After the weekend, it was back to a workday. While I don’t enjoy working, the slight comfort is being near Klaus all day.
Honestly, seeing your boss’s face isn’t usually something to look forward to, but with Klaus, it’s different. Just a faint smile from him can wash away all fatigue.
However, reality is often crueler than imagination.
As soon as I arrived at work, seeing a mountain of documents on my desk shattered any idealized fantasy of work life I had in my head during the weekend.
“Ugh.”
It’s frustrating. This job, I tell you.
This is the reality. Just as I suspected.
“Damn, don’t you guys ever take a break?”
I couldn’t help but curse under my breath as I looked at the documents. All papers sent to the prince initially pass through me. I need to organize them so they’re easier for the prince to review.
Naturally, in the process, I get to read and review them, which means I can be his consultant if he wishes. That’s the biggest perk of being an aide.
But the moment I saw the pile of work before me, all thoughts of perks went out the window.
“This is insane.”
This is why characters in romance novels who play secretarial roles are always swamped with work. This aspect is not fantasy, but rather stark realism.
As I reluctantly began to tackle the pile of papers, Klaus appeared.
“Good morning, Musel.”
“…Your Highness, good morning.”
I was startled! His sudden appearance and such a friendly morning greeting caught me off guard.
Fortunately, Klaus didn’t seem to mind my delayed response.
“Did you have a good visit to the Poierbach estate?”
“Yes, thankfully the count and his family were very hospitable.”
“Of course. They wouldn’t neglect the treatment of my aide.”
Klaus leaned back on the sofa and propped his chin up. The steward following him poured tea into the cups on the table.
His eyes slightly lowered, black eyelashes moving along.
“……!”
Realizing I was staring at him, I quickly looked down. Was my face turning red?
It was just him casually sipping tea, but I don’t know why I lost my senses like that.
It’s tough when someone is too beautiful. It’s exhausting for the people around them.
“Hah, the office is more peaceful, at least.”
Klaus let out a bitter remark after sipping his tea. It sounded like more than just the words of a workaholic.
“Did something happen over the weekend?”
When I asked with concern, he glanced at me.
“I was stuck at my mother’s palace all weekend.”
“The Empress?”
“Yes. Tsk.”
Klaus grimaced unhappily. I looked at the steward for more explanation.
“The Empress’s aide was also there.”
“Ah!”
So, he wasn’t just stuck with the Empress all weekend, but with Lumi too.
His Highness, you must have had a tough time without me.
“But why would the lady spend her holiday aiding the Empress? I thought the Mecklinger duke wouldn’t stand for that.”
“My mother said she appreciates the aide’s work so much that she’s allowed her to visit the duke’s estate whenever she wishes, even if it’s not a holiday. So, there’s no need to strictly observe holidays.”
Klaus’s voice was tinged with sarcasm.
“Aha.”
I sighed involuntarily. Lumi hadn’t changed her approach, even after our argument early that morning.
Klaus closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
“I’m really tired.”
A wave of sympathy washed over me. How exhausted he must have been, dealing with the Empress and Lumi while I was away.
“Next time the Empress summons you, how about I accompany you?”
I blurted it out before I knew it.
“Hm?”
I flinched, having spoken without thinking. Klaus raised his eyebrows, then adjusted his posture to look at me.
“Fight fire with fire, huh? Counter an aide with an aide… Not a bad idea.”
It seemed like I had unwittingly opened the gates to hell.
“Well, I wanted to ensure you got your days off, but if you’re volunteering, I’m grateful.”
Wait, something’s off. I got the feeling he was waiting for me to say something like this. Or is it just me?
“Well, Your Highness, I trust you’ll consider my situation…”
“Of course. I’m not that ruthless a boss, am I?”
“Of course, Your Highness…”
I trailed off, inwardly crying.
Klaus gestured for the steward to leave, then pointed to the sofa across from him.
“Why don’t you sit for a while? I’ll pour the tea.”
“Oh, thank you.”
I wondered what he was up to but sat down obediently. Klaus was offering to pour tea, after all.
“I know you’re not good at brewing tea. It’s understandable since you haven’t been part of the noble social circle.”
He glanced at me slightly.
“Have you ever thought about learning properly?”
Suddenly switching to talking about tea, I was puzzled but replied.
“Well, I’ve always thought about it, but I haven’t had the time or anyone to learn from.”
“Hmm.”
Klaus frowned slightly.
Honestly, I had been too casual about tea culture, a crucial part of this world’s etiquette. Why hadn’t I taken the time to learn it?
Embarrassed, I looked down.
“I’ll start learning diligently. I plan to ask a proficient acquaintance for help.”
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!”
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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…
——
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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