The narcissus garden was among the easiertonavigate gardens within the palace. This was because the narcissi were all short, making the entire garden visible at a glance.
Moreover, Ariadne had lived in Palazzo Carlo for nine years. She could find every shortcut in the palace even with her eyes closed. She set foot in the narcissus garden at night, laden with a heavy fragrance.
“Ari!”
Alfonso’s voice greeted her warmly.
Detecting her presence, he ran from under the ivy arch set up in the center of the narcissus garden and extended his hand to her, who was walking from the entrance of the garden.
“Did you have a hard time finding your way? I was worried because it took you a long time.”
Ariadne looked at Alfonso in silence. The stars were studded like jewels in the purple sky with a bluish hue, and Alfonso, wearing a light blue royal dress and golden hair as if melted gold, fitted well into the scene.
Considering Alfonso’s blue dress and Princess Lariessa’s orange dress spinning around the floor together, Ariadne momentarily considered slapping his hand away, but she liked Alfonso too much for that.
Ariadne took Alfonso’s extended hand, slightly late, although she did not hide her sulking.
“Fool.”
Alfonso, laughing, pulled Ariadne’s hand towards him and touched his lips to her fingertips.
“Take off your gloves.”
“Why?”
“Danced with Count Cesare, holding this hand, didn’t you? Take off your gloves now.”
Although he told her to take them off, impatient Alfonso pulled off Ariadne’s silk gloves with his teeth and kissed her fingers.
“Um.”
Her retort became meaningless. Ariadne thought to herself, Alfonso must know that I am weak for him.
Alfonso’s lips interrupted Ariadne’s thoughts. He moved down to the root of her fingers and nuzzled his lips against the soft part where the fingers diverge.
“Ah…!”
Ariadne tried to clench her hand at the touch of the sensitive area.
“Shh, stay still.”
Alfonso moved towards the middle of her palm. At his tickling breath, Ariadne squirmed.
“Oh, stop it.”
At her protest, Alfonso looked up at Ariadne’s face. He was already in a state of almost hugging her. Alfonso whispered into her ear.
“I thought I was going crazy when you danced with that Cesare guy.”
Alfonso, locking eyes with her with his halfderanged eyes, gently gazed at Ariadne. Ariadne replied immediately.
“You and Princess Lariessa…”
But Ariadne couldn’t finish her sentence. Alfonso, who had been silent for a moment, covered Ariadne’s lips without a word.
“…Ah!”
It was a sudden movement. Alfonso clung to Ariadne fervently, as if to make up for the torment he had endured all evening.
His hot breath tickled her skin. In addition to the dense fragrance of narcissus filling the garden, there was a clear trace of vanilla from Alfonso.
At first, Ariadne seemed to push Alfonso away, but she soon passionately responded to his kiss.
She wrapped her arms around Alfonso’s neck as if clinging to him and kissed him while his hand slid down her neck, holding her.
When Alfonso tightened his embrace, she pressed herself even closer to him, and Alfonso was unable to concentrate on anything else but her soft body pressed against his upper body.
“Haah…!”
His kiss deepened, becoming more intense. Ariadne breathed heavily, lacking breath. Alfonso did not let her go, he persistently followed her.
Ariadne’s hair was wildly disheveled under Alfonso’s hand. Ariadne exuded a lovely fragrance.
Alfonso, who had little interest in perfume, didn’t know what scent it was, but he clearly remembered that it was the scent of Ariadne. He made sure to savor every last drop related to her without missing a single one.
“Ah….”
Ariadne twitched slightly in his arms. It seemed she was hurt by his overly tight embrace. On the verge of crushing her, he managed to regain his senses and looked up at the sky.
“O Divine Being in the sky, accept the burnt offering that I present to you…..”
Ariadne sweetly broke the kiss, oblivious to Alfonso silently praying, and looked up at him with her green eyes that shone like starlight. He too gazed back at her with deeply set eyes.
The young lovers were wrapped in each other’s arms, exchanging glances in a garden full of daffodils. Alfonso rubbed his nose against Ariadne’s cheek.
He suddenly spoke.
“I’m sorry. For not breaking up with Lariessa on time.”
Ariadne, who missed her chance to retort, looked up at Alfonso. Once he apologizes first, it leaves her with nothing to say.
“I made it clear to her, I don’t want to marry you.”
Surprisingly, Ariadne’s eyes widened as she stared at Alfonso.
“Is it okay? She didn’t get angry or anything?”
She seemed like she was not someone to be trifled with.
Alfonso shook his head.
“No. She seemed shocked, but she didn’t cry or scream.”
Ariadne sighed in relief. They didn’t have high expectations for Lady Lariessa in the first place. The fact that she didn’t throw a tantrum or scream right there is a success.
“Why did you say that at the ball, you could have gotten into trouble.”
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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