Saved Him, Now I'm Obsessed - Chapter 60
“Hurry up and go. If we waste more time, Ileana will scold us. She’s been worrying that our return time is getting later and later.”
“Alright. Then go inside.”
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, please get in the carriage and go first. I’ll go in after I see you off.”
“No. I’ll go in after I see Jane enter.”
“Why? I’m right in front of my house. You have to take the carriage and go, so it’s proper for me to see you off.”
“I’ll leave after I see Jane go inside.”
We argued back and forth telling each other to go first, even though we weren’t lovers reluctant to part. At this rate, it seemed I would have to turn back first or we’d be standing here until dawn.
“Alright. I’ll go in first, so Your Highness please go quickly and sleep early.”
“Alright. Sleep well, Jane.”
“Yes. Good night, Your Highness.”
I turned and walked into the mansion. I didn’t look back, but I could feel Ian’s gaze on my back.
‘What a strange feeling. It feels ticklish…’
[This is the timeline separator]Count Shuri McCain paced anxiously in his office. He was a man of strong patience who was good at hiding his emotions. Even those who directly insulted him as the “Emperor’s dog” to his face saw no change in his demeanor.
If others saw him pacing his office so anxiously like this, they would find it very strange.
But if they heard the explanation that he was worried about his younger sister, they would nod in understanding. His great love for his younger sister was quite famous within the Callovanian Empire.
If it weren’t for the sense of responsibility towards his much younger sister after losing their parents early, he would have lived a more ordinary life rather than following the Emperor’s dirty orders.
The incident where his beloved sister, whom he had cherished even at the cost of sacrificing his own life, threw herself to save Prince Daniel from a rampaging horse came as a great shock to him.
Although it wasn’t directly Prince Daniel’s fault, Claire ended up in danger because he insisted on riding the Crown Prince’s horse, who was known for his bad temper.
The fact that Claire was fighting for her life while he was unharmed infuriated him beyond control. Though he usually hid his emotions well in front of others, he couldn’t contain his anger at that time.
Before he could harm Prince Daniel, the Emperor removed the prince from his sight.
He sent him away to a castle in a distant province, ostensibly for recuperation. It could only be an excuse, as the castle was the farthest from the capital and its frequent fog and cool climate made it difficult to consider good for health recovery.
The Emperor wasn’t one to care much about blood relations. Rather, he removed the cause out of concern that his obedient dog might rebel. That choice ended up protecting his blood relative as a result.
If Claire hadn’t woken up, Shuri would not have let Prince Daniel live. Even if he was of the Emperor’s blood.
Contrary to the quack healers’ claims that she would never wake up, Claire did wake up. And the wounds from that time healed quickly. Only her memories were lost.
Claire, who had completely forgotten her affectionate brother, acted awkwardly towards him.
It was just as difficult for Shuri to adjust to her acting like a different person, but the fact that she woke up at all was a miracle, so he couldn’t be disappointed that her memories weren’t intact.
He shouldn’t be greedy anymore. He decided to keep his distance for a while until she got used to things. So that she wouldn’t feel pressured to regain her memories.
However, her actions after waking up were incomprehensible, even if she had lost her memories.
It was strange that she wanted to take the healer’s exam that she had shown no interest in before, and that she easily passed an exam that was said to be difficult to pass even after years of preparation.
“Well, you know how some people develop unexpected talents after being struck by lightning? Like playing the violin or piano at an expert level without ever learning. That accident must have awakened the genius inside Claire. So don’t worry too much. Think of it as a reward for Claire saving someone’s life.”
Following Ileana’s explanation, Shuri was trying to adapt to his sister’s newly changed appearance, thinking it might have come along with the miracle.
“The Crown Prince didn’t even hit his head…”
‘Right. As Ileana said, people can change their personality when they feel a great threat to their life. Claire nearly died and lost her memories, so her personality and tendencies could change… But then why the Crown Prince?’
