In front of the butler whose face had turned pale white, Doana was miserably kneeling, shedding tears.
“I was too ashamed… I thought I wouldn’t tell anyone, but I can’t let it go on like this.”
Doana held herself tightly, her face covered in tears.
Her hands were shaking, she was looking at the butler with a frightened expression. The butler was at a loss for words, facing Doana who was suddenly attacking him.
Into his field of vision came the household servants who were buzzing around.
They alternately looked at me and Doana, murmuring with a very shocked expression.
‘…Surely, they don’t all believe this?’
Cold sweat trickled down the butler’s back.
He had lived for sixty years, proud of never having done anything to be ashamed of.
Born as the second son of a baronet’s house, he followed an elite course and entered the Earl’s house at a younger age than his peers.
The position of ‘butler’ had initially weighed heavily on his shoulders, but now he was a person with such exceptional abilities that there were jokes saying the mansion might not run without him.
Not only that, his attitude towards the employees was very kind, so everyone followed the butler well.
But the butler had no confidence that they would blindly believe in him.
In rumors, the most important thing is not the ‘truth’, and he knew this better than anyone.
The baronet’s wife, Gwenn’s mother, had eventually taken her own life due to malicious agitation.
He was just 2 years old, too young to fully feel his mother’s love.
‘…She was insulted by an absurd rumor that she had another man’s child, and in the end, she took her own life out of shame.’
Without any evidence, the baronet’s wife had pleaded on her knees for people to believe her, but Gwenn’s father, the baronet, didn’t even try to verify the truth and didn’t believe her words.
When it became known that even her husband was ignoring her, people pushed her into the role of an impious woman.
Raised in a conservative family, she couldn’t endure the invisible stonethrowing from people towards her and eventually made an extreme choice.
Gwenn’s father proceeded with a genetic test only after the baronet’s wife lost her life.
The baronet, who didn’t believe her until he received the results, regretted it only after the butler confirmed that Gwenn was his real son.
People don’t care whether the floating rumors are true or not.
They just need something to talk about that stimulates their monotonous daily life.
Despite pleas to stop, the nonstopping criticism and abuse.
They changed their attitude as soon as they saw the victim who had passed away.
“How unfortunate.”
“I believed from the start that the baronet’s wife wouldn’t do that.”
“Right.”
“Poor her.”
When her innocence was revealed, the people who had taken the lead in insulting the baronet’s wife mourned her.
Claiming they never doubted her.
The baronet’s wife was murdered.
Killing someone with a knife is not the only way to commit murder. She was brutally murdered by dozens, no, hundreds of sharp tongues.
It was homicide, not suicide.
In front of the butler standing stiff, Doana shouted harshly.
“Please save me… Please forgive me! You… you humiliated me regardless of my will! You insulted me with my ruined face, saying what more could I do now!”
Only Doana’s sobbing sound echoed in the corridor.
Looking at Doana who was lying and taking advantage of me in front of people, the butler thought it was all over.
“Why are you lying? I swear to God, I did nothing.”
Hearing the butler’s voice tremble, Doana laughed quietly to herself.
‘Why indeed. Because you touched me wrong.’
Even while lying down, Doana glanced around and observed the reactions.
Everyone was keeping their heads down and not stepping forward.
In this game, it was clear that the winner was Doana, herself.
Then, a shadow was cast over Doana’s head, who was looking at the floor.
The people of the Earl’s house crowded between the butler and Doana.
Doana squinted and looked at their legs. The direction of their feet was towards Doana.
Looking at the people who were facing not the butler but her, Doana cheered silently inside.
‘Yes, now they will embrace me who is sobbing.’
And she would spew harsh words towards the elderly butler.
Doana thought they would believe her words without a doubt.
Breaking the long silence, someone opened their mouth.
“Really… I haven’t seen people like this before, it’s too much.”
It was Han Yoojang.
She said exactly what Doana wanted to hear. Doana grinned at the situation going as she planned.
But Doana’s smile didn’t last long.
“Doana, why are you talking like that?”
Han Yoojang’s sharp voice was directed not at the butler, but at Doana.
‘…What?’
The triumphant look in Doana’s eyes wavered. It was then that she looked up and stared at the people standing in front of her.
Everyone in the mansion looked at her with disgusted expressions.
“Is the butler like that?”
“I saw you getting scolded by the butler last night. Is this how you betray someone over that?”
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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