Just as expected.
As soon as I stepped in, Betty spotted me and rushed towards me.
“Miss Anette, it’s a disaster. The mansion is in total chaos.”
“Why?”
“The lord and lady heard about the events of today and decided to kill Viscount Melson…….”
She trailed off as she glanced around.
It seemed that my father had faithfully relayed the news from this morning to my mother.
“It seems that what you said this morning had an effect.”
My memory wasn’t just about Anette and other main characters.
The entire content of the original. In other words, I remember all the characters from the original, including Violet and Serdis.
Mr. Melson.
After looking at the guest book yesterday, I remembered something.
‘Why did Viscount Melson become a doctor?’
His information that differed from the original.
In the original, he was a swindler. An extra who clung to the softhearted Violet, sucked her dry, and died just as miserably as I did later.
The fact that he became a personal physician, unlike the original, and that he was attached to our family, not Violet, was also strange.
‘Did something change because of my possession?’
That was also a possibility.
Then, I had to deal with the knot that was created because of me.
Melson was a villain. To the point where he would lay his hands on the maidservants of the duke’s family without hesitation.
Just as expected.
While searching for articles related to Hertian, I found quite a few stories about Melson.
Stories about him buying slaves with the money he swindled from our family, getting drunk and assaulting them. Such stories were not uncommon among nobles, so they didn’t cause much of a fuss and were only mentioned in the corner of old newspapers.
Even if my father saw it, he would have shrugged it off.
Normally, that would be the case for other people’s affairs.
Early dawn.
It was when the maids were gathering to prepare breakfast.
“I have something I want to ask you.”
I gathered the maids who were rubbing their swollen eyes and said.
“Something unpleasant happened after Mr. Melson visited yesterday.”
With a false rumor like what Melson had done.
“Sir, no, Viscount Melson, was caught trying to assault one of our family’s maids.”
Upon hearing my fake rumor, the maids’ eyes trembled. Some turned pale. However, none of them seemed surprised.
“……I knew it would come to this someday.”
“That’s right.”
They accepted it as if they had anticipated this situation. One of the maids in the front asked.
“Miss, who was the victim?”
“I won’t say for her sake. However,”
I continued in a choked voice, mixed with teary grief.
“If there’s anyone who has suffered at the hands of Viscount Melson, please tell my mother today. Although Viscount Melson is a family doctor, you are our family. I ask for your cooperation so that there won’t be any more victims among our family.”
With that, I left my seat.
The same was true for my father. I just slipped a few articles that could scratch his solid trust. He must have seen the article as he reads the newspaper regularly. He would have shrugged it off. But what if the news and the words of the housemaids were added together?
“Melson, that bastard! Where the hell is he hiding? Just until yesterday, he would show up whenever I called, so where did he disappear to?”
The effect was perfect.
Melson, who had been a benefactor just yesterday, had turned into a scoundrel today.
Father scolded the butler, and mother was shedding tears.
“We cannot simply overlook this. When I think about how our children must have suffered in silence all this time, it seems insufficient even if we take revenge right away.”
Quite a few maids must have gone to my mother.
Mother’s face turned red, and she fumed with anger.
“Not just one or two, but several. My heart was torn to pieces by the tears of those children.”
Even if other nobles didn’t know, I expected Mother, who supported poor peasant artists, to be angry.
“This is an insult to our family. We need to show them their place.”
Now that it was a matter of the family, the incident wouldn’t be taken lightly by my father.
‘What a state the house is in…….’
Things were running smoothly.
The house was running well on its own, just as I had wanted. It seemed that Melson had noticed first and had slipped away. Although it was a pity, Melson wasn’t the important issue at the moment.
I leisurely walked around the mansion, which had become a marketplace, and approached my father.
“Father. What’s going on?”
“Ah, Anette. So, you’ve come back safely?”
Father was surprised, not realizing that I had entered his office. I looked around calmly and asked.
“More importantly, what happened? Why is mother crying?”
“It’s not your concern. Father will handle it.”
Father patted my shoulder and avoided my gaze. He didn’t seem to intend to explain the details of the matter. It didn’t matter to me since I already knew. Instead, before leaving, I handed over a letter from Edward to my father. It was a letter that Hertian had delivered on Edward’s behalf.
“There was a bit of an incident. Edward left a letter before he left.”
“An incident? A letter?”
Father’s eyes sparkled.
“Just open it and see.”
After reading the contents, Father crumpled up the letter and threw it on the floor.
“None of them are decent!”
The letter was about Edward’s refusal to meet me. It seemed that he had disappeared after being threatened by Serdis.
That was a relief for me.
“I guess there’s no one to accept me because I’m immature. I don’t know how to date, and I don’t know how to deal with people…….”
Pretending to sob, I made a pitiful face.
Father then took a look at me. It seemed he had noticed the nosebleed on my pink dress. This time, he let out a grunt.
“What do you lack? Your mother and I raised you so preciously. Do you think being sick is a flaw? Even healthy people don’t know how they might die tomorrow morning. What does it matter if you’re sick?”
“But…….”
I made a sobbing sound and pretended to wipe nonexistent tears.
“You’re right, Father. I won’t think like that.”
“That’s my girl. Ah, I shouldn’t have forced you out if I knew your health was poor. I’m sorry for being a bad father.”
Father gently pulled up my clothes and made a sad face. He gently brushed around my nose, which still had traces of nosebleed.
“Father. But today, I was in the Duke’s debt.”
“The Duke?”
When Hertian’s name was mentioned, Father’s eyebrows twitched. His bad perception of Hertian hadn’t disappeared, apart from Lord Melson.
“I went to Lake Aor today, and I fainted on the boat. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Edward had left a note and gone, and the Duke was beside me.”
“The Duke saved you?”
I nodded lightly and continued.
“He even brought me home after seeing me in this state.”
I finished talking without exaggerating too much.
Looking at Father, who had a deep frown, I turned around.
“I’m going to wash up now. Don’t overdo it, Father.”
The rest was up to Father’s judgment.
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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