“Is it because of the doctor’s personal selfish desire, not wanting the slave to leave when he regains his memory?”
She blatantly revealed her disappointment toward Sharati.
But Sharati was unfazed by his reaction.
“Is it not allowed then?”
“…!”
Sharati didn’t avoid Matapju’s gaze.
Her lips were parched, and the fist on the table trembled, but Sharati straightened her posture. She didn’t care about her timid heart that was already beating rapidly.
“I am who I am before being a doctor. I’m not righteous, not kind, not altruistic.”
Sharati was not a moralistic doctor. She didn’t live like that.
No doctor swings a weapon towards a patient bleeding profusely, nor engages in shameless behavior of receiving meat as a treatment fee from soldiers who might capture her. Sharati was just an ordinary doctor and an ordinary person.
“Even without memories, he knows how to think and express opinions. He can also judge right from wrong and make decisions. He said he won’t regain his memories, and I respect that opinion.”
Ah, Sharati let out a small sigh.
Ren’s sincere feelings, which had been constantly doubted and denied, had somehow become a confident belief inside her. It was an honest feeling that she only realized when faced with it, instead of avoiding it due to its awkwardness and unfamiliarity.
A dizzying sense of refreshing coolness poured into her mind.
The corners of her mouth, hidden by the hood, slightly lifted.
“…The current him is ‘real’ to me.”
From this moment on, Sharati had no futile hope to bear. Only a desperate hope for happiness remained.
Sharati swallowed the overwhelming emotions along with the cool milk that tickled her throat.
“…”
Still mentally and psychologically observing the growth of a young adult, Matapju, who had been silent, suddenly let out a chuckle.
“Yeah. Because you’re a doctor like this, you’ve come this far.”
It was an understanding and acknowledgment full of meanings.
On one hand, Matapju felt a bit proud that Sharati’s change of heart might be due to her advice. For the first time in a while, she was amused by her own coolness, leading the young ones with the dignity befitting her age.
“If you have the courage to reject Matapju’s repayment to that extent, you can do anything.”
Anyway, since the offered repayment was rejected as if testing the waters, it was considered done.
Matapju lightly touched the tip of her nose and stood up from her seat, ready to turn around without lingering. However, as she was about to turn abruptly, she looked back at Sharati.
“As for the slave. Isn’t it a shame about the voice?”
It was purely Matapju’s personal curiosity.
At an age when she wanted to decorate herself, become pretty, and carry a long and wide robe over her entire body, she wondered if Sharati wouldn’t want to fix her voice at least.
“Even when speaking, she paid attention to each facial expression, and her voice trembled according to reactions.”
“…”
Sharati didn’t deny it and just nodded slightly.
“Why? Aren’t you going to find that slave’s memories? Isn’t it fair to give up the doctor’s voice too?”
“Yes. I do have such thoughts.”
The affirmation came easily.
Sharati touched her throat.
“He made a big decision to stay by my side. While acknowledging his shortcomings and making efforts to improve, I couldn’t just sit idly by doing nothing.”
Sharati didn’t want to feel a sense of indebtedness to Ren.
In her own way, Sharati wanted to carry her fair share of the equal price.
“It’s a dreadful voice, and I’m still scared, worried, and frightened to make a sound, but I’ll try not to avoid it. Originally, I practiced making a sound, not just writing, with the determination not to hide my voice.”
“Don’t you suffer by doing that?”
“I don’t know any other way.”
I’ve always lived like this. Rough, difficult, and awkward.
And courage was always hard to come by.
“Living with this voice until I die is undoubtedly a sad thing, but since there are people who say even this voice is good, I’m fine as I am.”
Whether to say she hates it or to say she is stubborn, either way, she is quite strong.
Matapju chuckled.
No matter how much memory she lost, Matapju was undoubtedly the owner of a tough heart, enough to make Leoeldt Gwenvil a slave.
“Um, if it’s going to be a question-and-answer session, can I ask one too?”
“Permission granted.”
Since she said she wouldn’t accept a repayment, a question or two shouldn’t hurt.
Sharati quickly took a bundle of cloth from her bag and placed it on the table before Matapju could change the subject.
Sitting down on the floor, Matapju flicked her fingers, and the bundle of cloth Sharati pulled out unfolded with a rustling sound.
Then, a slightly withered crimson poisonous grass was revealed.
“Hmm?”
“It’s a commonly seen poisonous grass in this village.”
“Poisonous grass?”
Matapju, who had loosened her fists by now, narrowed her eyes alternately at Sharati and the poisonous grass.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen this poisonous grass, and it seems quite different from ordinary poisonous grass. If you’ve ever seen this kind of poisonous grass or have any related information…”
“Just a moment.”
Matapju, who furrowed her brow, raised her head.
“What makes you so sure it’s poisonous grass?”
“…!”
Matapju pointed at the bundle of cloth.
“Isn’t it just a wildflower?”
Wildflower? Sharati kept her gaze on the crimson poisonous grass without lowering it.
Several leaves shaped like crimson flower buds, and small beads resembling frog eggs attached to long roots clinging to the roots. It didn’t look like an ordinary wildflower.
But Matapju’s eyes were telling the truth. She really saw the crimson poisonous grass as a wildflower.
Suddenly, the words of the old man with white hair from last time came to mind.
[Long ago, that’s how it was when this village was handed over. He said it was a precious resource that would be greatly used in the future.]For a moment, her spine tingled.
Was the resource of rebellion indeed just a giant lump of mana, and nothing more?
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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