Cedelloi absentmindedly touched his lips for a moment, contemplating the need to send the two children out of here. He briefly entertained the thought of using hypnosis to make them forget all the stories they discussed here, but realizing it was practically impossible, he suddenly snapped out of his excitement.
Still holding Arianthe’s hand, who was excitedly talking, Cedelloi reached out with his other hand and took Swan’s hand.
“……Arianthe, will you tell your father how this conversation came about?”
Arianthe, momentarily stunned, tightly closed her lips and then responded with a determined expression.
“I saw it.”
“…What?”
“Father holding Maiana’s hand like th-this, tightly!”
Maiana quickly interjected, “My lady, there’s a reason for that. The Duke was concerned because I had an injury on my hand. Look! Here.”
As Arianthe, seemingly unable to believe it, turned her head away, Maiana held out her hand. There was indeed an injury. She always held a needle, and running around to take care of Arianthe, there was no way she could avoid getting injured.
‘It’s not a recent injury, though…’
Maiana bit her lip, hoping Arianthe would fall for it.
Arianthe, still in disbelief, turned Maiana’s hand, opened her fingers, and observed closely.
Swan, on the other hand, with one hand held by Cedelloi and the other continually wiping his hand on his jacket, had beads of sweat forming on his round forehead.
“Swan?”
“Oh, yes? Yes, sir.”
Cedelloi, still holding Swan’s sweaty hand, smiled warmly.
“Arianthe might sometimes throw tantrums or be annoying since she’s still younger than you, but let’s overlook it as if she were your younger sister.”
With a bewildered look, Swan, looking rather composed, nodded his head.
“I know that, sir. And Arianthe, um… at first, it seemed like she didn’t like me… but now, I don’t think so. Of course, she gets angry a lot.”
“Yeah. At first, everyone misunderstands Arianthe, thinking she’s a naughty child, but she’s not really like that. It’s fortunate that you recognize that.”
Feeling pleased with the praise, Swan grinned. At that moment, Cedelloi tapped Swan’s back lightly and whispered to him.
“And Maiana becoming a duchess is not impossible. Let’s keep that between you and me. For now.”
Swan looked at Cedelloi with wide-eyed surprise, but he had already risen, holding Arianthe, who was clinging to him, in his arms. At the moment Arianthe’s body floated in the air, she seemed to have forgotten her anger from just a moment ago and laughed cheerfully.
“Surprised, Father!”
“Before our lady turns Maiana’s hand into a flower vase, the Duke should dry it a bit. Don’t you think so?”
Cedelloi lightly kissed Arianthe’s cheek and said, “Maiana said her hand hurts, so I gave her some medicine.”
“…Really?”
“Well, of course. Didn’t Maiana say that?” Arianthe, who had tightly clung to Cedelloi’s neck, made a sulky expression. Puffing up her cheeks like a squirrel, she squirmed around, then, with her legs dangling in the air, she shook them like a pendulum, turning to look at Maiana. But Maiana subtly avoided that gaze.
Cedelloi spoke.
“Maiana, could you go and bring Arianthe and Swan’s nightclothes? Since the children will be staying here tonight, it’s better to prepare in advance.”
Maiana immediately understood his intention and let out a relieved sigh.
“Yes, Your Grace. Of course. I’ll go right away.”
She hastily turned and swiftly disappeared outside. In the past, Arianthe might have hesitated and been concerned about her, but seeing Maiana leave without hesitation indicated that Cedelloi felt confident handling the two children on his own. Cedelloi felt a subtle sense of joy and satisfaction.
Arianthe widened her eyes and asked, “Father, it’s still a long way until night. Why are you getting ready so early?”
Cedelloi, smiling, gently comforted Arianthe with one hand and stroked Swan’s head with the other.
“It’s not time for bed yet. But Maiana went outside for a moment; I thought it would be good to send her off early.”
“Why? Why is it better for Maiana to go out?”
Cedelloi moved his arms like floating cotton as he spoke.
“Because from now on, I’m going to read a very frightening story. If Maiana hears it, she might scold me… So let’s read it quickly before she comes back. How about that?”
There’s nothing that captures children’s interest as much as scary stories. Arianthe and Swan, exchanging glances as if asking when they had argued, shouted in unison.
“That sounds great!”
Arianthe, Swan, and Cedelloi had dinner together. After devouring slices of cherry pie generously filled with jam, the children, claiming to be full, urged Cedelloi to go for a walk.
Maiana observed Cedelloi, Arianthe, and Swan leisurely strolling hand in hand. Seeing Arianthe hop around smoothly on the smooth pavement, a faint smile appeared on Maiana’s lips.
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?
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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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