“You looked so healthy, I forgot. You’re a patient, Sir. Your body isn’t back to normal yet. Please lie down on the bed right away. If you’re tired, lean on me.”
Just a light push and he’d roll to the floor, so who should lean on whom?
Sure enough.
When Daniel pulled his arm away, Frida’s body swayed weakly from the recoil.
Casually catching Frida’s shaking shoulder, Daniel climbed onto the bed on his own.
But then…
Floral patterns everywhere in sight, here and there.
The bedding, the curtains, it was all a colorful flower garden.
If he hadn’t known, no matter how tired he was, he wouldn’t have had the heart to stay in this room.
After a short sigh, Daniel sat on the bed again instead of lying down, and covered his forehead with his hand.
“Shall I call the servants to prepare a separate room for me to stay in? You can use this room if you like it.”
He didn’t know how his room had become like this, but he didn’t even want to ask.
“Ah……”
The deep sigh flowed from his mouth, just short of bursting out with the profanity he learned from Ricardo.
“Um……”
At the hesitant voice, Daniel lifted his heavy head, heavy enough to fall to the floor at any moment.
What is she going to say this time?
The hand fiddling with her skirt was quite busy and frantic.
Daniel dropped the hand that was covering his forehead and clenched his fist.
“Can’t I hear what you want to say after calling the servants? I’m a bit tired.”
“Well… at the moment, there’s no separate room for you to stay in at Mweheim Castle.”
“……”
Left without a reply, Daniel remembered the structure of Mweheim Castle.
As far as he knew, it should be overflowing with empty rooms since it’s not being managed, so what is she talking about?
The hand that had been fiddling for a while clenched the skyblue dress that wrapped from her neck to her toes, creating a wrinkle.
A small voice that seemed to be sucked back in rather than coming out of her throat flowed between her thin lips.
“I, I sold them all.”
“……The rooms?”
“No, no.”
Her throat was so desperate that she worried it might break.
“The furniture. I needed money to hire people to make farmland. So, the only bed in Mweheim Castle suitable for you to sleep on is this one.”
Frida’s thin fingertips pointed at the bed where Daniel was sitting.
Daniel, who usually doesn’t get flustered easily, was quite surprised this time.
Sold the furniture? Made a farmland?
What is all this about?
Moreover, this is the only remaining bed in this large castle?
There are two people, but only one bed, where did one person sleep?
“Then where have you been sleeping…”
Her white eyebrows fluttered again like a sparrow’s wings.
What, what’s that reaction?
No way…
An unthinkable answer flashed in his mind.
“I’ve been sleeping beside you, sir.”
“Ha!”
When he heard the answer he had been afraid of, a deep sigh burst out.
For a moment, Daniel was about to blurt out a curse in front of a woman.
Forgetting the strict teachings of his mother, who had taught him not to listen to the talk of being a barbaric Milabo native.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]Fortunately, Daniel’s office survived while all the furniture in the castle had been sold off.
Perhaps because he had experienced such a staggering event, the muscles that had been rigid for three years seemed to relax at once.
Daniel sat down heavily in the chair of his office, raised his hand, and covered his forehead.
Standing side by side in front of him, creating a wide shadow, were the father and son Molly who had been called in the middle of dinner.
“Speak.”
At Daniel’s short command, Dominic scratched his chin.
“Where should I start? Should I start with how you lost balance and fell headfirst to the ground while fending off a flying spear? Or should I start with me holding your bleeding head and weeping…”
“Do you want me to really make you cry, Dominic?”
Ricardo, hearing the cold voice, chuckled and slapped the back of his son’s head.
“What did I say? I said it wouldn’t take even half a day for the lord to recover. It’s different from those frail Svergen aristocrats.”
Dominic glared at his father while holding the back of his head that was hit unexpectedly.
“What are you talking about, Dad? You were swearing yesterday that he was weaker than the Duchess.”
“That’s because I felt sorry for the lady struggling on her own. You felt the same way. If your lord continues to do this, we should find a sturdy guy and send her off to marry him.”
Bang!
Instead of Daniel’s left hand still on his forehead, his right fist struck the desk.
Without any disarray, remaining seated upright, Daniel spat out a short word.
“Speak.”
And added in a tone filled with life that the Moli family was familiar with hearing and experiencing.
“Before I forever silence those noisy mouths.”
Despite Daniel’s harsh warning, the two were not at all discouraged.
Only Ricardo, who had curbed his laughter, nudged his son’s shoulder as if to prompt him.
Clearing his throat, Dominic, no longer hesitating, opened his mouth.
“The lord, unconscious, was treated for a month at the Hawkbone Earl’s house. The doctor of the earl’s house said there was nothing more they could do. We couldn’t continue to leave the fief vacant, so we said we’d take the lord and return. The lady said she’d come along and obediently followed.”
Ricardo, remembering that time, closed his eyes slightly and added an interjection.
“She’s truly a brave person. Throughout the difficult journey to the fief, she didn’t complain once about being tired or scared. She could’ve just stayed at the Earl’s house, no one would’ve blamed her, but she chose to struggle.”
As soon as the father’s interjection ended, Dominic immediately chimed in.
“The real struggle started after arriving at the fiefdom. They say it’s a duchy, a ducal castle, but is there a proper room? Are there citizens to pay taxes? This place is just a mercenary barracks, a barracks.”
“Exactly my words. I was worried about how the frail lady would manage in this difficult place.”
Once they started, the father and son rambled on about the events of the past three years.
More than half of it was praise for the Duchess.
It was said that the Duchess started a largescale logging business, insisting that in order to develop the fief, they first needed to prepare land for the villagers to settle.
To tidy up the lush forest at the foot of Altas, they had to gather laborers, and they sold everything they could to pay wages to the people they had gathered.
Currently, the population of the fief is about five times larger than when Daniel first received the duchy.
Since last year’s harvest, they’ve started collecting taxes little by little.
“This year, they’re planting herbs in the fields tilled last year. That sells pretty well.”
“Our lady knows everything. The merchant from Baimar who came fussing and showing off had no choice but to quietly hand over his money.”
“Ricardo Moli.”
Startled by the cold voice calling him, Ricardo quickly turned his gaze to Daniel.
When the lord called him by both his name and surname, it meant his mood was really bad, remembering this, he slowly retreated.
“What did you say to me with your mouth?”
“What, what did I say?”
Just as expected, perfectly reddened eyes bore into him.
“Did you not say not to lay a finger on a girl who may not even live long, if I don’t want my wedding to be my funeral as well?”
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?
——
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!”
——
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…
——
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]
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
