Wouldn’t it be okay to look around the mansion to familiarize herself with the geography, even if it’s still too early to go outside?
“No, just tell them to prepare it down there. I’ll go down and eat.”
Julie, who was bustling about tidying up the bedding, paused as if startled.
At her appearance, Bianca felt a chill as if cold water had been poured over her.
Is this…
“Am I, not allowed to leave the room?”
The thought slipped out of her mouth, and the most appalling part was Julie’s appearance, avoiding her gaze.
Bianca stiffened involuntarily.
Was I trapped, by any chance?
But, certainly…
‘This place is your home.’
My goodness.
I had taken a polite and kind person’s ceremonial words as something meaningful and had foolishly acted as if they were true.
My mind understood, but my vision darkened, and my lips trembled.
“Duchess.”
“Julie.”
Don’t say it with an apologetic voice.
Bianca swallowed the words that reached the tip of her tongue and whispered habitually.
“I’m okay.”
The room was utterly silent.
How much time had passed?
Thump.
Startled by the heavy sound and vibration that rose from the floor, Bianca turned her head to find Julie kneeling, having arrived without any noise.
“I was wrong. I have no way with words, and I made you misunderstand.”
Though her surprised heart was still pounding, Bianca managed not to crumble.
“It wasn’t said with ill intentions. It’s just…”
“Julie. Your knees will get hurt. Stand up.”
Julie, suddenly getting up at Bianca’s distant words, presented one hand as if to escort, the other behind her back.
“I’ll remember today’s incident and never repeat this mistake.”
Even her tone had changed.
“I’ll learn to speak prettily without hurting your feelings. So, please give me one more chance.”
It was petty to resist to this extent.
Bianca took Julie’s hand.
“Julie, I’m sorry. You must have a reason, and I didn’t consider it, putting you in a difficult position.”
Julie’s face, seemingly expecting harsh criticism, suddenly brightened.
“It’s not that. It’s really not.”
Julie, stumbling as if surprised, suddenly looked even more desperate at Bianca’s words.
Then, as if resolved, she pulled Bianca and led her out of the bedroom.
There was no need to move much.
As soon as the bedroom door opened, what reached the tip of Bianca’s slippers was not the cold marble floor.
Carpet up to the ankles.
In fact, Bianca didn’t know what to call it.
I simply presumed it might be called a carpet, as it was laid on the floor.
I had never seen anything like it before.
“This is……”
“The Duke has prepared this because Lady Marsen is feeling the cold.”
Julie hesitated, holding onto Bianca’s hand, and finally dragged her out of the bedroom.
“The Duke asked me to keep it a secret.”
“Oh my!”
Bianca quickly covered her mouth, even though she had not said anything.
“If the Duchess finds out, it would be burdensome.”
Julie also looked around, seeming attentive, but stubbornly continued to the end.
What have I done?
At that moment, Bianca’s face became hard to lift, and she brought up a free hand to cover her face.
Her face, which had just cooled down, was on the verge of bursting.
“I’m sorry.”
Bianca was so ashamed that she couldn’t bear it.
Even when she had been treated terribly in the palace, she had remained calm.
But since meeting Duke Barlock, she had been acting out, losing her patience and propriety.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Bianca, what shall I do with you?
She knew that Julie was anxiously circling around her, but she could not lift her face.
Not until she felt a large hand enveloping her shoulder.
“My lady.”
Startled, Bianca looked up and met Gillian’s eyes, immediately opening her mouth in a reactive way.
“I came out because it was hot. So hot… Julie tried to stop me, but”
She couldn’t let her foolishness put young Julie in a difficult situation.
As soon as she saw Julie’s reaction to Bianca’s words, as if about to jump in, Bianca added a firm statement.
“Really, it’s so hot,”
“You did well.”
Gillian cut off Bianca’s words and smiled slightly.
His reaction was refreshing, making the tension she felt from her outburst seem irrelevant.
“Your cheeks are red.”
How cute.
His long, slender fingers brushed her cheek as if tickling it.
Was it because of the hot flush on her cheek?
The sensation of his cool fingers was too pleasant.
Bianca blinked, looking at him.
“The dress suits you well. It was worth bringing it.”
“Bring… what?”
She knew it was not the time to ask, but she thought she had heard something that shouldn’t be overlooked.
“Could it be…?”
Gillian nodded to Bianca’s words.
“The cold in the north is particularly harsh, and since you did not have it.”
You’re not cold now, are you?
Gillian asked as if feeling her mood, his expression full of anticipation. Without thinking, Bianca nodded her head.
“It’s hot.”
“Enough to run out?”
Knowing the answer he wanted, Bianca clenched her eyes and sniffled.
“I couldn’t bear how hot it was.”
Gillian laughed at her unexpectedly cute voice.
“Poor thing.”
Contrary to his words, his voice was a growl, like a satisfied beast.
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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