Aaron’s languid voice mixed with the sound of burning branches.
The dreamlike echo made Delia feel distant from reality.
“You really are meticulous. So that’s why you treated me well.”
The brilliant flames burning before her eyes were incinerating all of Delia.
Iorenty, the invasion of the Imperial Army, even her own significance.
Delia gazed blankly at Aaron as if she was hearing a story about someone else.
“But what if I’m not? What if I’m not a saint?”
“Then… you just go to the empire with me.”
“As a spoil of war?”
“You’re well informed.”
“I don’t want to go to the Empire. I want to stay in Iorenty.”
Feeling Delia’s gaze on him, Aaron threw a branch into the fire.
The flickering flames grew even larger.
The shadows cast by the fire on their faces swayed greatly.
“Why? If you’re a noble of a defeated country, you’ll either die or be enslaved. Isn’t being a spoil of war better? At least you won’t be ruined.”
“No, why isn’t there an option to send me home nicely?”
“You’re a prisoner of war. Isn’t it strange for a prisoner to think about going home nicely?”
Delia no longer responded to Aaron’s words.
Delia’s blue gaze moved away from Aaron and returned to the fire.
The flames seemed to be burning her soul as fuel.
“If you’re neither a noble nor a saint, then what are you? Just tell me straight.”
Aaron stared at Delia, who was blankly watching the flames.
It was clear that he had successfully hunted.
It was clear that it was in his hands.
What was this sensation, as if a bug was crawling along his nerve stem…
Unable to understand the cause of his restless heart, Aaron roughly ruffled his hair.
His silver hair, dyed red by the fire, fluttered in response to his touch.
“Brandy.”
At Delia’s unexpected words, Aaron asked again to confirm.
“What? The Brandy family?”
“You know, the one on the day I was captured, the one you were shaking in front of me.”
“Ah, that brandy?”
“Yeah, I want to drink that.”
Despite her blank expression, her demand was clear and precise.
Aaron’s prisoner was unabashed in making her demands, even in the middle of enemy territory.
Delia’s unchanging audacity instantly dispelled Aaron’s unease.
“That’s fine.”
Aaron lifted his hand with a light smile.
As he snapped two fingers, Dyke, who had been waiting behind him, came forward.
“Bring the brandy.”
“Yes, commander.”
Dyke rushed to bring the commander’s private liquor.
The hurriedly prepared liquor and glass were placed before the two of them.
Aaron filled a glass to the brim with liquor and handed it to Delia.
The liquor, reflecting the flames, shimmered with an even more radiant light.
“Ha.”
Delia took the glass and downed it in one gulp.
The sting of alcohol sliding down her throat rocked her body.
Delia extended the glass towards the commander.
“Give me more.”
“Drink slowly. If you drink too quickly, you’ll feel bad tomorrow.”
“I’m already having a tough time today, why worry about tomorrow now.”
Delia’s faint breath carried a delicate fruit aroma.
“You’ll regret it tomorrow when you have a headache.”
Aaron put a piece of torn meat in Delia’s mouth as a snack.
In the meantime, he didn’t forget to tilt the bottle to refill the glass.
Delia couldn’t take her eyes off the golden liquor flowing from Aaron’s fingertips.
The sight of the flowing liquor was so beautiful she gulped it down constantly.
“I’m regretting it now too. If I knew it was this delicious, I would have just taken it and drank it that day. Then I would have suffered less.”
Delia murmured softly and drained the glass of liquor in one gulp.
“Why are you still in pain?”
Aaron’s relaxed expression changed in an instant.
He put down the bottle of liquor and reached out to Delia’s robe.
This damn stoneheaded officer.
He should have known from the way she was acting.
Swears slipped from Aaron’s clenched teeth.
There was urgency at the tip of Aaron’s fingers that touched the front of Delia’s clothes.
However, Delia swiftly brushed off Aaron’s touch.
At the clear rejection, Aaron’s expression hardened.
“I should check if it’s serious.”
“If the commander gets hurt, the commander causes the most fuss.”
“Do you have a fever? Anywhere else that hurts?”
Aaron’s large hand covered Delia’s forehead.
Her view went pitchblack, covered even to her eyes.
Unconsciously, Delia’s body shivered slightly.
“No fever. Are you cold?”
Beneath his palm, Delia blinked her eyes.
Her fluttering long lashes tickled Aaron’s palm.
“Commander.”
Delia held onto Aaron’s hand, which covered half her face, tightly.
Could she overpower his strength?
Contrary to her worries, his hand moved easily, almost disappointingly so.
Delia, who managed to remove his worrisome hand, stared at Aaron.
“Why?”
“Aren’t you taking this too lightly?”
“What?”
“There’s no way Iorente would be captured that easily.”
“It would be faster to show you than to explain it a hundred times.”
“I won’t be used so easily either. I’ll kill the commander and escape before that.”
“Try it. I’ll wish you luck.”
His arrogant tone, certain of Delia’s failure, was insufferably infuriating.
However, recalling the gunshots from the daytime hunt, his confidence suddenly made sense.
Delia raised her head to gaze at the night sky, trying to control her despair.
The stars of Iorente were densely spread across the sky, twinkling brightly.
Could she protect those stars?
The starlight reflected in Delia’s eyes, sparkling.
“Ugh. This is not enough.”
Delia tossed her glass over her shoulder and reached for the bottle in Aaron’s hand.
“What are you doing?”
Aaron, surprised by Delia’s sudden move, extended his hand holding the bottle further away.
Delia’s hand, aimed at the bottle, was left hanging in the air.
“I can’t get drunk with just a glass or two.”
“You seem drunk already?”
“I’m not drunk, so give me the bottle.”
She leaned her body, placing her hand on Aaron’s sturdy thigh.
Then, she stretched out as much as she could toward the bottle that Aaron had kept at a distance.
With Delia’s relentless momentum, Aaron chuckled and handed over the bottle.
“Prisoner, you’re a drinker, I see.”
“I am… I am… It’s just that I feel stifled being stuck here.”
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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