Raymond Growen.
He was the Duke of the Beast Territory, the rightful heir to the power of Dragon Blood as the head of the Growen family.
The duty of the head was to protect an ancient land, severed from the external world.
Raymond had never hesitated to endure ascetic trials since birth in order to fulfill his responsibilities, and upon ascending to the ducal throne, he properly led his family’s sacred mission.
Yet even this perfect man had one single flaw.
It was the ancient duty of a life partner passed down through generations.
Dragon and Spice.
The immense power of the dragon threatened the stability of Dragon Blood’s mind, and only the Spice could heal that mind—she was the sole cure.
Thus their existence was inevitable, a pair destined by heaven.
But Raymond had always denied this truth.
‘Ridiculous.’
He had always upheld perfection and spared no effort in fulfilling the duty of one who wielded power.
That he must accept a woman possessing a specific power as his partner was, to him, his only flaw—an embarrassment he concealed.
To control the beasts, the power of Dragon Blood was essential.
But the more he used his strength, the more his mind became tainted, and eventually, he would risk losing control.
The rampage of Dragon Blood was not ordinary madness.
It was a terrifying, cruel act—reducing the wielder to a mere beast, trampling and burning the lands his family had cultivated for ages, destroying every living thing.
That was the tragic history left behind by Dragon Bloods who had lost their Spice, recorded long ago.
He could not bear the thought of committing such heinous acts upon the very land he personally governed.
Eventually, when his mind approached its limit, Raymond had no choice but to bring forth the Spice bride.
The one woman designated long before he became duke—his only destined partner.
For generations, Dragon Bloods had taken Spices as brides, and Raymond’s own mother had been a Spice.
Yet even as his sanity crumbled, he failed to understand the bond between Dragon Blood and Spice.
All he felt was a rising discomfort toward this silent, oppressive sensation that restrained him.
On the day he was to welcome the bride,
he ultimately had to personally go to the barrier to meet her.
And the bride he faced was even more pitiful than expected.
In the Beast Territory, everyone—regardless of gender—was expected to fulfill their role.
But the woman standing at the edge of the cliff seemed like a fragile noble daughter who had lived without ever asserting herself.
Beautiful, yet utterly useless.
‘Is this person really going to control my fate from now on?’
He was simply speechless.
Disgusted beyond tolerance, he issued a command and turned his horse away.
He heard his subordinate calling after him, but he didn’t care.
The thought that a woman with such a blank expression would now be involved in his life was humiliating to the point of wounding his pride.
So he left.
As usual, he went on to subdue the rampaging beasts in the Fire Territory.
The absence of the true dragon had left a profound impact on later generations.
Just as Dragon Blood’s mind became corrupted, so too did the beasts.
The beasts were connected to all nature in this land.
It was the primary duty of the Dragon Blood to eliminate those beasts who gradually lost their minds due to the dragon’s absence, returning them to the soil so they could be reborn as new life.
Thus, within this eternal paradise forged by the dragon’s power, the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth had emerged.
That was the law of this place, the natural order.
As he suppressed the raging beasts, the confusion in his mind began to clear, if only slightly.
The blank-faced woman beyond the barrier was the same.
‘Yes. She’s merely a tool.’
A tool used when needed, solely to heal his mind.
The Summer Territory was the most difficult area for subduing beasts, and it usually took a full week to fully pacify it.
During that time, the bride would have arrived at the castle and quietly secluded herself like a mouse.
The thought brought him a small measure of satisfaction—
at least until a messenger from the Spring Territory delivered the bride’s message.
‘Please let me know right away if another woman appears.’
It was an absurd statement.
And at the same moment, he became furious.
‘Does she take me for such a shameless man?’
That she could harbor such thoughts while looking at him with such a docile, blank gaze—utterly speechless.
After that, he could not focus on his duties.
He grew increasingly resentful toward the woman who dared to judge him so.
Eventually, he even sneaked to the Spring Territory at night.
‘I’ll show you what shameless really means.’
He intended to confront her and demand an explanation.
He looked down at the woman, who appeared deeply asleep, her eyes tightly shut.
He meant to question her the moment she opened her eyes—but for a brief moment, he froze.
Her eyelashes flickered like strands of golden thread. Her drowsy eyes, just awakened, seemed hazy yet sparkled like stars chasing across a distant night sky.
