Please Break Up with Me, I Beg! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
I thought you were just acting foolishly at the spring ball, forgetting your place, but it seems you’re fully aware that you must not accept the proposal.
Yes……
But to refuse the Dragon God’s proposal right there—that’s an audacious act.
……?
You say I mustn’t accept the proposal, yet I mustn’t refuse it either? What is this?
Litania looked up at Crown Prince Perus in disbelief, then quickly lowered her gaze after confirming his unpleasant expression.
‘For now, I’ll just say yes, yes to everything. If I hold out, this too shall pass.’
She decided, whatever it was, not to argue and simply agree for now.
Her mind was already tangled over Orbis; she had no desire to add more exhausting complications here.
Just because the Dragon God is the imperial guardian doesn’t mean you should assume you have some special privilege.
Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.
It’s merely a passing amusement—don’t entertain false expectations or delusions.
Yes.
Don’t think these jewels handed to you are truly yours.
Yes……
Don’t get carried away—they don’t suit you at all.
……
Litania subtly rolled her eyes to observe Perus’s expression. He was staring intently at the pink diamond on the table.
‘Snow said a pink diamond this size is almost miraculous.’
So is that why he’s coveting it? This lowborn half-brother receiving such a gift from the Dragon God?
Litania picked up the pink diamond resting on the side table and extended it toward Perus.
“Then please, Your Highness, take it.”
“What?”
“If you’re dissatisfied because it doesn’t suit you, then make it yours.”
After all, I found it burdensome to accept, and I couldn’t return it anyway. If you’re so jealous, then take it.
She offered it with that meaning, but Perus’s face, which had remained stern the entire time, gradually flushed red.
“Are you mocking me right now?”
She had come to him, someone with whom she had no real relationship, only to stare at the gift he received from Orbis, so she offered it to him—why was he angry? Litania couldn’t understand.
“You insolent fool! I was worrying about you, and now you forget your place!”
Perus trembled with fury, turned sharply, and stormed out of the room.
Where exactly in my behavior was there cause for anger?
Litania stared blankly and asked Snow.
“I was just trying to return the gift because it didn’t suit me and I was told not to get carried away—why did he react like that?”
“Well, diamonds are typically given as engagement gifts or on wedding anniversaries.”
“Oh… right?”
If I give Orbis’s gift to the Crown Prince, the whole picture becomes strange.
Was I just trying to turn this story into a BL genre?
‘Then I can understand why the Crown Prince was flustered.’
Litania nodded.
“Your Highness, what should we do with these jewels?”
“Hmm…”
I can’t return them, I can’t throw them away, and judging by the Crown Prince’s reaction, giving them to someone else seems awkward too.
“Keep them safely.”
“Yes, I will.”
Snow, clearly delighted that the palace’s finances were finally improving, happily arranged the gifts with a beaming smile.
‘Well, at least you’re happy….’
Litania sighed, pressing her throbbing head with her palm. Beyond Snow’s busy figure, a finely folded crimson cloak was visible.
‘Ah, right. I received a cloak from Vane.’
Vane, Princess Herna’s bodyguard. He had taken off his cloak to cover Litania after she was splashed with mud that day.
Since then, meeting Orbis, dancing, and receiving a proposal had left her so dazed she’d forgotten entirely—yet Snow had quietly washed, dried, and neatly folded it.
‘I should return it.’
But the thought of having to go all the way to the Rose Palace where Herna stayed made her uneasy…
‘The palace is so vast; I won’t possibly run into Herna.’
I’ll just go briefly, hand over the cloak, and come right back.
Litania entrusted Snow with the rest of the tidying, hugged the crimson cloak to her chest, and crossed over to the Rose Palace.
[This is the timeline separator]The sky was clear. A spring breeze carried the sweet fragrance of roses across the grounds. It was a pleasant spring day. Yet the atmosphere in the Rose Palace was chillingly cold.
Because Princess Herna, the palace’s mistress, was in an exceptionally foul mood.
Baphor sharply pointed out to the disgruntled knights who had been scolded without cause.
“It’s not that we dare harbor disloyal thoughts toward our sovereign.”
“But it’s unfair…”
“The fault lies in failing to read your sovereign’s mood. Don’t complain about unfairness.”
“But Captain Vane works the hardest, yet Princess Herna never acknowledges his efforts.”
“True loyalty doesn’t act expecting reward.”
As Vane soothed them with a gentler tone, the young knights’ resentful protests quieted somewhat.
They still didn’t fully accept it, but since the one directly involved—Vane—was fine, it felt odd for the others to voice their grievances.
‘Reward…’
Vane recalled a woman who had said something strangely peculiar to him just days ago.
She said good intentions eventually return as good intentions.
