「The birth of the first commonborn Countess?」
「An extraordinary marriage that has overcome the barriers of class! Will it bring fresh wind to the social circle?」
Marianne was not so naive as to not understand what that meant. That her behavior would reflect on Christoph’s reputation.
She had to learn the manners and etiquette of the upper class, so as not to be a disgrace to the Schneider family. It was never an easy time.
Especially for the freespirited Marianne. She thought that time was like pruning.
Cutting off her sprawling branches one by one to become what everyone wanted.
What remained was the elegant and refined Lady Schneider. The bright, cheerful, and curious Marianne could not be found anywhere.
Nevertheless, there were those who looked at her with unease. They were generally women from influential families who had long carried the bloodline of nobility.
In their midst, Marianne had to struggle like a lone general thrown into enemy territory. Teatime with them was like war, and the mental games hidden behind laughter were like exchanging finely honed swords.
Christoph knowing her struggle wasn’t what she wished for. Nor did she wish for his concern. Just once, she wished he would ask, even in passing, how she was doing.
But he never showed interest in the teatimes and soirees she had to attend. He did not know how tough a fight she fought there.
“I never knew you were such a worrier.”
Marianne’s words fell coldly and indifferently. Christoph only looked at her from afar. For a moment, his eyes trembled as if wounded.
Noticing that her voice was colder than she intended, Marianne turned her back, as if to hide her embarrassment, and took up her steps again.
A beat later, the sound of following footsteps was heard.
The two continued walking, only looking forward. Neither stood side by side, nor did they look at each other. A heavy silence settled over their footsteps.
Long since drunk men, cats rummaging in trash cans, and trees swaying in the wind brushed by them and passed.
“…….”
Only when she stood in front of the blue door of the boarding house did Marianne finally stop. The footsteps behind her stopped as well.
Taking a slight breath, she went up the stairs without looking back and entered the boarding house without a word of greeting. Christoph did not stop her either.
“I’m back, Mrs. List.”
Marianne greeted with a slightly bright voice. Mrs. List, who had been in the kitchen, came out wiping her hands on her apron.
“I was just worrying because you were late. Was everything alright, Marianne?”
“Yes, except that I should have taken an umbrella, following your advice.”
“See, what did I tell you? There’s always one rascal around to cause trouble.”
Feigning indignation, Mrs. List said, “Let’s eat dinner quickly.” Marianne nodded.
“I’ll change and come down.”
“Alright, alright.”
Mrs. List headed to the kitchen to heat the food. Marianne went upstairs and took off the hat she was wearing.
Phew.
A sigh she had been holding escaped. After hanging her hat on the wall, she inadvertently glanced out the window while opening the closet door.
Under the slightly darker sky, a black shadow was standing still.
“……. ”
A tall shadow standing still, as if rooted to the ground like a tree.
Marianne’s pupils trembled. Her damp breath scattered between her lips that had been feigning calmness.
Christoph.
At that moment, the shadow slowly lifted its head, as if it had heard her call.
“!”
She quickly hid behind the wall. Her heart pounded, thumping loudly. She clenched her eyes shut, as if to drive away the afterimage imprinted on her retina.
Why?
Why would he do something he hadn’t done before?
A resentful thought reached out. It would be nice to send him away without regrets.
Christoph looked like a man who had desperately inserted his hand just before the door closed. So the conclusion was one of two things.
Either he couldn’t bear the pain and quickly withdrew his hand, or Marianne, unable to watch, opened the door again.
Marianne hoped that he would withdraw his hand. Otherwise, she felt like she might open the door for him at any moment.
Watching Christoph suffer would be harder than she thought. She was the kind of person who cared more about a scratch on his finger than her own gaping wound.
She slowly opened her eyes and let out the breath she had been holding, approaching the dressing table. Her face, dripping with regret, was reflected beyond the mirror.
She couldn’t have looked like this while talking to Christoph, could she? If so, he would have instantly realized her lie.
Marianne’s pupils shook uncontrollably. She who had been gazing at herself in the mirror opened a drawer and took out scissors. The sharp blade aimed at her neck, and the next moment.
Snip, snip.
With a cold sound, her long hair was cut off. Marianne bit her lip hard, praying that her stubborn regrets would be cut off as easily.
“Marianne! Are you still not ready?”
“I’m coming down, ma’am.”
She quickly changed her clothes and went downstairs. Thus, she didn’t know that the black shadow was still standing in front of the house.
“It smells delicious.”
She also didn’t know that he was quietly listening to her voice that leaked from inside the house.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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