‘An insufferable brat.’
Aidan clenched his teeth, twisting his body half a turn to pull Brody away from Jax’s sword.
Jax’s blade narrowly missed Aidan’s back.
Aidan lifted Jax’s sword up, creating an opening, and then struck him with his shoulder.
Crash.
Jax’s sturdy body slammed into the wooden inn wall, creating a deep dent.
“Brody, are you all right?”
Aidan effortlessly gripped a sword that would be twohanded for ordinary people with one hand, swinging it as if holding a light branch, all while holding Brody.
Despite his large frame, Aidan moved so quickly that Brody felt as if she were on a ride, completely disoriented and unable to grasp what was happening.
She felt dizzy but simply nodded her head.
Once Brody’s safety was confirmed, Aidan approached Jax, who was struggling to stand after being slammed into the wall.
Aidan slashed down with frightening force.
Jax let out a creaking groan, using both hands to parry Aidan’s sword.
The blow was so heavy it felt as if the feet were driven into the floor.
Jax barely managed to push Aidan’s sword away, sliding his body forward to escape.
But Aidan didn’t miss the opportunity and spun around, targeting Jax’s back.
Regrettably, the sword only managed to tear a long gash in Jax’s shirt.
Jax seemed more offended by his torn clothing than the pain of the heavy blow, grimacing as he glared at Aidan.
‘It’s a pity, I could have finished it.’
Aidan clicked his tongue internally.
He moved his body quietly, his expression impassive, seemingly unfazed by Jax’s growling.
Suddenly, Aidan’s sword was thrust back to where Jax had been.
Jax desperately dodged, and the inn’s furniture and utensils were knocked over and broken, causing a mess.
“Ah… Ah… Guest… Guest…!”
The innkeeper’s moaning filled the room.
The employees and guests gathered at the narrow door, buzzing.
But no one dared to enter the room where the brawl was taking place.
Jax was too focused on Aidan’s attack to care about the surroundings.
He continued to destroy the furniture while constantly targeting Brody.
Aidan was bothered by the onlookers.
Although he had successfully defused the situation by pretending to be a newlywed couple, fighting with his true abilities might lead to people suspecting his real identity. Being Aidan of the North was quite problematic.
By now, Brody had figured out the situation. She realized that Jax was targeting her and that Aidan was concerned about people’s stares.
Despite the unfamiliar sound of clashing swords near her body, Brody finally made up her mind.
She deliberately shouted towards the door where people were watching.
“You must be some brother, claiming me as his little sister and then trying to kill me like this, with fire in your eyes.”
“……!”
At those words, Jax was startled, only then realizing the audience.
He quickly jumped to close the inn’s door with a bang!
A startled scream came from outside as the door abruptly closed.
Jax tried to lock the door, but the lock was broken when he had forced his way in, leaving him with a frustrated expression.
Then, suddenly, vines grew from the door, twisting around the bolt. The door was firmly sealed.
Jax sharply turned to look at Brody.
‘Why is she?’
Surprisingly, Brody was wearing a faint smile.
It seemed as if she was asking, now that the door is closed, which side is at a disadvantage?
Jax ground his teeth in anger, but he seemed to feel a loss of face and couldn’t bring himself to open the door again.
Meanwhile, Aidan, holding Brody, was slowly approaching Jax.
Jax felt sweat gathering in the palm of his hand gripping the sword, and glanced momentarily toward the window.
If things went wrong, he had to escape through the window.
“Planning to escape through the window?”
Brody spoke with a melodious voice.
“Well, there’s no honor or face to save against us anyway.”
“Huh!”
Jax, who seemed to have been biting his lips in anger, suddenly lost his balance and fell backwards with a thump, as something pulled at his ankle.
Plants were sprouting from the floor, winding around Jax’s ankle and growing.
“What are you doing! Brody, how, how could you! To me!”
Jax shouted as if he couldn’t believe it.
He couldn’t believe that Brody, the very Brody who would risk her life for him, would lay a hand on him.
“Brody.”
Aidan, who had been maintaining a stoic expression while launching numerous attacks, called Brody with a furrowed brow.
He seemed to be worried about Brody using the power of a plant mage when her body hadn’t fully recovered yet.
“Shh.”
Brody held up her index finger in front of Aidan’s lips, smiling as if to reassure him.
Meanwhile, the plant stems continued to climb over the fallen Jax, tightly binding him.
Of course, it had first bound his chattering mouth, so he could only make muffled groaning sounds.
“Ah, by the way, the poison ivy obeys quite well. What do you think, Your Grace? Are you interested?”
A poison ivy with red leaves and stems began to sprout and wriggle in front of the fallen Jax’s eyes.
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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