My Fiancé Keeps Trying to Raise Me (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 133
I simply could not believe it.
It felt as though I were dreaming or watching a perfectly staged play.
No matter that we were both princesses, I had always believed that Anet—abandoned and ignored as she was—could never match me in status, elegance, or beauty.
Bridget bit her lip hard.
I didn’t want to admit it, but ever since coming to the Alkan Empire, the positions between Anet and me had completely reversed.
Anet entered as if it were the most natural thing in the world, escorted by the grand duke down the path people cleared for her, while I appeared holding the hand of some randomly chosen escort knight and received not a single glance.
Recalling the lukewarm reaction directed at her when we entered the banquet hall, Bridget’s expression twisted.
In truth, no one had the leisure to pay attention to a princess from the not-particularly-powerful Heyworth Kingdom who was not even in line for the throne.
Much less a princess born to a concubine of common birth. The haughty nobles inwardly despised Bridget.
Having never experienced such treatment before, Bridget could only feel that everything happening now was like a lie.
The shock was so great that she even thought of Franz, who had suddenly claimed to feel unwell and skipped the banquet altogether.
In fact, since Anet—who had only ever been a hindrance in Franz’s life—had won the swordsmanship tournament and become the protagonist of the banquet, Bridget had assumed that even Franz, who usually acted aloof and treated her like she didn’t exist, would attend and strut around.
Yet he had thrown away that perfect opportunity himself.
While part of her felt relieved, Bridget had sunk so low that she wondered if things might have been different had she attended with Franz.
And her assumption was not wrong.
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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.
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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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The novel is very good and cute and I think I’d read it
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