They presented radical deal conditions, wanting to engage in conversation as soon as possible so as not to miss any chance to raise their rank even a little.
As Julius, who had to row when the water came in at ‘Arthur Special,’ they had no choice but to digest a breathless schedule by accepting all radical proposals favorably in order not to disappoint them.
The reason why Julius’s schedule was densely filled from morning to lunch, dinner, and even tea time to evening parties.
“Damn! I don’t have time to meet Arthur.”
“Okay. I said I would be silent as long as I hold him. Smile. We must sign a contract with Lernaha Group if we want to compete with Duke Myers.”
Most merchants wanted to see ‘Arthur’ and ‘Christina’ together, and wanted the title of ‘merchant who made Julius meet Arthur and Christina’, but the Duke didn’t do that for anyone.
To be precise, he couldn’t do that.
The Duke and his wife made excuses, saying that Arthur still wanted to rest, so he didn’t schedule it, and Christina was serving by his side so that her returning husband could relax and get used to the house,
They avoided promising that they would definitely create opportunities later, saying that they would have another happy meeting if they left any regrets.
Instead, if it was a meeting with a really important counterpart, they asked Duke ‘Rembrandt’ to join.
It was the maximum courtesy that the Duke and his wife, who could not show Arthur and Christina, showed as an alternative.
“Damn.”
After the maid retreated backward, the Duke spat out with his eyes on fire.
“Isn’t that kid infatuated with that maid girl? Christina hasn’t done anything yet, but if she gets a bastard…”
The Duchess coldly cut off the Duke’s words.
“I’ve taken care of it so there won’t be any accidents. And manage your expression.”
The Duke gritted his teeth.
“That crazy Christina in this situation…!”
The words he was about to say were interrupted and cut off.
The Duke and Duchess greeted the representatives of the group and Duke Rembrandt, who were entering the dining room, with wide smiles.
“Do you want to have it in the dining room?”
“No. Bring it.”
“Yes.”
The maids glanced at each other and then asked Reyna.
“Miss, would you like to change your clothes?”
Reyna nodded eagerly as if she had met a salvation army.
“Yeah, I’d appreciate it. Can you do my hair too? And makeup, if possible.”
All the hesitation about acting like a lady in front of shame had disappeared.
Although it may look shameless to have people under control in a short time at this place, it was nothing compared to the difficulty of being alone with Arthur.
Reyna’s face was still flushed.
She couldn’t look directly at Arthur.
How absurd.
If she catches the mood, she would cry,
As the saying goes, the husband is cut off, and the dream is actually dreaming alone.
Don’t you get caught.
Wishing to be alone, that’s three times a strong black history.
Reyna stiffly avoided Arthur’s gaze.
“……”
The two maids just stared at each other with a puzzled face.
Arthur looked at her with a somewhat aggrieved face and reluctantly backed off.
[This is the time separator]“Would Hibiscus be okay?”
It was a familiar question.
Just a while ago, Reyna had asked the lady the same thing.
“……”
Reyna recalled what Christina had done and pointed to another fragrance with the tip of her finger.
“Yes, then I’ll give you peony.”
After the two changed her clothes, Brodie went downstairs to get the meal, and Marina, who was left in the room, started to brush Reyna’s hair with fragrance.
The fresh and refreshing scent spread throughout the room, and Reyna’s hair glistened with a moist sheen.
Her hair, which felt a bit dry, shone glossy and flowed down like a lie.
Not spending too much time on her hair, Marina picked up the tools in front of the dressing table.
Rustling, her eyebrows were lightly brushed and trimmed with a thin knife, and her vague and sullen impression became neat and clear.
A simple base makeup lightly tapped all over her face had sorted out her skin tone. A few brush strokes that seemed to skim the surface brought life to the contours of her face.
A few ticklish strokes on her eyelids made her eyes surprisingly deep and sultry.
Lastly, the pink flower juice applied to her lips added an elegant vitality to her dull impression.
Reyna stared blankly at her changing face under Marina’s touch.
Reyna’s unadorned impression was unrecognizably different.
Nothing seemed difficult, and it didn’t take a long time.
Reyna belatedly remembered that the lady’s makeup was being handled by a blackhaired maid.
“……”
So far, she had been too hurried and pushed around, she never had a chance to calmly check her own appearance.
Looking at the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, she finally understood why Madam and Mrs. Hurst had made her a standin for Lady Christina.
She resembled Lady Christina.
Deniably so.
Reyna, with her hair down and makeup done, looked so similar to the lady that even she was surprised.
If they weren’t people who already knew her or had particularly keen eyes, they might not recognize her at first glance.
“……”
Reyna was plunged into confusion.
‘How could Lord Arthur…… recognize that I was not Lady Christina right away?’
Five years ago, he had only seen me for a moment in the dark.
[This is the time separator]By the time Marina had finished dressing Reyna, Brodie brought in a meal on an antique threetier trolley.
Brodie and Marina laid a tablecloth on the large circular table in the room and set up the food and dishes meticulously.
The meal preparation was over quickly.
“Enjoy your meal.”
“Call us if you need anything.”
As they were about to leave.
Reyna, who was not yet ready to be left alone with Arthur, hastily caught the maids.
“Eat with us.”
“……What?”
Marina and Brodie, who were grabbed, asked back in surprise.
Reyna quickly turned to Arthur and asked.
“Lord Arthur, the food seems plenty…… can we eat together?”
“……”
Remembering a time when Christina had used the same excuse to invite herself to a meal with the countess, she quickly added.
“They’ve been taking care of me a lot. I want to look after them.”
“……”
Arthur, who had been leaning on the desk with his arms folded and watching them, narrowed his eyes slightly with a faint smile.
He was smiling, but he clearly seemed unhappy.
The two startled maids rolled their eyes anxiously.
‘Anyone can see that he doesn’t like it……?’
Without answering, Arthur took out a cigar with a stoic face and lit it.
“……”
After puffing out the smoke.
He opened his mouth.
“Does my wife not want to be alone with me?”
“……”
Thud.
The maids froze with a face that couldn’t do anything.
Reyna hastily tried to mend the situation.
“No, that’s not it.”
Arthur blew out a cloud of smoke and gestured to the maids.
“Sit down. But only for the meal.”
“……”
The atmosphere became irreversibly sour.
It felt as though they had been told to eat quickly and get out.
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!”
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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…
——
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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