The Ex-Husband Demands Reunion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
Everyone looked as if they’d seen the Grim Reaper.
Laila quickly bowed to me, and her stiff friends hastily lowered their heads as well, catching on.
Standing before them, I gently lifted the corners of my lips.
“Oh my, Laila, having a tea party with your friends here?”
“Yes, yes, Mother.”
Then I smiled kindly at Laila’s trembling friends.
“I’m so pleased to meet you. It looks like you’re having a lovely time.”
I flicked my finger to call Laila. She stepped before me, hands clasped respectfully.
“You stay right here for a moment.”
Next, I instructed Sir Mild to open the picnic basket.
“I brought some cake and pies myself instead of the maids.”
I pulled a large chocolate cake from the basket.
“It looks absolutely delicious.”
I told a maid to cut the cake into three equal pieces and place each on a plate.
Seeing my calm demeanor, the three girls exhaled in relief, apparently hoping I hadn’t overheard their conversation.
Originally, I was supposed to say, “I hope you’ll build a deep friendship with our Laila.”
But now my mind had changed.
“Being the villainess really comes in handy right now. Deep friendship? What nonsense!”
I widened my eyes and immediately hurled the cake slices straight into the faces of A, B, and C.
“Eat this! You rude little brats! I heard everything!”
“Kyaaah!”
“Uwaaah!”
In an instant, all three were completely smeared with chocolate cake. They began pleading desperately, as if they’d die without my forgiveness.
“Please spare us, Madam!”
“We’re sorry! Please forgive us!”
“Sorry or not, just you try running away! You’ll get whipped instead of cake!”
After issuing that threat, I grabbed the apple pies, sandwiches, and cookies from the picnic basket and wildly threw them at the three!
“Kyaaaaah!”
“Huuuuhhh!”
They screamed and wailed as if dying, but couldn’t move an inch, taking every hit I threw.
“What was that about? What did you do in bed? Still putting on airs, huh?”
Having thoroughly ruined their appearances, I yanked the tablecloth sharply.
Crash!
The teacups on the table shattered with a loud clatter.
“Do you even know who she is? I treated you as friends, and this is how you repay me? So full of yourselves there’s no room left for a liver?”
“Huuuuuhhh! Countess! Please, have mercy!”
Terrified, the three could no longer stand properly. They crawled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
“You think I need friends like you?”
I shrieked loudly and was about to hurl the now-empty picnic basket at them.
Just then, someone wrapped their arms around my waist from behind.
“Let go of me!”
I tried to wrench free, but the forearm I grabbed was thick and solid.
“Sir Mild! I said let go!”
I absolutely had to teach a proper lesson to those who tormented our Laila!
But the man’s unmoving arm only tightened its grip. My body was lifted effortlessly—
so absurdly light.
“Madam. Please maintain your dignity.”
“……!”
It was Philip.
Marlboro, who must have arrived earlier, was already shielding Laila’s shoulders and stepping back to a safer distance.
“I saw everything as I approached. I noticed you standing quietly behind the wall and wondered what you were up to—only to find you causing such an uncivilized ruckus.”
“Let go!”
I tried wriggling out of Philip’s arms. With my weight, a few good kicks should’ve done it.
But I couldn’t understand—how was Philip this strong? Unless I attacked outright, escaping his hold was impossible.
“Clean this up.”
Philip gave a brief order to the maids. He also addressed Laila’s friends, who were gasping for breath.
“It’s a shame this rare tea party turned into such a mess. I’ll look into the details separately, and if anyone owes an apology, they’ll give it.”
Without another word, Philip turned toward the mansion—still carrying me. I kicked and thrashed with all my might.
“An apology? They’re the rude ones!”
But Philip kept his lips tightly shut and simply walked on, holding me firmly.
Eventually, I gave up trying to escape his arms.
Instead, I pointed furiously and shouted at the top of my lungs until Laila’s friends were out of sight.
“You’re lucky this is all you’re getting! Get out right now!”
“Madam, please calm down.”
Philip tried to soothe me, but I ignored him completely.
“Don’t you ever play with our Laila again! Don’t contact her! Just you try showing up in front of me!”
At the mansion entrance, the maids I’d met at the crossroads had gathered, looking extremely anxious. They must have reported to Philip the moment they handed me the basket.
