Aini’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected Latil to offer a handshake. But soon, she held out her hand with a smile that curled her eyes.
Aini’s hand was soft and tender, a stark contrast to Latil’s, which was filled with calluses from holding a sword since her childhood. She was pretty even when she smiled.
Her motive for visiting was unknown, but her first impression was incredibly charming.
Without realizing it, Latil stared at Aini’s hand, lost in thought.
Hyacinth, you lived with a woman like this for five years without falling in love? A chuckle escaped from her.
“I was surprised when Her Highness suddenly offered a handshake. I am Aini Tur La, at your service, Your Highness,” she greeted, even after she had let go of the hand.
After her formal greeting, Latil felt increasingly stifled.
After the greeting, Aini looked at Latil for a moment, and Latil silently returned her gaze.
An awkward silence passed between the two of them. It lasted for about two minutes, with Aini holding Latil’s gaze, until she finally spoke.
“Actually, Your Highness. I wanted to discuss the conversation that you and Emperor Hyacinth had a few hours ago, so I took the liberty of visiting.”
A few hours ago, it was when Latil had reunited with Hyacinth. Latil was about to say ‘it’s okay’ without thinking, but then she noticed something strange and frowned. The only ones in the room at the time were Hyacinth and her.
So how could this woman know about that conversation? There’s no way Hyacinth told her?
‘Hyacinth, the duke is keeping a close eye on me, huh? That must be true.’
“Your Highness seems to have different thoughts from Emperor Hyacinth, so I want to speak honestly.”
While analyzing the power structure between the Duke and Hyacinth in her head, Latil advised her with a friendly smile.
“Go ahead.”
“I will never divorce him, not even in five years.”
Latil raised one eyebrow at Aini, who appeared 20 cm shorter than her. Aini was looking back at Latil with determined eyes.
“You didn’t need to tell me your marriage plans.”
As Latil muttered, Aini quickly shook her head.
“It’s not because I love Emperor Hyacinth. It’s because I don’t want to do as he wishes.”
“!”
“I thought my heart was burning when I heard that conversation. Nobody wants to live with a man who is planning to abandon himself for marriage. I wondered if I should break the marriage because of my pride. I thought about it several times.”
Aini’s eyes, which had seemed strong, shook momentarily.
Latil put aside her discomfort, wondering where this woman could have heard their conversation. Yes, regardless of the process, it must have been a horrible conversation from Aini’s point of view.
“But I decided not to do that. The worst thing for Emperor Hyacinth would be if I voluntarily stepped aside.”
“I see……. That’s regrettable.”
“No, I’m grateful. At first, I was just hurt. But when I thought about it, I was thankful to Your Highness. You must be very angry too. That’s why you said what you did.”
“…….”
“And this. I thought you might need it. She’s a regular friend of mine.”
After bowing in greeting, Aini handed something over, bowed again, and left.
Latil blinked her eyes for a while, then unwrapped the box that Aini had left on the table. It was a bottle of infamous liquor.
Bemused, Latil snorted and shook her head.
[This is the time separator]That night, Latil drank the liquor Aini had given her and tried to shake off her dizzying thoughts.
A regular friend, she said. It was indeed a potent drink. At the first sip, she felt a burning sensation. By the second, she felt warmth spreading across her stomach, and by the third, all thoughts of Hyacinth were blown away.
At some point, she found herself just mindlessly tipping the glass.
“That’s right… Is he the only man? No. There are plenty of men. Plenty.”
Drunk, Latil mumbled to herself and took another swig of the drink.
“I need a handsome man. I need a very, very, very handsome man to help me forget him.”
Later on, her memories became intermittent. She kept murmuring about handsome men, and it seemed like she might have been dreaming about such things, as she thought she saw a truly handsome man right before her eyes.
Given the surrealistic face that couldn’t exist in reality, Latil was sure she was drunk and hallucinating.
If it’s a dream, I should seize it. Latil grabbed the man and said something, and the man burst into laughter.
Was I half out of my mind? She couldn’t hear what she was saying or what the man was saying. Half of her consciousness had already vanished.
And that was the last thing. Latil’s memory completely cut off.
And when she opened her eyes. Latil was lying in the garden, tightly embracing a man she’d never seen before.
Latil was completely frozen.
The man in her arms was so beautiful that it wouldn’t be strange if she had mistaken him for a character from her dreams.
His features were so wellbalanced as if they were drawn, and his nose and jawline were attractive. His hair was a clean silver, even his eyelashes were silver.
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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