“…….”
Bonita tightly sealed her lips. Watching her, Hildley had to revise his initial plans. He had to teach her the alphabet first.
“This is read as ‘Ah.’ Please follow along, ‘Ah.'”
“Ah.”
“Now, can you read it and write it once?”
Fortunately, she wasn’t the type to throw a tantrum about not wanting to do it right from the start. However, he couldn’t delay the tension.
‘It must still be fascinating for her.’
No one knew how long that curiosity would last. He quickly taught her six alphabets, then assigned her homework to repeat it several times until the next class.
“Next is math. Do you happen to know how to do addition or subtraction?”
“Addition?”
Bonita tilted her head.
“So…”
He unfolded the book. There was a drawing of an apple.
“Miss Bonita, do you see an apple here?”
There was an illustration of one apple.
“Miss Bonita, do you see one apple here?”
Bonita nodded.
“Then if we draw one more here…”
After drawing a circle, he drew a stem-like line.
“How many apples are there now?”
“…There’s only one apple.”
“No. One here, and one I drew. So, there are two.”
“This is not an apple…”
Bonita was about to refute but ended up nodding her head instead.
Anyway, she understood what he was trying to say.
“Let’s move on to the next problem.”
Hildley turned the page.
There were five apples.
“Now, here are five apples, right?”
He said so while observing Bonita’s reaction.
Sometimes, there were children who couldn’t count at all. But judging by her nodding expression, she seemed to understand the concept of numbers.
“So, if you eat two here, how many will you have?”
Hildley held a pen.
He was thinking of counting together by making scissor marks on the apples.
But there was no need for that.
“Three.”
“Well done.”
Unlike letters, it seemed she had some understanding of numbers and addition and subtraction concepts.
Afterward, Hildley asked a few single-digit addition and subtraction problems. Bonita easily answered correctly each time.
‘Can she handle two or three-digit numbers?’
Flip.
He flipped through the book, unfolding the back. There, instead of pictures, numbers were written.
11+5=
12+5=
13+5=
“Miss Bonita, can you solve these problems?”
“No…”
As Bonita shook her head hesitantly, Hildley smiled, thinking, ‘Well, I don’t need to teach her all the numbers from the start. I’ll gradually progress while giving her a few practice problems.’
He turned the page.
“Well then, let me explain. First, some easier problems.”
At that moment, the wind blew.
Due to the spring breeze flowing in through the window, the pages flipped again.
Cindy went to the store with a 1000-crown bill to buy five 180-crown breads.
How much change does she have left after buying all the bread?
It was a slightly advanced problem suitable for ten-year-old kids.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Let’s go back to the previous page and start over…”
“I know this!”
“What?”
Hildley blinked.
Bonita, seemingly pleased to find a problem she could solve, confidently shouted while looking at the problem.
“There’s 100 crowns left!”
“Huh…”
Did she say anything at random?
Hildley blinked again and calculated in his mind.
180 times 5 is 900.
It’s the correct answer.
“Huh?”
No, she can’t even do double-digit addition, how did she solve this problem?
Is it a coincidence?
In the midst of confusion, Hildley, unable to let go of the hope, turned to the next page.
Wendy decided to buy a 130-crown coconut.
If Wendy paid with a 1000-crown bill and received 350 crowns as change, how many coconuts did Wendy buy?
“Five!”
This time, Bonita was faster than Hildley’s calculation.
After confirming the answer, Hildley hesitated for a while, then flipped through almost to the last page.
This time, the problem was a calculation that was difficult to solve even with mental arithmetic.
Charlie has 1500 crowns.
Charlie plans to buy 13 chocolate coins for 80 crowns each and two candy bars for 120 crowns each to share with friends. With the remaining money, he wants to buy as many strawberries as possible.
Strawberries cost 30 crowns each.
How many strawberries can Charlie buy?
“You can write it down on paper.”
Hildley said, taking out a pen.
However, after looking at the problem for a moment, Bonita confidently shouted the answer.
“The answer is seven.”
Five seconds later, Hildley also arrived at the same answer.
He rubbed his eyes with a dumbfounded expression and went back to the previous page.
13+5=
“Miss Bonita, about this problem…?”
“…I don’t know about this one…”
What’s this?
Really, what is it?
Hildley blinked his eyes several times in bewilderment.
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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