If he had shown interest in his sister before, he might have accepted it as the wavering heart of a young man.
But he had never shown any interest in Claire before.
‘But suddenly? What on earth is the Crown Prince plotting…’
He was anxious. Why the Crown Prince was suddenly interested in his sister.
[This is the timeline separator]As usual, Ian came to pick me up at the mansion with his carriage today.
This time we were planning to go straight to the Imperial Library without stopping by the pharmacy. Since I didn’t know the way, I decided to follow his guidance. We got off the carriage and walked along the path.
“You look like you didn’t sleep well. Is it because you went back too late yesterday? Or were you too excited to sleep thinking about going to the library?”
Ian asked after examining my complexion.
“Well, that’s not entirely untrue.”
“Then there are other reasons? Why? Did something happen overnight?”
“Rather than something happening… When I got back late yesterday, both Ileana and Count McCain were very worried. They even mobilized the knights under their command to search for me, thinking I had gone missing. I felt sorry for coming back late just to see the gravekeeper’s flowers without realizing they were so concerned.”
Ian chuckled at my words.
“Given Count McCain’s love for his sister, it’s understandable.”
Ian told me about Shuri’s past devotion to his sister.
The reason he clung to success despite being called the “Emperor’s dog” was to take good care of his younger sister.
Shuri, who had to leave his young sister at a convent boarding school and head to the battlefield with no one to rely on, met the current Emperor, who was considered the farthest from the throne by everyone at the time, and became a renowned figure in the capital.
Although people might mock him as the “Emperor’s dog” behind his back, there weren’t many who could do so to his face.
“So when his most precious sister was in mortal danger trying to save the Emperor’s son…”
The Emperor’s son, that is, Prince Daniel, was also Ian’s brother, but Ian spoke as if it were someone else’s story.
“He must have been incredibly worried.”
“Well… the Count surely was. Others found it quite entertaining.”
“What terrible people. What’s entertaining about someone getting hurt and dying?”
“The Count was so obsessed with his sister that he paid an enormous amount of attention to her. Some even placed bets on whether he would bare his teeth at the Emperor, his master, over this incident.”
“How pathetic, making bets on others’ misfortune. Anyway, it’s fortunate. That Claire woke up before Count McCain could develop resentment towards the Emperor.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought that if Claire had woken up late or died, Count McCain might have swung his sword at the Emperor.
Now that I’ve grown attached to him, the thought that he might have been punished for attempting to assassinate the Emperor was too horrible to imagine.
Moreover, he had devoted most of his life to serving the Emperor loyally, so ending his life with such a dishonorable act would be too pitiful.
As much as he cherishes his sister, his loyalty to the Emperor must also be genuine, so he must have had a lot of internal conflict. Perhaps the delay in drawing his sword was due to the prolonged dilemma of having to choose between the Emperor and his sister.
“The scenario everyone expected, Count McCain swinging his sword at the Emperor, could never happen.”
Ian spoke with a hint of mockery, and I nodded in agreement.
“Count McCain’s loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor is indeed remarkable. Someone like him might have endured even if Claire had died.”
Ian shook his head at my words, as if that wasn’t the case.
“It’s not a matter of Count McCain enduring or not. His Majesty the Emperor didn’t even give him a chance to conflict. As soon as the incident happened, he banished Daniel to the countryside. If Claire hadn’t woken up and had died, His Majesty would probably have cut off Daniel’s head and handed it to Count McCain. So that he wouldn’t even have to consider such a dilemma.”
The thought of cutting off his own son’s head and handing it over to console a cherished retainer, no matter the reason, made me shudder.
“Surely not…”
“Unlike the Count who cherishes his blood relatives, His Majesty doesn’t think much of it. An obedient dog is more precious than a foolish blood relative.”
“Even so, he’s his own son.”
“He’s not the kind of person who cares about such things.”
His smile seemed only bitter to me. I quickly changed the subject.
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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