Feeling the threat of possibly being abandoned, Maletta abandoned her previous arrogant attitude and desperately clung to Sancha.
“Sancha, my sister Sancha!”
Since Maletta passed through the main gate of the Lambue Refuge, she was semidelirious. This place was a physical manifestation of hell for her. A place she had escaped from and could never return to.
“I don’t want to starve to death here. Give birth to a child, the child dies on a pile of feces, and I die giving birth…!”
Maletta knelt down to Sancha’s knees and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
“Please don’t leave me here. Please pity me. Please… please…”
Sancha was shocked by this familiar scene. But the situation was reversed now.
“Noble lady! Sancha has bad habits and an incurable cough!”
These were the words that Maletta had shouted in front of the Lady of Mare’s family, when she said she would take only one of them in the past. Sancha would never forget what Maletta did that day.
“Are you going to leave me and go? No, you are my only sister.”
You left me behind. Why do you impose the ethics and morals you never adhered to, on me?
Sancha felt more disgusted than sympathetic. Maletta, who was babbling and clinging to save her life, seemed like dirty food waste rather than pitiful.
However, unfortunately, Sancha had to hide Maletta well at the lady’s command and bring Maletta back someday.
Without realizing it, sharp words came out of Sancha’s mouth.
“Why. Are you scared I might come back?”
Maletta was slightly shocked and looked at her younger sister from the floor.
“I want to leave you forever, but when the time comes, our lady will contact you. Wait here quietly.”
Maletta’s eyes widened. She read the pessimistic half of what could be read from a half glass of water. It was a command to wait without hope.
“Sa, Sancha. Please tell the lady.”
She clung to her younger sister’s sleeve.
“I served Mr. Ippolito. I served Lady Isabella before that. I know a lot of stories that can help Lady Ariadne.”
Now, she was on the right track.
At the sound of ‘stories that can help Lady Ariadne’, Sancha stopped in her tracks.
Sancha narrowed her eyes and said.
“Tell me.”
But Maletta stubbornly shook her head.
“The lady herself must come directly for me to tell.”
Sancha responded.
“If you can’t tell me, you can’t tell the lady either. I won’t betray you. It won’t leak from my mouth, so tell me now.”
However, even though they were born from the same belly, Sancha and Maletta had different thought processes.
“What are you talking about? If I babble everything to you and the lady hears only that and washes her hands off me, I’ll be stuck! Do you think I’d fall for such a cheap trick?”
Sancha sighed.
“I was wrong to expect human words from something like you.”
“The information is real. Be sure to tell the lady!”
Sancha left the Lambue Refuge without a word in return.
[This is the time separator]“Is that so?”
“……Yes.”
“I might be able to settle an old grudge this time.”
The hook of the debutante ball.
The hook that drove Arabella to death. Ariadne still remembered it. She could not forget.
“Is Maletta willing to testify? If that’s certain, we might be able to finish Isabella this time.”
“It probably depends on what we give to Maletta.”
Sancha seemed uncomfortable. Ariadne, a little worried, looked at Sancha.
“Sancha, are you worried? This is your chance for revenge. I might get evidence from Maletta and open a way for her in return.”
Maletta was not only Sancha’s older sister, but also an inveterate enemy. In a way, she was like the relationship between Isabella and Ariadne.
Ariadne herself, if someone told her to give up her revenge against Isabella for selfish reasons, she would have been terribly angry regardless of who that person was. She might not have stayed quiet.
“No. It’s not like that.”
Sancha vehemently shook her head. She looked at Ariadne with moist eyes.
“Miss. Please really do not bother with revenge against Malleta. I do hate Malleta, but she is also my sister. I still can’t decide whether I want revenge or not.”
“Then why the sour face. If you’re lying that there’s no need for revenge because of me, you really don’t have to.”
Ariadne took Sancha’s hand.
“I’ll do as you want. If you want to forgive your sibling, do so, and if you want to kill Malleta, I will kill her in the most painful way. Just tell me.”
Sancha shook her head fervently.
“Miss, it’s really not that. I just… just…”
Sancha let out a deep sigh.
“Malleta is an unreliable person. Although it’s true that she was in a position to know about Hippolytus Sir and Miss Isabella, there is no guarantee anywhere that what she says is the truth.”
Sancha added a word.
“There is even less guarantee that she will testify as she promised in front of Cardinal de Mare after she gets what she wants.”
Sancha looked at her miss with an anxious face.
“I don’t want Malleta to take on an important role in Miss’s plan because she’s not reliable. She will definitely cause an unexpected accident. I don’t want Miss to be harmed because of her.”
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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