“When did you know? How did you find out?”
That question came out first.
“Surely, you didn’t do any background check?”
Even I unintentionally blurted out a rude remark. I quickly picked up my words.
“Please forget what I just said. It was a mistake.”
“It seemed like you weren’t interested in the lady. No, to be precise, you wanted to look good in front of the lady rather than showing genuine interest.”
“So, it was noticeable…….”
I didn’t realize.
I just believed that Mikael thought I was Casian because he had my letter.
I didn’t want to doubt a long-time friend. But if Hertian, whom I met only once, could notice, it meant that Mikael’s attitude had many unconvincing aspects.
“I was foolish.”
His voice was soaked with emotion.
Realizing that I failed to notice the fact hurt more than when I found out that Mikael was fake.
“I wanted to believe. I needed someone who understood me, who I could share my complaints and rely on. Selfish, isn’t it?”
That made my eyes blurry.
Despite several crises, I had given Mikael the chance to become Casian.
“The person who deceived is at fault, not the lady. It’s not your fault.”
Between the frequent raindrops, his face appeared vivid.
Hertian stood there with a more pained expression than mine, as if representing his affectionate nature.
I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“So, did you come all the way here because you were worried about me getting soaked while going sadly to Mikael’s mansion?”
As if to say, he blinked his wet eyes.
“I thought you knew how to cry.”
“But the lady isn’t crying?”
“Of course not! I even smiled. Just like now.”
I laughed loudly in front of him. Not only that, I even showed the gesture of tearing the corners of my mouth with both fingers, making a wide smile. Hertian observed me, not understanding my English.
“Why? Does it look strange?”
“The shock seems to have been too big.”
“Well, the shock was significant. I have all the information I had forgotten written on paper… Ugh.”
A shiver ran down my spine, brushing off the rain with my arm.
“It’s nauseating to think that I could be deceived by such a thing.”
“Was there anything wrong at the marquisate?”
“There was a lot. After Mikael became the pseudo-marquis, the house became a mess. The marquise is worried that the sons will shed blood over the succession fight.”
And I couldn’t bear the fact that I contributed to that fight.
“Serdith offered the position of pseudo-marquis to Mikael. That’s how this trouble started.”
I told Hertian everything I had seen and heard without holding back.
“Did you fight then?”
I turned my head.
“No.”
What’s left to gain from fighting with Mikael!
At least, I will repay what I received.
“I rather felt good because Mikael wasn’t my close friend. I’ve often wished that Casian wasn’t that kind of person.”
“What kind of friend do you wish for the lady? That person.”
“I…….”
Our eyes met.
‘Someone like Hertian.’
If Casian existed, I hoped he would be like Hertian.
Someone who gets along well with me and can talk openly.
I felt comfortable with Hertian from the first time I met him.
He rescued me, a runaway bride seeking a contract husband. The scenes of that long night and today overlapped.
‘But Hertian becoming Casian will never happen.’
Hertian is just Hertian.
“You don’t need to know.”
I turned away from him quietly.
Even if I speak out, it will only instill hope in him.
“All right.”
At that moment, Hertian stepped forward, stood in front of me, and said confidently, “I will be that friend for you.” He spoke as if he had read even my thoughts.
“Did you say you need me?”
“Whether the lady needs it or not, I will do it. I’ll be the kind of friend who can listen to you anytime, not a pen pal you have to wait a long time for a reply after sending a letter.”
Honestly, it made me hesitate.
A handsome man, slightly smiling in the rain, extended his hand. It’s hard for any woman not to be captivated.
‘Is there any ulterior motive?’
Hertian, looking at me quietly, asked.
“Why are you hesitating? Did you think I took the opportunity because I like the lady?”
My eyes widened at his explicit words.
Indeed, he knew my feelings too well.
“No, did you think I was thoroughly examining whether Hertian is qualified to be my friend?”
Hertian squinted his eyes.
I reacted excessively.
“Tell me your conditions.”
“Here?”
“Isn’t anything possible?”
Certainly, anything was possible.
Rather, we could distance ourselves as friends instead of enduring the discomfort as it is.
Hertian swept back his damp hair and grinned.
“Of course, you’ll pass. I know the lady better than the paper written by the pseudo-marquis.”
There was no room for rebuttal.
No one understood me as well as Hertian did.
But why did I feel like I was losing if I accepted?
“Since we’re on the same side as long as the marriage continues, I’ll accept.”
As I added the reason, Hertian chuckled softly.
“Thank you for accepting.”
“There’s nothing to thank for…….”
I was about to say there was nothing to thank for, but my words eventually faded away.
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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