Sure enough, Aris’s blue eyes stealthily glanced to the side.
I scoffed inwardly and looked at Hubert. He had put down his cutlery and was dabbing his mouth with a napkin, every move exuding elegance.
“Igraine, you’re acting a bit unusual today.”
“Me?”
I widened my eyes and tilted my head. Hubert didn’t react further.
I continued, looking at his kind and intelligent face.
“I guess I’m just hungrier than usual.”
Thump!
The sound of silverware clashing against a plate echoed. Aris was stirring her soup bowl aggressively, then took a small sip and grimaced.
‘That was the soup you said was tasty earlier.’
“Hubert, I think we might need to hire a new chef. It seems even Aris’s taste has changed.”
It wasn’t the chef’s fault but Aris’s tantrums. Still, I pretended to be genuinely concerned.
“She’s already so thin, it wouldn’t be good for her to lose more weight. It wouldn’t look good.”
At that, Aris widened her eyes and abruptly turned to Hubert.
“Hubert, do I look bad?”
As if she needed to ask about everything.
I never found her particularly charming, even before, and after returning, she seemed even less so.
Seeing Aris’s upset face, Hubert smiled gently.
“Not at all. You’re very pretty, Aris.”
Aris’s face finally brightened, and I lowered my gaze to my salmon pie.
‘Having to see that again is a bit tough.’
Suddenly, my scalp tingled. Glancing up, I caught Aris stealing glances at me.
Her smug smile caught my attention more than her sneaky glances.
Pretending not to notice, I focused back on my salmon pie, but a smile slipped out.
‘Fine, Hubert, you can have her. Now that I see it, she’s not even worth stealing, heavier than a lead block.’
The next day, I was summoned by Lady Emerun and went to meet her.
Her room, the most luxurious in the mansion, glittered with valuables from every corner.
‘I could make some money selling these to a fence.’
I stored the locations of the valuable items in the room in my mind and turned my head.
Lady Emerun was sitting in an armchair, absorbed in her embroidery. When silent, she resembled a quite sophisticated noblewoman.
‘I thought that’s what a lady should be like when I first saw her.’
Honestly, by appearance alone, she seemed more cultured than the previous Countess.
But that was far from the truth.
“Lady, did you call for me?”
“Yes, I have something to ask you.”
I clasped my hands and waited for her to speak.
Lady Emerun hadn’t looked at me since I entered the room, focusing solely on her embroidery.
Around 10 minutes in, I thought she was just engrossed in her work.
But after more than 30 minutes, I began to suspect the real reason for calling me.
‘Why is she angry?’
Lady Emerun considers herself a cultured noblewoman. Making someone stand indefinitely was her noble way of punishing. I, too, had often been subject to this a few years ago.
After an hour, my calves started to ache. I felt the urge to rub them.
Nobles by birth might endure such punishment stoically, but a street-raised person like me would dramatically proclaim, ‘I’m dying!’ at the slightest discomfort.
‘It’s useful when caught stealing; the startled victim gives you a chance to escape.’
But here, such exaggeration would only earn me scornful glances, so I endured.
Finally, Lady Emerun finished her embroidery. My eyes sparkled.
Would she now speak her mind? But she simply took out new fabric.
I clicked my tongue internally.
‘Of course.’
The me of a few years ago, and before my death, would have humbly endured her torment.
Despite some issues, she was an elder of the house, and unlike me, she was a noble from birth.
But having faced the guillotine, my thoughts have slightly changed.
‘What’s the use of all that? In death, we’re all the same.’
Do nobles turn into jewels instead of ashes when they die? No. They become the same dust as everyone else.
I couldn’t deny the existing rules and customs of this society, but complying with them was a different matter.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Finally, her gaze, which had been fixed on her embroidery, shifted to me.
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…
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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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