After the hunting competition, Larisa looked at the pile of beast carcasses floating on the carriage with a slightly nauseated expression.
“Are you taking that with you?”
“Yeah. It’s all yours.”
“Mine?”
“Earlier, I dedicated the crown to you. It means I dedicate all the prey to you too.”
Gwynavere smiled proudly. She had her own thoughts as well.
Although they could teleport everything back to the mansion instantly, Gwynavere decided to ride the carriage openly, advertising herself as the winner of the hunting competition.
This way, everyone would know that Larisa was the owner of the crown, and those who ignored her because she lacked noble status would disappear.
Unaware of such thoughts, Larisa frowned.
“You don’t have to give me those… Can’t you just give me the crown?”
“Stop saying that. It’s all yours; think about how to handle it.”
Seven-year-old Larisa shook her head desperately. She couldn’t come up with any ideas. Hedel smiled kindly and said,
“It’s okay to freeze everything and put it in the frozen warehouse, so you don’t have to worry, Miss Lara.”
“A frozen warehouse?”
“If we freeze and store it with magic, you won’t need to buy meat for about a year, right?”
Although reassured by these words, Larisa continued to ponder throughout the carriage ride.
A pile of beast carcasses floating on the carriage, following along. The eerie sight was enough to make people inside the carriage scream, and the screams could be heard even inside.
“Gwynavere is a good witch, but people are misunderstanding her again.”
Larisa asked cautiously,
“Um… Are you really giving all of those to me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, can I do whatever I want with them?”
“That’s what I said. You keep asking obvious things.”
“Can I distribute the meat to people?”
When Gwynavere looked at her strangely, Larisa was taken aback.
“S-Sorry. But if you stack them in front of the mansion and give them away for free, many people will come and take them.”
“Give them to people?”
“Yes…”
Larisa quickly nodded, fearing that Gwynavere might dislike the idea.
After some contemplation, Gwynavere spoke up.
“Why not.”
“Huh?”
“Do whatever you want.”
During the impoverished days, Gwynavere had survived on the bread and meat shared by wealthy people.
‘Why didn’t I think of that?’
Naturally, the selfish Gwynavere had never given away her things to others in her entire life.
But hearing Larisa’s suggestion, it seemed like a good idea. It was also a good way to advertise Larisa Rodante’s existence throughout the city while helping others.
“Then it’s better to set up a soup kitchen in your name. Hedel.”
“Yes, Master.”
“How long will it take if we start preparing now?”
“Three hours should be sufficient.”
“I believe you.”
Hedel was competent. In less than two hours, a soup kitchen was set up in the largest central square of the capital. He had obtained permission from the palace and government offices, gathered slaughterhouse workers and butchers from within the city, and completed the preparations.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Hedel shrugged his shoulders. His mentor was generally stingy with compliments, but when it came to matters related to Larisa, the praise was abundantly given.
Thanks to this, he was finding joy in his work these days. His severely damaged self-esteem, which he thought was utterly incompetent compared to his mentor, was being filled up by Larisa.
“Mr. Hedel, how did you manage this? It’s really amazing.”
“It’s nothing special.”
‘Our troublemaker.’
With a satisfied smile, Hedel patted Larisa’s head.
“But what if people don’t come?”
“No need to worry about that.”
Hedel confidently extended his chest and spoke. The magicians of the Rodante family began casting spells upon seeing Hedel’s signal. Then, they started chanting in unison.
[Larisa Rodante is distributing meat in the central square.]The magicians’ proclamation spread throughout the city on the wind, reaching far and wide. People, feeling as if someone nearby was shouting, looked around, but they couldn’t find anyone.
Starting with the curiosity of those living nearby, a crowd began to gather around the soup kitchen.
The impoverished people who had come to the central square, just in case, were moved. It wasn’t the foul-smelling meat that nobles had salted and stored, only to distribute to the poor when it became unbearable to eat. It was fresh meat, the flesh of large animals like deer or wild boars that even nobles could enjoy.
[Larisa Rodante is distributing meat in the central square.]“Lara! It’s really you!”
Among them, one of the poor people who remembered Larisa from the back alley rat days tried to recognize her, but Hedel intervened.
“It’s okay, Mr. Hedel. I’m Lara. Marina’s daughter, Larisa.”
“Yeah, it’s really you. I thought you were a princess…”
The woman who tried to shake hands with Larisa had to hide her dirty hands by wiping them on her apron when Hedel gestured. Upon doing so, Larisa embraced the woman and said,
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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