Philip calmly explained to the two what might happen in the future.
Marlboro’s eyes were deeply serious.
On the other hand, Laila looked cautious.
Laila, the princess of the neighboring weak nation Ferdes, was somewhat fragile but was famous for her beauty and compassion.
The king had long had his eye on her for Marlboro.
“I’d prefer a submissive queen.”
Laila, who became a victim of a political marriage due to political pressure, was greatly shocked.
It was not because she couldn’t marry the one she loved.
Of course, she had expected that, being born a princess, her marriage could be such.
What was shocking was that she couldn’t marry a prince, despite being born a princess.
Unable to refuse, Laila entered the mansion crying and was raised with Marlboro.
Laila, who looked as if her life had ended, was pitiful, but all Philip, under a gag order, could do was silently watch and wait.
He waited instead of educating her in taste or thought.
Hoping that she would open her heart to Marlboro.
Fortunately, the two began a young love before long.
Only then did Philip feel relieved.
Their soulmates had completed each other on the possibly rugged road of being king.
But Marlboro’s expression darkened after hearing Philip’s story.
“Why is that?”
“I’m worried that Laila might be in danger.”
Marlboro knew that he would inherit the throne.
He had studied a lot for governance after his coronation, but he was not pleased to be thrown into the storm of politics.
The fact that his real father, the king, hid his existence by adopting him as Philip’s son meant that the palace was dangerous.
If possible, Marlboro wanted to simply inherit the earldom and manage the territory with Laila.
But he couldn’t go so far as to say that. Marlboro knew the effort Philip had made to protect the royal command until now.
“Quickwitted ones always exist, and they’ll soon feel insecure. I’m thinking of employing appropriate escorts.”
Philip leaned back on the sofa. Then Ellen came to mind.
“How has Ellen been treating you lately?”
“Mother?”
Marlboro, who seemed to question, caught eyes with Laila.
“I saw her at the tea party after giving the honeymoon gift.”
Laila, who hesitated, bowed her head deeply.
“Father, I’m sorry I can’t choose and make friends.”
Philip smiled bitterly.
“How is it your fault? The one who blocked the visits of the young nobles in the first place was the lady, not you.”
“She also worried about you.”
Worried about what? It was just an excuse for the mischief she wanted to play.
Philip swallowed the words.
Ellen was still Laila’s stepmother.
He had gone directly to the tea party venue upon hearing the report from the maid. Otherwise, everyone might have been whipped.
But Philip doubted his ears at what Marlboro said.
“I have not seen her since I returned from the honeymoon.”
“Ellen… would she not go?”
Ellen, who daily found something to criticize in her children.
Then Marlboro too felt something was off.
“I really haven’t seen her. I didn’t notice, but now that I see, that’s true.”
It was strange. It wasn’t like Ellen if she were the woman he knew.
“Didn’t she say ‘Welcome to the World’ then? So the meaning of that…”
Philip cut his words short.
Considering Ellen’s character, her ‘Welcome to the World’ at that time must have been a warning.
“Since Father has made a decision…”
A decision… Philip’s divorce.
Marlboro, who was wearing gloves, nodded.
He looked like he was ready to speak honestly about how he had taken ‘Welcome to the World’, and Philip unknowingly tensed up.
But Marlboro closed his mouth. Contrary to the atmosphere that seemed ready to spill everything.
Certainly, I will translate the passage as per your guidelines:
“Well then, it’s not like we can talk easily about this time.”
Philip let out a sigh deep down.
Marlboro had always dealt with Ellen’s torment on his own. He had never mentioned Ellen first.
No matter how much Ellen tormented him, she was his own mother and Philip’s wife.
But Philip knew everything. Even if Marlboro didn’t directly speak of Ellen’s wickedness, there were many ways for it to reach Philip’s ears indirectly.
“You’ve suffered a lot enduring Ellen’s behavior all this time. Now you can speak freely about it.”
At Philip’s reassurance, Marlboro took a deep breath.
“I believed she would hate me until death… Such a mother cries ‘Welcome to the World’?”
He understood the simple meaning of the sentence itself, but the moment he heard Ellen’s cry, Marlboro had thought all sorts of things.
He would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised.
But speaking openly about Ellen in front of Philip was still uncomfortable, so Marlboro only spoke of the most simply accepted meaning.
“It sounded like a warning to be prepared for life in the mansion.”
Philip nodded once, accepting Marlboro’s words. Anyone who heard would have understood it that way.
“So, my daughterinlaw Laila must have suffered more.”
Laila, who had been quietly listening to the two’s conversation, was suddenly startled.
“…Yes?”
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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