“You told the Count?”
At my question, the maids shrank back, trembling as if they’d seen death itself. Philip answered coolly in their stead.
“You have no reason to blame the maids. I ordered them to report immediately whenever they encountered you.”
“What?”
“You’ve gone looking for Marlboro and Laila without being informed of their schedule more than once, haven’t you?”
“This time, I truly meant to be kind to Laila!”
“Is that so?”
“What kind of reaction is that?”
“It’s hardly appropriate to say that after wrecking a tea party like that.”
His focus on the outcome alone deflated me instantly.
“Well… of course it didn’t turn out exactly as I intended.”
Only after we entered the room did Philip finally set me down and straighten his disheveled clothes.
“Philip, let me explain everything.”
I wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, but Philip just sighed and shook his head.
“I’ll investigate the matter myself. For now, Madam, please rest.”
He strode out, and the door closed behind him—but the sound was different from usual.
Feeling uneasy, I quickly pulled the door. Sure enough, it was locked.
I pounded on it loudly.
“What’s this? Are you locking me in?”
Philip’s voice came from the other side.
“It’s for the maids’ safety while I’m away.”
“Oh, as if I’d harm the maids!”
“You said the same last time. You seem extremely agitated—please cool your head for a bit. I’ll return shortly.”
“Even if you come back soon, this is still imprisonment!”
“Please understand, Madam. I don’t wish to do this either.”
“Understand? Are you joking? Do you really think I’d tolerate such injustice?”
I protested fiercely, but Philip’s voice didn’t come again. He must have already left.
“Idiot, fool—you don’t even know the full story.”
Annoying as it was, I could hardly blame Philip. After all, Ellen herself had caused more than one scandal.
“Tch. If I don’t endure it, what else can I do?”
In the end, all I could do was lean back on the sofa and hope the investigation would finish quickly.
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.
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Philip returned and unlocked the door an hour later.
“I’ve heard the full story from everyone present—Laila, her friends, the attending maid, and even Sir Mild.”
I lifted my chin confidently.
“The friends were acting strangely, weren’t they?”
“Their accounts differed.”
Sir Mild and the maid told the truth as they saw it, but the friends claimed I’d suddenly appeared and started a rampage, crying injustice.
“Sir Mild and the maid are telling the truth. Didn’t Laila say the same?”
Philip, rubbing his temples as if it gave him a headache, soon shook his head.
“Laila did tell the same story, but she also tried to protect her friends. Regardless, their fault is clear.”
“Whew—protecting them even then? Being overly generous isn’t always good.”
I shook my head along with him, and Philip cleared his throat.
“Hmm. Anyway, I asked what she intends to do about the friendship.”
“Of course she must cut ties with such impolite friends.”
There was no need to hesitate—it was the obvious choice. They were utterly useless, even if they hadn’t appeared in the original novel.
“What did Laila say she’d do?”
“Laila said she deeply regrets causing you trouble. She’ll sort things out with her friends and come apologize afterward.”
Laila’s decision was to sever ties with them.
“Good.”
Though Laila now had not a single friend left, I didn’t worry at all—I already had alternatives.
“We’ll just have her make new, better friends.”
There are several young noblewomen from aristocratic families whom Marlboro will encounter when he ascends the throne.
They’ll become loyal handmaidens to Queen Laila—meeting them early wouldn’t hurt.
But Philip looked utterly baffled.
“Did you eat crow meat or something? Or are you giving medicine right after the poison?”
“What?”
“Weren’t you the one who chased away all of Laila’s noble friends?”
“…….”
“Oh, right.”
I was speechless at the actions of the body’s original owner.
Philip stood up.
“Laila is pitiful, but this time, Madam, you were right. Now please rest.”
I tried to stop him.
“Wait!”
But Philip was already gone.
“Ugh. That clueless man—locking me up without even apologizing.”
Frustrated by Philip’s response, I crossed my arms and grumbled to myself.
Then I remembered the original Ellen, shrugged my shoulders, and found my own mental victory.
“Philip even admitted I was right. That’s good enough.”
Causing a scene at Laila’s tea party matched the original plot—but so what?
The troublesome weeds had been removed, after all.
