“Not coming out of the water at all and surprising people, and now, what’s with the fuss?”
“Well, that’s something I don’t know. You didn’t know if I had hidden gills. You just didn’t know.”
Maeyana burst into louder laughter.
“If there were really such a thing, I couldn’t have missed it. No matter how secretive or hidden it was, I would have found it.”
“Just a moment ago, you should return the words you said exactly. This is still young Arianthe’s room, and it’s broad daylight.”
The next moment, the two locked eyes and burst into laughter simultaneously. Perhaps because it was so quiet outside, they unknowingly held their breath, and when they finally stopped laughing, their throats felt tingling, and their foreheads were warm as if they had burst into laughter.
“Oh my, I shouldn’t be like this. I didn’t come here to sit with my employer on the sofa and chat like this.”
Maeyana said, fanning her cheek with her hand. Cedilloi, who was laughing, gently swept away her slightly disheveled hair.
“Whatever you came here for, it doesn’t matter to me now. But you still say those things for your sake, right?”
In an instant, Maeyana’s expression became complicated as if she had just discovered an unseen flaw. The smile that appeared on her lips was faint.
“Yes, that’s right. I’m a scared and selfish woman. I want the duke, and I’m happy with the duke’s affection, but it’s hard for me to accept it straightforwardly. There are too many high walls.”
“Yeah, I get it. But in my opinion, you’re not a coward. You’re just hesitating.”
“That’s right.”
“No, you’re different. If you were a coward, we wouldn’t be facing each other like this. You wouldn’t have known how to hug Arianthe. If you were really a scared person.”
Cedilloi’s upper body leaned slightly toward Maeyana. Watching that, it felt as if someone was deliberately turning the clock’s hands slowly. Everything, even the strands of his hair wavering, seemed to be vivid. And warmth and a broad embrace were felt.
Cedilloi, who gently embraced Maeyana’s body, whispered.
“As always, thank you for today.”
Maeyana, who slowly closed her eyes in his arms, answered with a sigh.
“Calling Jocelyn head maid here was a good move.”
If Cedilloi were himself, he wouldn’t have asked Jocelyn, who had left the house, to be called back. However, he did, and the household employees strongly clung to her as if trying to make up for the shock.
“I did that on purpose.”
Maeyana, who pushed Cedilloi’s chest slightly away, made a puzzled expression.
“You did that on purpose?”
Maeyana repeated Cedilloi’s words exactly. Then Cedilloi, with a somewhat ambiguous smile, gently stroked the back of her hand.
“Yeah. To put it bluntly, it’s like a giant bear hunt.”
It became more and more incomprehensible. As Maeyana frowned, Cedilloi, who was sitting on the sofa after throwing the book on his knees onto the table, leaned slightly and leaned against the sofa.
“A bear is very fast and intelligent, so it’s not easy to hunt unless you’re careful. It’s impossible to deal with an old one whose size has grown with just one or two arrows. So, when hunting a giant bear, hunters prepare very small arrows. They can shoot them quickly. They also apply poison slightly. If you shoot it and spin around the prepared safe zone, the bear, unknowingly poisoned, sticks its head anywhere without distinguishing between front and back. Even in a huge tree or rock… When it’s so out of its mind, finally, using a crossbow, they finish the hunt.”
Now I could fully understand the reason he mentioned bear hunting. Hunting a bear itself didn’t resonate as something familiar, but… At least, it was clear that what Cedilloi brought Jocelyn to kneel before Arianthe today was like a small poisoned arrow.
“Do you expect Jocelyn head maid to stick her head anywhere?”
“Figuratively speaking, that’s the case. And it wasn’t the first time.”
Maeyana stared at him intently.
“There’s something, Duke. Isn’t that right?”
“Yeah. And maybe… I might need your help at some point.”
After finishing speaking, Cedilloi took Maeyana’s hand and lifted it, leaving a kiss on her fingertips. His warm and firm lips were so smooth, like the enchanted threads in a fairy tale, evoking a kind of delightful excitement.
“I’ve already promised you, Duke. I’ll help with anything I can.”
“I know, and I appreciate that. So, thank you.”
Having rested his cheek on Maeyana’s shoulder for a moment, Cedilloi straightened up.
“After dinner, when we’re done, bring Arianthe to my room. Otherwise, I might go hungry too. Got it?”
“Perhaps the lady and I are so alike?”
Cedilloi laughed as if he found it amusing.
“Aren’t fathers and daughters naturally similar?”
⭐️⭐️⭐️
Around dinner time, Arianthe was more excited than ever. She made Veinti and Ivy sew the vivid autumn leaves into a long garland and then spread it out like lace decoration by the window, enjoying it for a long time.
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]
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]