The fatigue accumulated in her body dissipated. When had she ever felt such vitality?
The refreshing sensation spreading to every corner of her body felt like melting. She didn’t want to part from the man.
“…….”
“…….”
Roderick looked down at the woman’s head that had suddenly invaded his space.
As she came into contact, the fierce madness residing in him began to subside.
What was happening? As his breathing calmed, he started to assess the situation.
“Hey.”
The woman didn’t respond. Silence lingered.
“Move.”
Even his icy voice didn’t prompt Diana to budge.
She continued to rub her face against his sturdy neck until he forcibly detached her.
Thrown down by the man, Diana managed to stand upright. Her basic physical strength had returned.
Wiping off the drool that seemed to flow from her mouth, she looked up at the man in a daze.
Snapping back to reality, Diana’s face flushed red with embarrassment. What a disgrace!
“I’m sorry!”
The man, who had casually tilted his head, lifted Diana’s chin with the tip of his sharpened sword.
Her pink eyes trembled slightly as she glanced at the fearsome blade.
“Can’t you just talk to me?”
His eyes narrowed, sizing her up.
“What’s your identity?”
“If you remove this, I’ll tell you.”
Roderick didn’t lower his sword. Diana couldn’t blame him for being cautious, but she sighed.
“I apologize. I am Diana Beatus, the second daughter of the Beatus Ducal Family.”
Ordinarily, anyone would have trembled under the overwhelming aura he emitted, but her demeanor was calm.
She defiantly raised her head higher, as if daring him to try something.
After a tense standoff, Roderick sheathed his sword.
“Why is the youngest of the Beatus family here?”
“You know me?”
“As much as others do.”
“Then who might you be?”
After his brief reply, Diana nodded and took a proper look at the man.
Her use of the term ‘sir’ was influenced by his military uniform.
The wolf insignia on his scabbard identified him as part of the Northern Knights.
“I didn’t get an answer. Lady, why are you here?”
“I’d like to know that myself. Woke up to find myself trapped in this castle. Let me ask again, who are you?”
Despite his cold demeanor, Diana examined him from head to toe.
His broad shoulders and well-balanced physique were typical of a knight, yet he exuded an aura only a ruler could possess.
The madness that had calmed in his blue eyes under the black hair subtly flickered.
“Roderick Schwarz.”
Roderick, after briefly stating just his name, looked at his hand and clicked his tongue, removing his black leather gloves.
He then replaced them with a new pair from his coat.
Diana froze at his elegant motion.
Schwarz?! That Roderick Schwarz?
Who was Roderick Schwarz?
In the novel, the sub-male lead, Felice Schwarz’s only brother.
Duke Felice was openly opposed to the Crown Prince.
The reason was the madness-induced deaths of his brother and father due to a curse. A curse born from magic.
The Royal Family was known for their magical prowess.
Only they could wield ancient magicians’ power, capable of cursing others.
Felice believed his family’s demise was orchestrated by the Royals, who controlled the North.
In the original story, Roderick Schwarz briefly appeared in Felice’s flashbacks before disappearing.
Felice, mourning his dead brother, opposed the Crown Prince but found solace in the heroine’s embrace, falling in love with her.
He, too, walked the path of a villain.
In summary, the man before her was also a walking time bomb, an antagonist who disappeared before the original story even began.
Why a villain? His brutality, exceeding even tyrants, was infamous in battlefields and neighboring nations.
He was said to have died in madness on the battlefield, a story heard before the novel’s regression.
Diana, confined to bed, quickly learned various news through her chatty maid.
Was his end as painful as hers?
“Your gaze is impure.”
Oh, admiring Roderick with sympathy for their shared plight, and he says this.
Quite a prickly man. Diana scanned him up and down again.
Not his appearance, but the cursed magic flowing through him.
A man harboring a curse several times stronger than the cursed dolls.
Yep, he passes.
With this man, she could quickly cure her illness.
What’s the best way to stay close to him? Lovers? Spouses? She’d cling to him by any means for her life.
Too handsome to believe he’d soon be a disappearing villain.
“Something wrong with my gaze?”
Leaning close, his breath almost dizzyingly close.
“Looking at me with pity, as if feeling sorry. Am I wrong?”
Oh, he’s quick-witted. Her pink eyes softened. Does it sound too perverted to find even his breath refreshing?
“No, you’re exactly right.”
It’s a pity. Your curse can save me. Why did you only appear now?
Roderick’s face remained expressionless, but the emotion lurking in his blue eyes was clear.
It was unmistakable displeasure.
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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