“Yesterday, someone saw another woman entering his bedroom at night. And it’s not the first time traces of an affair were discovered when cleaning up the bedding in the morning.”
Ugh, disgusting.
Even when reading the original work, I felt deep anger at Eric’s promiscuous behavior. Leaving Floria, such immoral actions by Eric were truly repulsive. Suddenly, thoughts of that crazy pervert Eric appeared, making me feel nauseous.
“So, it seems Princess Floria is greatly distressed.”
That’s right. She must be more angry than heartbroken. Especially after showing Khalern acting casually in front of the enraged Floria.
‘Ah, it’s too scary.’
It would have been better if he had called for me earlier, even if it meant getting scolded first. I was nervous every day, not knowing when I would be called and scolded.
“Oh, and there’s a complete discord among the maids in the Second Prince’s palace.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because of Ginger. Ginger became the head maid.”
“Ah.”
Since Matthias stole the position of head maid, which became vacant due to Martia’s departure, Ginger naturally filled the vacant position. It was expected, considering she was practically Shanna’s lower half.
“She gave all sorts of trivial tasks to those who used to receive less work and were close to her, so there’s no dissatisfaction. What did you get?”
“Me? What about me?”
“I wonder. Since you used to be close to her, she might treat you unfairly too.”
Concerned, I asked, and Sylvia grabbed my hand with a grateful look.
“Are you worrying about me?”
“Of course.”
“Oh my. It’s truly touching, Lady Reneola.”
Wiping away imaginary tears, Sylvia expressed her gratitude.
“I remember when we first met; back then, I didn’t know you were such a kind person. Of course, you’ve been kind to me all this time, but being separated like this, I feel happy again.”
Seeing how she changed the subject, it seemed that Ginger was tormenting Sylvia quite a bit.
I wanted to help, but there was nothing I could do right now. Moreover, Sylvia seemed to want to keep it a secret, so I didn’t press further. Instead, I redirected the conversation to a topic she might enjoy.
“Do you want to eat chocolate caramel?”
“Oh, yes!”
The gift Khalern brought from the inspection of the Hamberth territory was not just spicy candy.
With a disgusted expression on my face, he chuckled and said that it was a real gift, taking out chocolate caramels.
However, already in a state of distrust, I didn’t accept it, and he put a piece in his mouth first. Only then did he mutter as he watched me, who finally accepted it with relieved eyes.
‘Next time will be a bit difficult.’
I wanted to scold him, asking if he planned to play a prank again next time, but due to the sin of silence, I had to keep my mouth shut.
Why on earth would he play such a prank with food? I should ask him one day when I get a chance.
“Princess Reneola, do you raise pigeons?”
“Uh, well.”
Forced to accept.
After a brief answer, when I turned away,
“Eek!”
Thud! Thud! Flutter!
Amidst screams and loud flapping sounds, I snapped out of my thoughts to find pigeons escaping from the cage and flying in the air. Then, glancing at me, they began to rush at me like arrows.
In an instant, I was surrounded by pigeons, and although I tried to shoo them away by waving my hand, it was futile.
“Eek! Go away!”
Even when Sylvia stepped forward to catch the pigeons, they skillfully avoided her.
The pigeons, as if releasing all the resentment that had built up, pecked and flapped their wings in all directions for a while before finally retreating.
The pigeons, who had been looking at me with a satisfied expression, flew out through the open window.
Left in a state of chaos after the ruthless attack, I let out a hollow laugh with a helpless expression.
“G-Good, are you okay, Lady Reneola? I’m sorry; the cage latch was halfway open, so I was trying to close it properly…”
Sylvia, with a deeply apologetic face, removed the feathers clinging to my body.
“It’s okay; it could happen.”
I couldn’t say anything to Sylvia, who was genuinely sorry even though it wasn’t intentional. However, I was concerned about where those crazy pigeons would go next, knowing exactly which way they were heading.
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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