Thud!
Antara, having irritably thrown the fox shawl and fan onto the couch, glared at the innocent objects and grumbled under her breath.
“Aaaargh!”
Suddenly screaming, Antara swept everything off the console in a fit of rage, but her anger wasn’t appeased.
Standing and leaning on the console, Antara’s face contorted as she remembered the recent events.
She was so taken aback that she was at a loss for words.
For the past four years, Ettrisha had trembled at every word from Antara, but she had changed overnight. She was the same person only in appearance but clearly someone different in essence.
Her logical counterarguments, the courage in her retorts, and her savvy in seizing control of the conversation…
‘It’s as if she’s become a real lady.’
Her dignified posture and steady gaze even appeared graceful and majestic.
No, Antara immediately shook her head in denial.
“That’s impossible.”
It was just a misconception caused by an unexpected counterattack.
Antara was convinced.
‘Countess Antara Dien, it’s a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I’ve heard about you from Devon, but I never imagined you’d be this beautiful.’
She had turned the once radiant Ettrisha into a recluse.
She barely spoke, and when she did, it was only a few childish phrases to servants.
She hardly ever smiled or ate, and her only exposure to sunlight was during garden walks.
In the last four years, Antara’s efforts to isolate her from social activities led to Ettrisha being nicknamed the reclusive countess.
Cut off from social connections, Ettrisha became dispirited and gloomy, even stuttering at times.
She couldn’t have transformed so completely in just one day.
Even with this growing feeling of alienation, excited Antara’s shallow thoughts didn’t reach that far.
Antara hastily concluded it was her daughter-in-law’s rebellion.
‘You’ve had enough after four years, haven’t you, Ettrisha?’
She had thought there might come a day of great rebellion. She just hadn’t expected it to be today.
Antara squinted her eyes and smiled venomously.
‘She must have been sweating with her bold act. Just a temporary rebellion and protest. She’ll soon be crawling back to me.’
Antara went to the bed and rang the bell rope.
As the maid entered with permission, Antara beckoned her over. Her whispering red lips resembled a serpent’s tongue.
After sending the maid away, Antara quickly cheered up, picking up the fox shawl she had thrown onto the sofa.
“Hmmhm.”
Humming contentedly, she rubbed her cheek against the shawl, laughing joyfully.
To maintain discipline, one must shake the opponent’s spirit with a terrifying method they’d never imagine.
‘You’ll regret it, Ettrisha.’
Her elevated humming eerily resonated from the bedroom door through the cold corridor.
I patted my chest with a fist.
‘Shouldn’t have eaten that Madeleine.’
It seems I had a bit of indigestion. Witnessing the loss of a lover and friends right in front of my eyes led me to impulsively offer clumsy consolation.
‘Well, at least I survived a deadly crisis.’
A content smile spread across my face.
The shabby carriage rented in town wasn’t comfortable, jolting and bumping my head occasionally, but I was almost grateful for it.
Now, all that was left was divorce – first, second, and third on my list.
I was determined to bid farewell to that wretched family and enjoy a glamorous single life.
Of course, I didn’t plan to grant an easy divorce.
I intended to expose Devon’s manipulation of the will, send him to prison, and isolate Antara from the social scene.
However, currently, all assets and titles were vested in Devon.
The one thing I was counting on was the Emperor, the most powerful man in the empire, who doted on me like a daughter.
The one who had doted on me like a daughter was the Emperor, the most powerful figure in the Empire.
The Emperor was particularly fond of Ettrisha.
There were even records from officials of the young Ettrisha sitting on the Emperor’s lap during audiences with her father.
‘It makes sense.’
After the previous Emperor’s death, the then Crown Prince, who is now the Emperor, was able to win the bloody struggle for the throne against his maternal grandfather, thanks to Count Vuiel’s support. The Count had absurdly supplied Luvron ore to the Emperor at a very cheap price.
‘It was this mineral that elevated the Vuiel family, who were mere nobles, to high nobility and wealthy status.’
Luvron.
A magic stone that served as both a shield and a sword for its owner, causing ringing in the ears, hallucinations, and burns to nearby monsters.
Across the world, monsters, one of the oldest races coexisting with humans, appeared sporadically.
They devoured humans at will, and humans fiercely resisted.
However, it was not easy to subdue the monsters who had accumulated intelligence through learning and experience.
Especially about a few decades ago, with the lineage of the Saints broken, warriors had no choice but to physically fight despite the support of the Mage Tower.
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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