How much longer until the dormitory, Neris found herself passing through a section where the relatively low walls allowed her to see all the courtyards of the houses gathered together.
Among those houses, a few were where the residents of Carten lived, and a few were used for educational purposes. And some were also used as dormitories for wealthy students.
One of them appeared to be a dormitory, a twostory house filled with white daffodils and daffodils in the yard.
A boy was sitting in a small arbor in the garden on the first floor.
With his slightly curly pink hair haphazardly swept over his forehead, the boy seemed no older than seventeen.
His peachtoned soft cheeks and long, big eye whites made him look younger, but his face, chewing on a grass leaf, was streaked with boredom and anger, and he looked grown up.
“What is it?”
Stopping and staring at himself over the wall, the boy frowned upon realizing Neris’s presence.
“What are you looking at?”
“I’m a freshman.”
“How does a freshman know this way?”
“I just happened to come in.”
Neris lied without even moistening her mouth. The boy snorted disdainfully.
“Then get out by chance. Why are you looking?”
It was a valid point. Neris had no hobby of staring at an unknown boy.
She wouldn’t have even looked if she hadn’t seen a red light at the boundary line between the grass leaf stuck to his lips and his lips.
“Isn’t that a prohibited item?”
The boy’s eyes widened at her cold question.
There were countless types of dirty items used by people in social circles. More than half of the noble families were dealing with extreme poisons that were handed down only to their direct descendants.
But there was only one luxury item that oozed ominous red liquid when chewed, like the one the young boy was chewing on now.
Fezal Grass.
Named after the most famous product of the Fezal region, this herb had a powerful calming effect. It exerted considerable efficacy even when chewed raw.
So sometimes foreign doctors prescribed it. Imperial doctors rarely used Fezal Grass because.
‘It has poison.’
Additionally, it was addictive. Therefore, it was an item requiring careful handling.
“You, how… No, never mind. What does it matter? You don’t know who I am anyway?”
“You’re Ren Fayel.”
The boy’s face turned red all at once at the words from her mouth. Irritation appeared as a deep crease in his forehead. He spat out the grass leaf and glared at Neris.
“How do you know me? I’m seeing you for the first time. Wait.”
Ren narrowed his eyes.
“You’re Jaan, right? The second of the Elandria family? Nellusion’s sister?”
“A distant relative.”
“Ha.”
Neris was momentarily furious at the mention of being Nellusion’s sister, but she responded calmly, pretending to be composed. Ren snorted.
“It must have been a mess. It’s been a long time since Jaan was born in the main house.”
The last owner of Jaan in the Elandria family’s main house portrait was a duke from over 100 years ago.
But there was a fact not well known outside the Elandria family and the imperial court, and Ren seemed to know more than he seemed.
Ren finally took his eyes off Neris. And he grumbled, stepping on the grass leaf he had spat out.
“Damn it, I wasted it because of you.”
Ren grumbled at Neris and stood up. Neris spoke quickly before he turned around.
“It would be a waste if you died from Fezal Grass addiction at a young age. If you live healthily, there will be good days.”
Neris had heard the story that Ren Fayel, the younger brother of the previous pope, had been chased out of school and died before graduation after she had grown up.
According to the behindthescenes stories of the social circles, after a dissipated life, he had become weak and was found dead, very emaciated.
Fezal Grass was an item that only a very small number of authorized doctors could handle. Such a boy couldn’t possibly have it easily.
Neris’s school admission year was the very recent year when Omnitus III became pope, and he must have wanted to erase the traces of the previous pope, who had been his enemy, as much as possible.
This boy, who was known to be dissolute and brash, was in fact a victim of adult politics.
But Omnitus III’s enemy was not an unpleasant object to Neris. After all, one could form an alliance with the enemy of one’s enemy.
“Don’t interfere.”
Based on the current situation, Ren, who had recently lost all his allies in the temple as well as his family, didn’t seem to be in the mood to be naturally touched by warm words.
Neris sighed. Ren looked at her strangely.
“A tiny thing sighs like an adult.”
“Being a student, being in school on the day of the freshman entrance ceremony means you didn’t have a home to go back to during the summer vacation. It must be hard for you, as the senior was always a welcomed person. But don’t harm yourself. You have to take revenge.”
Ren stood still in his place. He became rigid like a statue and then looked at Neris with suspicious 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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