Besides, I knew well that hearing “you’re right” once wouldn’t magically change people around me.
“Well… even a broken clock is right twice a day. To Philip, this must’ve felt like one of those times.”
Anyway, once I leave, that’s it. Now I need to find a place to live.
Especially since I couldn’t alter the original plot, I must inspect the house even more carefully.
Starting the next day, I began hurriedly touring the territory with Sir Mild.
I needed to inspect the houses Philip had prepared.
Our chosen transport was a two-seater open black carriage, easily pulled by a single black horse.
Though small, it looked dignified and charming, and was light enough for easy travel.
I sat in the carriage holding a white lace parasol, while Mild took the driver’s seat and guided the horse.
The cheerful sound of hooves and the gentle sway of the carriage felt refreshingly pleasant.
The cityscape, with its medieval European atmosphere, even resembled a fairy tale world.
Of course, not every part of the city was pretty and tidy.
According to the list, Philip had reviewed as many as ten houses for Ellen.
All were purchased by Philip and currently unoccupied.
“There’s only one that matches the conditions of the two-story house Ellen lived in—I’ll save that for last…”
I thoroughly inspected the other nine houses.
Small houses, large houses, even a manor on the outskirts of the territory.
New civil servants soon to work here would move in, paying slightly below market rent.
The house layouts, sizes, and surroundings were decent enough, but perhaps because I’d lived in the Count’s mansion, none of them truly appealed to me.
After two days of touring, only the two-story house remained to inspect.
That house lay down a narrow alley leading from the city into the slums.
The path was so narrow—barely wide enough for three people—that we had to leave the carriage at a storage lot and walk while checking the map.
“He actually considered a place like this as a residence for Ellen?”
I worried we might run into thugs on the way, and was baffled by Philip’s choice, clearly made with worst-case scenarios in mind.
And Ellen herself, accepting this worst-conditioned two-story house among ten as compensation—equally absurd.
“What on earth is this?”
Of course, as a reader, I’d enjoyed Ellen’s misfortunes—but that was then. Now that it was my own story, it felt entirely different.
“No matter how heavenly Philip’s looks are, this makes him utterly unattractive.”
I suddenly felt a strong urge to start a business and earn money immediately.
After spacing out for a moment, I decided it’d be better to quickly build my own fortune before divorce than be chased out to a place like this.
As we passed through the winding alley, vagrants leaning against the walls glanced at us.
The stench of alcohol and foul odors made me grimace involuntarily.
“What if they pick a fight?”
Of course, I wasn’t overly worried—I could defend myself well enough, and Sir Mild was armed.
Still, the mere possibility of such a situation felt unpleasant.
“Does it have to be this path? Should I ask if there’s another way?”
If there was a detour, it’d be best to take it.
Just then, the vagrants staggered to their feet.
“…….”
Their skin was rough, their eyes unsteady, and their hands trembled as they clutched wooden liquor bottles.
Their slow, creeping movements felt ominous.
Those wooden bottles could turn into weapons at any moment—it was troubling.
“Should I run? Or fight?”
One, two, three…
I silently counted the vagrants.
Including those farther ahead, there were six in total.
In an open area, it might be manageable—but in this narrow alley, a fight would leave little room to maneuver.
Yet I wasn’t confident that running was the better choice either.
“Even if I run, can I safely escape through these unfamiliar, tangled alleys?”
I’d been walking sporadically even while checking the map—how could I dash off without knowing the way?
I glanced quickly at Sir Mild.
Seeing his calm demeanor, it seemed there might not be a real problem.
“Should I just trust Sir Mild and charge straight through?”
Encouraged by the guard’s composure, I took one more step forward.
Just then—
Clatter-clatter-clatter…!
An old wooden liquor bottle slipped from a vagrant’s hand and rolled across the ground.
A twist of fate unfolded.
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]
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A gust of wind rustled black hair. And a pair of very startled purple eyes met m
A gust of wind rustled black hair. And a pair of very startled purple eyes met mine directly.
But Philip wasn’t foolish enough to believe that lie.
Unfortunately, Philip is foolish enough to believe that the truth is a lie.
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This is a repeat of an earlier chapter, not actually chapter 91 – please fix
This is a repeated chapter.
Repeat chapter