“What on earth is Butler Jocelyn thinking? He’s been acting strange for a long time. Like he has some authority in the Ducal house.”
“Lower your voice. Unless you want to get slapped and chased out like someone.”
“He got caught stealing a spoon, that’s why.”
“And who knows if he really tried to steal? When he got punished like that, what do you think will happen if Jocelyn hears you gossiping?”
Then another chef, who had been quietly chopping on the other side, chuckled and nodded his head.
“Yeah, did you already forget about Marshal?”
“Ah… that kid.”
An awkward and strange silence passed between the chefs. A chef who had been slicing a flattened piece of meat spoke again.
“That kid, he must have died by now. Given how harshly he was beaten.”
“Jocelyn is no human, you know. Sometimes he seems demonic.”
“Speaking of which, does Her Highness know that Marshal was beaten so badly?”
“If she knew, do you think she’d stay put? She threw a tantrum for three days and nights when she heard he was chased out. Wasn’t it around that time she threw an inkpot into Jocelyn’s room?”
“What a mess that was. She happened to throw a red inkpot. I thought there had been a murder.”
Just then, a loud Bang! sounded. The chefs, who had been giggling, flinched their shoulders and turned toward the sound.
The source of the sound was the head chef, hitting the edge of the pot with his ladle. He glared at the chefs with an even more menacing expression than usual.
“Shut up and get back to work.”
The cooks focused on their work without making a sound as they saw the intensity in his eyes that reached up to his forehead. The only noises were the chopping of ingredients and the sounds of cooking; finally, the head chef turned his head towards the pot of boiling soup that bubbled away. However, his hand holding the ladle trembled constantly.
Then he ignored the crying boy’s voice and without a moment’s hesitation, locked him in the storage room. The boy who was locked up for a night came out shaking all over and looked pale as if drained of all color.
Jocelyn mercilessly beat the child and drove him away. She heard that the unconscious child was dumped somewhere in the village by the stable hand who loaded him onto a cart.
The incident suddenly came to mind… It wasn’t the cooks’ idle chatter. In reality, it wasn’t the chef who had volunteered to lock up Marshal. He had just stepped out to smoke and unluckily caught the eye of that witch-like woman…
‘Damn it! What does this have to do with me? It’s not like I did something wrong! Who dies from being locked up for one day?’
No one knew whether Marshal was alive or dead. However, no one said he would have survived.
Ariante only knew that Marshal had been driven away by Jocelyn overnight. It was only natural for Ariante to get furious as the one person he had opened up to disappeared.
Picking fights with the servants over trivial matters, kicking them in the shins, and ripping apart the tapestries and curtains in the hallways, he earned the nickname “Mad Dog of Balterminster” around that time.
But the situation began to gradually change when that maid named Meiana came in.
His comment to Meiana, ‘Don’t get your hopes up,’ was half-mocking but also half-serious. Jocelyn couldn’t stand anything that irritated her.
The only thing on her mind was Balterminster, this ancient and honorable family enjoying endless glory.
If anyone dared mention words like compassion or sympathy in front of Jocelyn, she would have poured hot water into that person’s mouth.
Crazy woman. The chef’s shoulders shuddered out of the blue.
He didn’t want to think about what she might do next. The chef shook his head, wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead, and tried to concentrate only on making the soup. However, at that moment, someone else appeared to disturb him.
“Chef, what is the menu for the princess today?”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
