“What about the Black Rose? What happened?”
The Black Rose was a code used in the back alleys. It was a means to meet with an information organization controlled by Diana’s elder brother, Devir Beatus, the mastermind of the novel.
“No, I couldn’t meet them.”
“And the royal palace?”
“There was no special movement.”
The lack of information was a problem. Not knowing who the culprit was, they couldn’t rashly return to their family.
Now that Diana was free from physical pain due to Roderick, it was time to ascertain her brothers’ current situation.
Where could they be now? Were they proceeding towards the original plot?
Diana was moving independently of the original story. Could her brothers have also encountered some variables? It was just a vague thought.
“Has my sister been confirmed to be in the royal palace?”
“Yes, she’s directly receiving education from the Empress.”
Diana couldn’t bear to see her sister betrayed in love and die a futile death, as in the novel.
Just thinking about her sister in the dreamlike state still caused her heart-wrenching pain.
She wouldn’t let things flow as in the novel. But why was the information blocked?
“Is there a possibility that your brothers kidnapped you and confined you in the Black Forest?”
“…”
It wasn’t entirely impossible. There had been virtually no interaction between the siblings for a while. But what reason would they have?
She wasn’t a hindrance to her brothers even if they didn’t interfere, as she never made public appearances.
“I guess I’ll have to check it myself.”
But she didn’t believe her brothers were the culprits. They were the only family members she didn’t have hostile relations with.
Still, she needed to verify. Yes, it’s time to act on her own.
“Roderick, discreetly release the information. Let it be known that the youngest of the Beatus family is in the North.”
There’s no need to hide. If they can’t come to us, we’ll make them come to us.
Since the information flow is blocked, we’ll lay a trap to catch those who might release it.
“Alright. As you wish.”
After feeding Noel another macaron, Diana licked the cream off her fingers with a smile.
“Have you found what you were looking for, Miss?”
In the luxurious drawing room, the woman sitting there radiated a presence as commanding as the opulent interior decor around her.
“Yes, you’re three minutes late.”
“I apologize. I will correct it.”
Without even glancing at the knight who stood with his hands behind his back and head bowed, she elegantly caressed her teacup.
Vanessa Beatus. With her brilliant red hair and red eyes, she was known as the Rose of the Social Circles, rivaling the Crown Prince in her overwhelming beauty.
Her upturned eyes and red irises shone enticingly.
“And the youngest?”
She languidly asked her well-disciplined knight.
“Her whereabouts are unknown.”
“I specifically told you to take her to a safe place. What shall we do now, hmm?”
Crack. The handle of the teacup couldn’t withstand her grip and shattered.
Maintaining her elegant facade, Vanessa knew her temper was notorious. The knight quickly reported his findings.
“Lord Devir seems to have intervened.”
“Brother?”
“Yes, but his whereabouts are also unknown.”
Vanessa dropped the broken teacup onto the plush carpet and dusted off her hands.
“Ah, where has everyone gone?”
“Will you leave the Duke’s estate as it is?”
Currently, the Beatus family’s direct lineage was absent. In the den without its lion, a fat fox was playing king. It wasn’t an immediate problem.
“Don’t worry. Our Beatus family is not so easily cowed.”
It was a statement that hunting the fox could be done anytime. If only the eldest, Devir Beatus, had properly received the family seal, this wouldn’t have happened.
She brushed back her red hair in annoyance at her brother’s sloppy handling of affairs.
“Won’t it be a problem if Miss Diana returns to the family on her own?”
“Ha, Diana?”
Vanessa scoffed. Diana had perfectly embraced and executed the various trainings of the Beatus family. Despite her dislike for going out, her capabilities were no less than her brothers’.
“If she has any sense, she won’t move recklessly.”
The knight, realizing his mistake, bowed his head again.
“I will move as I see fit. You confirm whether the youngest is alive. If she is, pinpoint her location and report back. And while you’re at it, find out about my brother too.”
“Understood.”
As the knight left and the maid entered like a baton pass, Vanessa heard a message.
“Miss, the Crown Prince requests your presence.”
“Understood. Tell him I’ll be there shortly.”
The call from the Crown Prince cast a shadow of concern on Vanessa’s radiant face.
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?
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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…
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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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