“It’ll be fine once or twice.”
As she explained about the ball decorations to Sancha, Ariadne thought she felt a sharp pain from her left ring finger.
‘It must be because I’m tired.’
When 8 o’clock came, an unexpected gift arrived.
“Miss Ariadne, there are three carriages at the front gate. They said they came from the palace…”
At the words of the butler Nicolo, Ariadne hurriedly ran to the entrance. It was strange, the only thing she expected from the palace was the prince, she thought as she arrived at the entrance and was startled to see the arrived item, covering her mouth with both hands.
Purple hydrangeas filled the front entrance of the de Mare mansion.
The three opentopped carriages that brought the purple hydrangeas were filled with so many fresh flowers that it was quite a sight; enough that a person could jump in and be supported like a cloud.
Sancha, standing behind Ariadne, was on the verge of letting out a dolphinlike scream.
“Here is a message sent by the Prince.”
The servant from the palace who drove the carriage handed over Alfonso’s letter. Ariadne and Alfonso had exchanged so many letters close to notes that Ariadne could draw the palace’s gold foil pattern even with her eyes closed.
‘To dear Ariadne.
Among the white flowers, the purple hydrangeas were blooming and that scene remained in my memory for a long time. I hope you remember the hydrangeas of that day as well. I’ll arrive without delay, see you in a bit.
Alfonso.’
“What’s all this?”
Sancha, who came out after Ariadne, exclaimed.
“It’s so beautiful, Miss! The violet flower matches perfectly with our family’s coat of arms!”
It was a thoughtful gift from Alfonso, who learned from his letter exchange with her that she had only ordered the minimum quantity of lilies from the flower shop due to budget constraints.
There were no blue hydrangeas in the city shops, so it was undoubtedly made up from the greenhouse in the palace.
The warm hand that handed over what she needed without any show, the warmth made her heart swell.
But Ariadne checked herself unconsciously falling into emotion. If she succumbed to that warmth, she wouldn’t want to return to her cold, lonely world again.
The day the golden prince notices her shabbiness, she will be alone again, and the loneliness of that time would be unbearable.
So she teased Sancha with a playful smile.
“You should hate this.”
“Huh? Why?”
“We have a ball starting in three hours, and we have to weave all of this into the decorations before then.”
“What?!”
Sancha opened her mouth wide and ran around the entrance like a chick.
“If I ask the serving maids who are on their breaks to help, do you think they’ll oblige?”
“Do you have that many close friends?”
“Just a couple… what to do?”
Ariadne had a way.
“You have to grease the wheels.”
Ariadne looked for butler Nicolo. He was unloading hydrangeas from the carriage, and he quickly came over when Ariadne called him.
“Yes, Miss.”
Ariadne praised him with a smile.
“Nicolo, I’ve always owed you a lot, but I haven’t had a chance to thank you.”
“Oh, don’t mention it.”
He was speaking politely, but the butler Nicolo was looking at Ariadne with anxious eyes. He seemed to be irritated, wondering why he was summoned to issue any orders outside of work, and why she was buttering him up.
Ariadne put her hand into her bosom and pulled out a gold coin. It was a gold coin worth 1 Ducato (about 1 million won), 96% pure, minted in the Republic of Porto.
“I think I need to borrow the maid Sancha and her helpers for about two hours. You arrange it on my behalf and please speak well of it to my mother. This is more of a gesture of my future requests than just a small fee for your troubles.”
Sparks flew from Butler Nicolo’s eyes. He had experienced receiving small amounts of money for providing various conveniences, but this young lady operated on a different scale.
He didn’t particularly want to get involved with the second child of the house, who was in the tight grip of Lady Lucrezia, but if she was willing to hand over a gold coin as a first greeting, he was willing to exchange favors.
Moreover, today was a special day for Cardinal de Mare’s party, which he paid special attention to. Lucrezia wouldn’t be able to do much even if he hastily arranged some maids.
“I would obviously do this even without such a thing!”
These were Nicolo’s words, who had swiftly pocketed the gold coin even faster than the blink of an eye.
“Come on, Sancha! Go up to the third floor and wake up all the lazy children sleeping in!”
While Sancha became the temporary boss of the third floor maids for interior decoration, Ariadne returned to her room on the second floor to get dressed.
Sancha wanted to take charge of Ariadne’s dressing herself, but it was impossible to do two things at the same time.
“Miss, please sit here!”
Ariadne’s dressing was helped by the newly arrived maids Anna and Maria. Anna was in charge of hair and makeup, while Maria was responsible for the dress.
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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