house to the police station. Arriving quite leisurely, Marianne took a deep breath as she looked up at the old stone building.
“This is where I’ll be working from now on.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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