“Isn’t Prince Raul coming to pick you up today?”
Someone chuckled and asked.
It was a question implying that just as Khaled had come to pick up Velia, Raul should also be coming for Elin.
Surprisingly, unlike Elin, everyone seemed to think favorably of Khaled crashing the previous tea party.
“…Prince Raul is also very busy today.”
Velia knew Elin was lying.
Raul was merely spending time with Elin to maintain appearances. Velia had heard this several times through her maids.
“I did come all the way to the palace, so he said he really wanted to come see me, but the schedules didn’t align.”
Elin responded, hiding her trembling lips.
Velia chuckled inwardly at this but showed a superficial reaction, saying, “Oh, Prince Raul is really affectionate.”
She also felt like exposing the fact that Raul was actually at the palace.
“…But on the other hand, it’s pitiful.”
Neither had done anything terribly wrong to her, just causing a little scene out of jealousy at the tea party. And Velia could handle that.
Of course, if they went too far, Velia wouldn’t stand for it either.
Velia unconsciously hid her chilly expression by taking a sip of black tea.
(This is a time marker.)
After finishing the tea party smoothly, Velia returned to her room, her body as heavy as a soaked cotton ball.
She plunged into warm water to relax, then jumped into bed immediately.
“So tired…”
Being on high alert had drained her energy.
Still, it was a very satisfying time, and Velia’s face was bright.
Apart from the three noble families who had announced at the tea party that they wanted to participate in the bazaar, several others also expressed their willingness to participate as they left the mansion.
“Rachel Capri.”
She stayed until the end of the tea party, making time to be alone with Velia.
Then she told Velia, with glittering eyes, how moved she was by her charity work, and why she wanted to join.
“…So kind and pure.”
He had been a person who grew up only receiving love, seeing only the bright side of the world, warm even to his soul.
In fact, in her previous life, Rachel had shown no interest in Velia.
Though they had conversed, she didn’t seem to particularly like her.
“It’s strange.”
Why is she showing so much affection now?
“Sigh…”
I don’t know.
Was Rachel Capri even that type of person?
Today, she felt so tired that her head wasn’t working properly. She felt as if her mind had stopped and hardened.
Well, Rachel showing interest is a good thing for Velia anyway.
“Been resting?”
At that moment, Prince Khaled, who had returned to the palace, naturally asked as he entered Velia’s room. He looked as familiar as he had been for years.
Suddenly, Velia, who had been watching him, softly called out to him while stretched out on the bed.
“Listen, Khaled.”
“Hmm?”
He took off his coat and sat comfortably on the sofa.
“This isn’t your room.”
Velia threw a very natural question.
Why don’t you go to your own room every time you come back? Why do you always come into mine?
Is there a reason to come here right away when your room is right next door?
“Aren’t you being too brazen when we’re not even married?”
“It’s just the room next door, right?”
“If it’s just the room next door, go to your room first and ask for permission to come over. I also need my alone time.”
“…How harsh.”
“Not at all.”
Velia turned her head away with a swish.
Khaled couldn’t help but smile at Velia’s playful antics.
“We agreed to tell each other what happened today when we return, didn’t we?”
This time, Khaled subtly persuaded Velia.
“I came because I have a story that I want to hear from you. Okay? Velia.”
Khaled expressed with his whole body that he had no impure intentions.
His voice was much softer than usual. The sensual undertones that usually accompanied his calls for her were nowhere to be found. He was very sincere and straightforward.
But Velia remained listlessly stretched out, as if she had no energy left in her.
“Please go back to your room. It’s rude to enter someone else’s room like this. Even for the Crown Prince of the Empire.”
“Hmm. Are you very tired?”
“Yes.”
What to do now?
Khaled attempted some light mischief.
“Shall I hold you then?”
“Without even showering first? No.”
But Velia’s defenses were strong.
Khaled had nothing more to say.
“Um…”
He scratched his chin as if troubled.
“…So, it’s okay if I shower first?”
“Don’t think you can act cute to get your way.”
Still, as Velia watched the persistent Khaled, she reluctantly turned to face him.
“Go shower. I don’t like you coming into bed without showering.”
“Ha ha. I’ll be right back.”
Khaled stood up from the chair and opened the door connected to his own room.
Velia, who had been watching him indifferently, stretched her arms above her head and yawned.
“Ugh, I feel so drained.”
She felt more tired than ever, as if she had been stressing more than she realized.
As if she could fall asleep right now.
‘Khaled will be back soon…’
And her consciousness continued no further.
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!”
——
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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