“I’ve read every issue from the first publication to today. I found out that the publisher of the Alleycat Times belongs to certain circles. Like Lady Ettua’s flower arranging club, Smith’s riding club. And you were invited to Prince David’s birthday party three years in a row, and attended in person. But not to Prince Chase’s birthday.”
“There must be many people like that.”
“Exactly three. You, Devora, and then Patricia, and lastly Jasmine.”
Devora looked up, having previously kept her gaze down.
“Could that tea time be…”
“Yes, it was a meeting created to find the publisher of the Alleycat Times. There, I dropped a story worth writing about. Have you seen today’s Alleycat Times?”
“I have.”
Devora’s nonchalance in responding, despite having written it herself, slightly impressed Elise.
Today’s Alleycat Times included some of the stories shared during Elise’s tea time.
Titled ‘Ladies’ Secret Confidential Talks’, it was written like a novel, but it contained Elise’s kissing experience.
Anyone else might not have noticed, but Elise, who had shared the story herself, instantly recognized that she was the protagonist in ‘Ladies’ Secret Confidential Talks’.
“Now you know why I identified you as the publisher of the Alleycat Times.”
“I don’t see it.”
Whether she was pretending not to understand or truly didn’t, Elise wasn’t sure.
If it was the former, Elise was ready to applaud her acting skills; if the latter, she would be disappointed in her obtuseness.
Elise exhaled. If she continued to deny it, Elise would make it undeniable.
“Patricia wouldn’t write anything favorable about me. I could tell she doesn’t like me from our meeting that day. And Jasmine wasn’t interested in my story. Precisely, the topic of ‘kisses’. At first, she seemed interested, but then she asked me what I was wearing when I kissed. If Jasmine were the publisher, the Alleycat Times would have filled a page with what we were wearing that day, the accessories we had on.”
Devora chewed on her lower lip.
“Shall I drive the final nail in the coffin? Handwriting.”
“The handwriting would certainly be different, wouldn’t it?”
Hearing Devora’s question, Elise smiled triumphantly.
The question was as good as Devora admitting she was the publisher of the Alleycat Times.
Realizing her slip-up, Devora sighed.
“Fine, I’m the publisher of the Alleycat Times. So what? Do you want me to confess that in front of the nobility and apologize?”
“Of course not.”
“Or are you going to threaten me to stop publishing the Alleycat Times?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because the next article is about…”
Devora stopped mid-sentence.
Before coming here, she had received a confidential tip about Elise.
The content was so shocking that, despite being a scoop, Devora was debating whether to write about it or not.
Not out of concern for Elise, but fearing the backlash if it turned out to be false.
Especially since royalty was involved, she had to be more cautious.
“It’s fine, write whatever you want about me.”
Even without knowing what it was.
Devora’s lips twitched. Just to be safe, she decided to keep the tip a secret.
“You didn’t figure this out just for fun. What do you want?”
For three years, Devora had been publishing the gossip magazine alone.
During that time, she had experienced many harsh realities that ordinary noble ladies couldn’t even imagine.
There was no need to be intimidated just because she was caught. Devora lifted her chin defiantly.
“I don’t particularly want anything, I’m just offering you information.”
Devora narrowed her eyes.
As a gossip magazine publisher, Devora had learned many things, one of which she held as an absolute truth.
Nothing in this world is free.
Those who provided information, the printing press that published the gossip magazine, the kids who delivered it – none of them worked for free.
The world didn’t operate on mere affection, vanity, or notions of social justice.
You give and take to avoid trouble later.
“Trust me, I mean it.”
So she knows about the tip.
Devora relaxed.
“Ha, you’re beating around the bush just to tell me not to write the article. I’ll ask you one thing. The rumor about you and Prince Titris is a lie, right?”
“It’s true. Please write that article.”
“……!”
Devora’s face cracked with surprise.
Amused by her shocked expression, Elise smiled lightly.
“If you really need to feel like you owe me something, then write the article very explicitly and sensationally. Let that be my request.”
Devora’s mouth fell open in astonishment.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
