The rain fell in heavy drops, saturating the ground.
As if a hole had been punched through the sky, a torrential downpour spilled out from the ominous clouds above.
Being shown out into the yard by a butler who had firmly instructed her not to follow for fear of catching a cold, was a severe reality in which even a farewell could not be spared.
This profession paid considerably higher than other places.
No one was willing to welcome those who had been fired from other households.
This was an unwritten rule in the aristocracy.
The servants wept at the harsh reality that they could not even bid farewell.
The butler raised his head and stared blankly at the endless falling raindrops.
His vision blurred.
A sense of loss rushed over him as if a hole had been punched into his chest.
The sky, blanketed with dark storm clouds.
His life had been as gloomy as this.
“How bitter……”
Despite the downpour, he had no desire, or the presence of mind, to use an umbrella.
Being driven out of a place he had dedicated his whole life to was nothing but heartbreaking.
What was the point of dedicating his life to this place?
Being driven away without any recognition…
A clear stream of liquid, either rain or tears, streamed down his cheeks.
The once plump and healthy butler now looked pitifully thin, his expression one of a man who had lost everything.
Rosé ran towards the stationary butler.
She held an umbrella in one hand, but it was insufficient against the torrential downpour.
Her long dress hem was soaking wet.
She had run without avoiding the puddles, her shoes filled with muddy water.
Each step she took, her shoes squelched from the rainwater.
Rosé, who detested getting wet, didn’t notice her soaking shoes and dress.
Had her sodden dress ever been this cumbersome?
“Heavy.”
Rosé’s steps were heavier than usual due to the waterlogged dress.
Then, a carriage came speeding from a distance.
The clattering of horse hooves and the discordant sound of the wheels were unusually loud.
The carriage, splashing muddy water as it came, stopped in front of the butler.
Rosé had a feeling. If the butler left like this, she would never see him again.
“No……!”
She could not let this happen.
She wanted to at least exchange a final farewell.
Rosé shouted at the butler who was approaching the carriage.
“Gwen!”
Rosé’s voice echoed through the storm.
The butler, who had been walking with weak steps, flinched.
A woman’s voice from behind.
‘Someone has come out despite my saying no need for farewells.’
He didn’t want to turn around.
His situation was too pitiful.
He didn’t want to show his broken state until the very end.
His last dignity was to bid farewell with a smiling face.
‘Is it Miss Rosé……?’
The only person who would defy his words and come out would be her in that mansion.
The butler moved his feet quietly without thinking of turning around.
A dark shadow was cast over the head of the butler who was walking with his head down and no strength.
The torrential rain that had been pouring out painfully stopped.
The rain was still pouring, but an umbrella was now over his head.
Gwen slowly looked up at the umbrella covering his head.
“Gwen……”
A faint voice flowed from behind Gwen. Just by the voice, he knew who it was.
‘This voice is……’
Gwen turned around, unable to hide his surprise.
“My lady?”
In front of him stood Rosé, drenched in the rain.
Her dress was sagging, completely soaked, and her hair was also filled with moisture.
She, not caring about the rain falling on her head, reached out her hand and held an umbrella over Gwen.
When her eyes met Gwen’s, Rosé tried to lift the corners of her mouth. But she could not hide the sorrow in her eyes.
Gwen didn’t expect it.
Not someone else, but Lady Rosé, the wife of the count, running to him like this.
His surprised eyes lost focus and wavered.
Rosé and Gwen stared at each other without saying a word for a long time.
The downpour added weight to the already heavy atmosphere.
“You’re out in the rain without even using an umbrella.”
The first to break the silence was Rosé.
Her voice, forcing a smile, was tinged with sadness.
The butler just stared at Rosé without saying a word.
Seeing the silent butler, Rosé chuckled bitterly.
The butler, who had always maintained an unflappable demeanor…
His disheveled hair and unfocused eyes.
The always confident Gwendolyn looked so different now.
Staring blankly at Rosé, Gwendolyn quickly lowered her head.
She didn’t want to face Rosé with a face soaked in tears. She wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and then whispered.
“Madam, it’s cold today. Let’s go inside.”
Gwendolyn felt uncomfortable looking at Rosé, who was completely drenched because of her.
How could she be at ease when the master she served was getting wet because of her?
Gwendolyn subtly pushed the umbrella that was tilted towards her, trying to get Rosé a bit less wet.
“Thank you for everything.”
Rosé’s voice echoed softly.
“Thanks to the butler, I was able to endure here.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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