But soon, he saw his own reflection in those eyes—and it was rather captivating.
“What did you mean by…?”
Before he could finish asking why she had said that, the woman suddenly grasped his arm.
At that instant, the communion began.
Instinctively, he knew. This was the communion between Dragon and Spice, passed down through generations.
A sharp, sweet tingle, like thick honey running down his skin and into his taste buds.
He couldn’t regain his senses—this sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Before he realized it, the communion had ended.
Raymond stared at the woman’s slightly flushed face.
‘Her name was Yerpi, wasn’t it?’
Only then did her name come to mind, and he truly saw her appearance.
Luxuriant golden hair flowing softly, as if holding honey within.
Green eyes like captured foliage, fresh and vibrant, complemented her pale skin and petite frame, which seemed as soft as untouched snow before melting.
He wanted to touch her a little more.
The moment the thought formed, Raymond frowned sharply, as if waking from a dream.
‘Want to touch her?’
He was bewildered by his own thought.
As if sensing his turmoil, the woman before him, with a clear expression, simply asked:
“Is it over now?”
At that moment, his mind went completely blank.
He couldn’t even answer her, and had to leave the tent.
When he first crossed into the Spring Territory and sought her tent, he had come as a proud judge, ready to interrogate her.
But as he left, he felt utterly ridiculous, no better than a petty thief.
He didn’t even remember how he managed to return all the way to the Summer Territory.
This kind of experience was truly unprecedented.
That night, he couldn’t sleep.
The next morning,
a new day dawned in which he had to subdue the beasts once more.
He swung his sword as he always did.
His body felt unbelievably light and refreshed.
Even the headaches that had tormented him every time were gone.
Others seemed to notice too—another subordinate beside him remarked:
“You seem to be in good condition today.”
Was it really that obvious?
His body felt astonishingly light, and his irritability had lessened.
So this was the effect of the Spice?
But he refused to admit it.
The more he resisted, the more Yerpi’s face kept flashing before his eyes from the previous night.
Eventually, he finished a week’s worth of suppression in a fraction of the time and returned to the Spring Territory.
‘Maybe I’ll understand if I see her again.’
Whether last night’s sensation had been real or not.
He had only intended to pass by briefly.
That was, until his tactless subordinate suggested a meal together.
At the subordinate’s words, Yerpi’s expression instantly stiffened.
‘So she doesn’t even want to eat with a shameless man? What is this?’
Her expression irritated Raymond, and in the end, he accepted the inappropriate invitation.
Thus, Raymond ended up sitting alone with the woman.
The food served gave off a strong aroma, yet it didn’t seem appetizing at all.
Only the rich, sweet scent of spice filled his nostrils.
Meanwhile, Yerpi clearly showed signs of discomfort toward him.
‘How annoying.’
As if he had actually done something wrong.
‘How long does she plan to keep acting like this?’
The woman, constantly biting the inside of her cheek, bothered him so much that he finally couldn’t hold back—he reached out his hand.
The warmth inside her mouth. The burning sensation.
Seeing her flushed cheeks, he felt an urge to tease her deliberately.
After all, if anything, it was she who had acted first.
Raymond observed the bewildered bride, recalling the previous night.
Perhaps she had changed the subject before he could even ask.
Finally, a strained reply came to his question.
“It’s not that.”
The woman, giving an ambiguous answer, immediately began apologizing profusely, looking utterly defeated.
Seeing her lowered eyes, he felt as though he had become the villain.
It was a feeling he had never experienced—angry, yet deflated.
That was when he noticed the bruise on her wrist.
It wasn’t something he had caused. Sudden irritation flared.
“I heard she had never left the Count’s estate.”
He decided it would be wise to look into her past.
This sudden interest felt unfamiliar, yet he quickly deemed it justified.
After all, he had accepted her as his bride—wasn’t it only natural to investigate her background? Such was his selfish reasoning.
After dinner, the bride turned to leave the tent.
A gaze, observing this unfamiliar possession now belonging to him, sharply fixed on her shoulder.
“Hey. Wait a moment.”
She nearly collapsed sideways as she turned.
He caught her with his firm body.
A high fever burned on the bride’s forehead.
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?
——
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!”
——
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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