If she became the only one, wouldn’t she receive his warm gaze even more?
I had never experienced such warmth, so the thought of being left alone with a vivid red in my monochrome life made it impossible to see anything else.
“Alright, just a moment.”
However, no matter how much I forced the corners of my mouth to lift, only a somewhat lonely smile emerged.
I clenched my fist tightly enough for my fingernails to dig into my palm.
“One remaining wish… Can I use it now?”
The first wish, exchanged for helping Kyrion twice at the academy, was used for a simple dinner, but I had been saving the second wish until now.
Just in case of unforeseen circumstances.
Kyrion turned back, his gaze slightly hardened. As if he feared hearing this conversation.
Seeing that, memories of their dealings at the academy and the incident of hunting Elding were still vivid in her memory. It felt difficult to meet his eyes as if those memories were being denied.
“A wish?”
“Yes… As a condition for helping during the Elding hunt, you agreed to grant me one wish.”
Kyrion still looked uncomfortable, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Esmeralda hesitated to open her mouth again.
“So, that wish from back then…”
“Alright.”
Kyrion responded rigidly.
“What do you wish for?”
Esmeralda rubbed her ink-filled palm nervously.
“May I hold your hand for a moment?”
She understood too. It was an awkward wish from the listener’s perspective. But there was no other way.
At least for a few seconds, she had to hold it. If she grabbed it carelessly, Kyrion would likely shake her off immediately.
“Hand?”
His twisted lips seemed to freeze with a faint touch of disgust.
But Kyrion soon reached out his hand.
“Just once.”
Esmeralda flipped her hand to keep it from being visible and, trying to suppress the trembling of her hand, grabbed Kyrion’s hand.
“It’ll only take a moment.”
Whispering softly to conceal her trembling voice, Esmeralda poured out all the magical power she had gathered.
I stumbled aimlessly.
Heath said I could think slowly without feeling pressured, but I couldn’t ease my mind.
My head was filled with thoughts, and I couldn’t even pay attention to where I was walking.
“Oops.”
While lost in thought, I accidentally bumped into someone.
“Kyrion.”
His hair was disheveled, and his breathing was rough, as if he had rushed.
Trying to hide my complicated emotional state, I asked brightly, “Is there something urgent?”
“Sister.”
Taking a deep breath, Kyrion opened his mouth again.
“Don’t get married.”
It felt like being stabbed.
Unknowingly, I took a step back. But after a few steps, I was blocked.
Kyrion gently pulled my waist, lowering his head. His gaze looking down at me was intensely persistent.
“Don’t get married, sister.”
The palpitations that had been uncomfortable for a while now seemed to be getting stronger.
As Kyrion pulled me closer again, the distance between us almost disappeared as if we were about to embrace.
“Don’t get married. Please, I beg you.”
The low voice was as rough as a beast’s growl, yet infinitely gentle.
“Why?”
The words, “You’re going to get married too, right?” hung on the tip of my tongue.
Kyrion gently lifted my chin, and our eyes met. His gaze shook more roughly than I had imagined. Like fragile glass about to shatter. Incredibly precarious.
“Even just imagining my sister getting married drives me crazy.”
And the whisper that tickled my ear sounded as if it could be heard or not.
“I only have my sister. You’re trying to leave me.”
A sigh, accompanied by a weight settling on my shoulders, and the arm supporting my waist tightened until my toes lifted slightly.
“So, can’t you… not get married?”
Kyrion, with his face buried in my shoulder, whispered.
“Even just imagining my sister getting married drives me crazy…”
It felt like I was hearing my own feelings through Kyrion’s voice.
Honestly, I couldn’t imagine Kyrion marrying someone. Even if that someone were the protagonist Esmeralda from the original work.
It was truly a selfish feeling, but I didn’t like the idea of Kyrion, who had only liked and followed me, prioritizing someone else over me.
“I only have my sister.”
Unintentionally, I felt somewhat relieved. The discomfort that had persisted seemed to subside a bit.
“So, can’t you… not get married?”
However, the expression of the Duchess, who had called me ‘our daughter,’ and the wrinkles that folded when she smiled, continued to linger in a corner of my mind.
The sighing figure.
My heart constricted suddenly.
“Ah…”
In the end, I pushed Kyrion away.
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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