Good intentions circulating? He had never considered such a thing before. Especially within the imperial palace, where such a thing was impossible.
‘She must be a naive princess, unfamiliar with worldly matters, to say something like that.’
That slightly foolish princess intrigued Vane.
Rumors said something had happened between her and the Dragon God at the ball, but Princess Herna had issued a gag order regarding that day’s events.
To pry into it would violate his knightly code, so he dismissed the flicker of curiosity stirring in his chest.
“Good day, Cherisfilt.”
“……Princess Litania?”
Even before the person herself appeared before him, he had firmly believed so.
“I’ve come to return the cloak you gave me.”
“……”
“I washed it clean. Dried it well—it doesn’t even smell.”
Good intentions return as good intentions. Good deeds circulate.
Vane had wished to repay her kindness.
And now she appeared again—as if to prove his actions weren’t meaningless.
“What’s wrong? Did you get scolded badly that day without your cloak?”
“No.”
Vane quickly shook his head and bowed respectfully, then draped the returned crimson cloak over his shoulders.
It was unmistakably his own cloak, yet it carried a strangely warm fragrance.
“I’m sorry to have troubled you over such a small thing.”
“As you say, it’s ‘just a small thing.’ There’s no need to apologize so suddenly.”
“……Please call me by my name, Your Highness.”
“Huh? Oh. Vane?”
“You don’t need to use titles. I’m not of a rank worthy of your respect.”
“Nonsense. You’re not even my knight—why speak like that?”
Not even my knight.
Upon hearing those words, Vane felt a strange pang in his chest.
“It’s still spring, but it’s rather warm today. Maybe because it hasn’t rained since then? Don’t suffer under the sun—stay in the shade and drink water.”
“I’m sorry for your concern. Please don’t worry.”
“Good. You’re not the one who needs to worry.”
A sharp voice cut in.
Vane’s body tensed instantly; he straightened his posture and turned, bowing low. The woman hidden behind his large frame came into view.
The mistress of the Rose Palace—Princess Herna.
‘Of all places, I had to run into her here.’
The palace is so vast—wouldn’t it be natural not to meet unless one deliberately seeks someone out? Litania silently criticized the improbability and bowed lightly.
“Princess Herna.”
“I hear the Dragon God Orbis sent you a gift?”
“……”
It hadn’t even been hours since the gift arrived—how had Herna’s ears heard already? Had the gatekeepers been advertising?
As Litania remained silent, Herna unleashed a barrage of sharp criticism.
“You seem to be trying to catch his eye—but it’s better not to get too close to him.”
Yes, of course. I know. I really don’t want to get close at all.
……Litania answered silently in her mind.
“He’s far beyond your reach—don’t dare approach him so casually.”
“……”
“Even though he’s the imperial guardian dragon, this doesn’t concern someone like you.”
“……”
“I’m telling you to know your place.”
Why was she targeting her? The one who suddenly appeared, the one who proposed—it was all Orbis’s doing.
‘Is this… jealousy? Does Herna have feelings for Orbis?’
If so, that’s actually fortunate. Litania fervently hoped Herna would claim Orbis’s attention and spare her from this divine disaster.
“Yes, I’ve refused the proposal, so I won’t have any further connection with him. Please, Princess Herna, do your best.”
“What? Proposal?”
Herna’s face, which had been relentlessly sharp toward Litania moments before, now filled with shock.
“The, the Dragon God proposed to you? That’s a lie!”
“If you want to believe it’s a lie, then believe it. It’s already past anyway.”
“Could someone like you possibly marry him?”
“Of course not—I already refused.”
It must not happen.
It’s this side that stands to suffer if we grow close.
Perhaps Litania’s desperate effort sounded sarcastic, for Herna bared her teeth bitterly and raised her hand.
“So you’re mocking me now?”
“Princess Herna!”
The moment Vane, who had been watching nervously from behind, raised his voice for the first time—
“The Dragon God Orbis is here!”
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]
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I wish to help this gentle, foolish princess remain unaware of the world’s filth
The worst misunderstanding. When he learns her true feelings and personality, he will definitely run away from her😂
“The finest hunt is one where the prey never realizes it’s been caught.”
No, please, the man has crossed the line! Oh my God, I’ve fallen in love with his strange flirting style! 😔
Though Snow was much smaller than Litania, he carried her without any strain, la
With us and with you, the second hero, Snow, it is very clear that he will lose to the dragon. 🥲
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I hope she learns her lesson from that day and doesn’t think about entering the tower
Umm, things have gotten even more embarrassing. I don’t know what to say. (T∀T)
Their relationship has developed fairly well and smoothly, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they truly fell in love, but I’m afraid something bad might happen at the festival.