“Oh my, Lady Ariante? My goodness, Lady Ariante! Please open the door!”
“No! Don’t come in! Go away!”
Ariante, who shouted loudly enough to turn her face red, coughed as if it was a real effort. Meiana, once again, sighed and handed Ariante a glass filled with water.
“Lady, won’t you change your clothes?”
Drinking water with a clunking sound, Ariante looked at Meiana sharply.
“I don’t want to. I’m going to stay in the room today. I feel hot, and I have a cough. Look, cough! Cough!”
Ariante, pretending to cough loudly, lay on the bed after being handed the glass by Meiana. Turning her back entirely with the sheet flipped to her head, it looked stubborn. It seemed stubborn enough that it wouldn’t be easily resolved.
Ariante’s irritability had nothing to do with anything else. It was because today was the day when Swan, the son of Lord Glodon, was supposed to come to the mansion.
“Lady.”
Meiana called out, but Ariante pretended not to hear. Instead, she burrowed deeper into the sheet until not a single strand of hair could be seen.
A knock was heard from outside. Then Bridget’s anxious voice followed.
“Lady, please look. I’ve picked out a really pretty dress! What? You haven’t tried it on yet. Lady…”
Meiana silently laid her hand on the sheet, which swelled up like a bubble. At that moment, Ariante, who was pretending to ignore everything, suddenly sat up, firmly pushed away the dress Bridget had brought, and even though she still seemed upset, she stepped on it with a stomp.
“I hate all of them! I won’t wear any of them!”
Ariante’s childish yet strong voice flowed through the gap in the sheet. At that moment, the desperate knocking sound was heard again. Feeling confined, Meiana quickly got up and approached the door.
“Bridget, wait a moment. Lady Ariante is currently…”
However, what was heard from outside was not Bridget’s voice. It was Venthyr.
“Bridget went to the dressing room. More importantly, I can see the carriage coming now! You need to come out quickly!”
Meiana, who was holding the door handle, turned her head momentarily. Even though Venthyr’s words were probably heard, Ariante still didn’t move, covering herself with the sheet without making a sound. There was no anger, no crying.
‘I’ll have to be prepared for a while.’
After a brief sigh, she opened the locked door and went outside.
The hall door was wide open, facing the garden. Cedeloi, who had come down first and was waiting, raised an eyebrow with a puzzled expression as he saw Meiana descending the stairs.
“What about Ariante?”
Meiana shook her head slightly without a reply. Jocelyn’s figure wasn’t visible, but since other servants were around, she didn’t explicitly mention that Ariante was being stubborn.
With just that small gesture, Cedeloi seemed to understand everything Meiana wanted to say. He looked briefly towards the east of the mansion with a worried expression, then sighed as if saying something unheard.
The carriage that had slowly come down the paved road came to a stop. When Jemero, who had gone out earlier, opened the door, a Swan with dark blond hair, close to red, cautiously stepped outside.
“Welcome, Master Swan.”
Jemero politely greeted, and other servants also bowed their waists in greeting.
However, Swan just glanced around with a sullen expression, unable to receive the greetings naturally as if he was in his own house or the bustling capital. Perhaps due to his young age, or rather, because of his youth, he seemed to keenly feel what position he was in.
“Swan, come on in.”
When Cedeloi spoke, Swan’s expression brightened slightly. Although the boy, despite his age, or rather because of his age, seemed to sharply feel the situation he was in, he restrained the impulse to rush towards Cedeloi, showing the patience of a ten-year-old. While in the bustling capital, he was his only master, but this wasn’t the bustling capital. This place was…
‘The Duke’s son is here. I mustn’t… behave recklessly.’
Swan, who swallowed dry saliva, maintained the remembered face with tension, excitement, and fear, in front of Cedeloi.
“Your Grace, thank you for accepting me.”
At that moment, Cedeloi and Meiana’s gazes briefly met in the air. After an awkward moment of silence, Cedeloi looked down at Swan with a somewhat wry smile.
“Call me Grandfather, Swan. And welcome to the Duke’s residence.”
Swan’s tense expression softened with relief. The complexion, which had been mottled with tension and excitement, regained the soft warmth of a child of his age.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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