The Runaway Female Lead Doesn't Run Away (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
The life of a wealthy idler was beyond imagination.
There was no one scolding her to wake up early even if she slept in, she never changed her own clothes, and she didn’t even bathe using her own hands.
And that wasn’t all.
Meals appeared right before her eyes on schedule, along with occasional snacks in elaborate, fancy shapes.
The maids anticipated everything she needed—even before she herself realized she wanted it—and promptly presented it before her.
If this wasn’t paradise, then what was?
“Everything’s fine. Everything’s good, but…”
Yet there was one issue—even she, who rarely found fault with anything, simply couldn’t let this pass.
And that was:
“Ugh.”
The fact that she couldn’t have a proper meal.
Dahlia covered her mouth as nausea surged up the moment food touched her lips.
Only after spitting the mouthful onto a napkin on the table could she finally calm her stomach.
“How many times has this happened now?”
Dahlia frowned, slamming the fork she’d been holding onto the table. Her perfectly plated omelet was thus ruined beyond repair.
To wash away the unpleasant aftertaste lingering in her mouth, Dahlia gulped down water in big swallows.
Ever since she’d transmigrated into this world, she hadn’t once enjoyed a satisfying meal.
The food the maids brought looked perfectly fine on the surface—but tasted utterly revolting.
She glared at the omelet, which only looked appetizing.
“It’s actually hard to make an omelet this unpalatable…”
It was beyond comprehension how a simple dish like an omelet—requiring nothing more than eggs and a pinch of salt—could taste like canned mackerel.
But it wasn’t just the omelet.
Even the mushroom soup served alongside it on the trolley carried a strong, fishy aftertaste.
“What on earth is going on?”
At first, she assumed it was merely the chef’s mistake—after all, everyone makes errors now and then.
So Dahlia had asked a maid to bring new food, saying the seasoning seemed off—but the result hadn’t changed.
“Every single freshly delivered dish consistently tastes like rotten fish.”
This had been going on for four days straight.
Only today did Dahlia finally realize something was seriously wrong—and her expression turned grave.
“Could it be…?”
The Seyear ducal family wielded power second only to the Imperial Majesty himself.
And in such a prestigious ducal household, the Duchess’s meals tasted this abominable?
There could only be one explanation.
Perhaps this was…
“Pregnancy?”
Ah. Why hadn’t she thought of that sooner?
Just a few days ago, she’d been moping around, confirmed pregnant!
With a short sigh, Dahlia slapped her forehead, her body going limp.
Most likely, the reason the food hadn’t agreed with her was morning sickness.
“So I really am pregnant…”
She’d still held onto a sliver of hope—but unfortunately, she truly had become pregnant ever since that night.
While briefly sinking into gloom over this absurd reality—waking up one day to find herself already carrying a child—Dahlia finally shook her head as if resigned.
Having transmigrated as the pregnant female lead, pregnancy had been an inevitable outcome. Moping about it wouldn’t change a thing.
In fact, there was something far more urgent demanding her attention right now.
Dahlia stared at the food laid out on the table.
“How can ‘food,’ the most essential of the three basic human needs, be in this state?”
It was absolutely dreadful.
Dahlia let out another sigh, genuinely dismayed.
At this rate, she might starve to death before even giving birth.
Unable to bring herself to touch the food placed before her, Dahlia finally rose from her seat.
“Well, I suppose there’s no other way now.”
She’d have to find some food she could actually eat—herself.
With that resolve, Dahlia quickly left the room.
[This is the timeline separator]“Where on earth is the kitchen?”
Wandering through the mansion, Dahlia looked around, trying to find her way.
Ever since transmigrating, she’d only stepped out of her room once—on her first day—under the pretense of touring her new home.
Consequently, it was inevitable that Dahlia, who didn’t even know where the kitchen was, would become lost in the mansion.
‘I wish someone would just pass by.’
Not a single person crossed her path—how strange.
Just as she began regretting stepping out at all—
She heard chattering voices not far ahead, just before a corner.
‘People!’
Thinking she could finally ask for directions to the kitchen, Dahlia was about to turn the corner—
“When’s she not asking to change the food today?”
—but froze at the conversation that followed.
“Right? She just ate it like that.”
‘Are they talking about me?’
Well, she had been a bit bothersome—up until yesterday, she’d kept demanding new meals until something palatable finally arrived.
From the maids’ perspective, she must have seemed terribly fussy.
‘Well, that’s understandable.’
If this were the original female lead, her timid personality would’ve led her to assume the maids disliked her just from overhearing this snippet.
But one must always hear people out to the end. Surely, the next words would express concern over her health—since she kept leaving her meals untouched…
“The mistress really isn’t annoying, is she?”
…Not quite.
“Exactly! It’s so annoying. She used to quietly eat whatever we gave her—why’s she suddenly so demanding?”
“Right? I thought she must’ve known we were tampering with her food! But she doesn’t seem to realize it at all.”
Dahlia’s eyes widened as she listened to the maids’ conversation.
‘Tampering with my food?’
Good heavens.
She let out a silent sigh, finally realizing the crucial truth.
‘So the reason the food tasted strange this whole time was the maids’ mischief—not morning sickness?’
Understanding that the nausea wasn’t pregnancy-related but stemmed from genuinely spoiled food, color returned to Dahlia’s face.
Just as a tiny flicker of hope—that she might not be pregnant after all—began to reignite,
a sudden realization struck her, and she snapped her head up.
Wait—more importantly…
‘Have the maids actually been resenting me?’
For a brief moment, she was shocked to realize she’d been harassed without even noticing.
But what came next hammered home the truth—they openly disregarded the Duchess.
“Everyone avoids even talking to the Duchess.”
Honestly, I’m glad no one talks to me.
“If we don’t help her, she can’t even put on her corset.”
And honestly, I was relieved I didn’t have to wear that corset.
Of all the maids’ schemes to make her suffer, the only thing that truly bothered her was the food.
It was utterly shocking on multiple levels.
But her shock quickly faded.
‘Well, who in the world lives without hearing some criticism?’
Besides, in an employer-employee relationship, it’s only natural for staff to dislike their boss sometimes.
‘If they keep tampering with my food, I’ll just keep asking for replacements until they serve me proper meals. They’ll get tired of it themselves and quit eventually.’
Thinking this, she felt at ease.
Unlike other transmigration romance novels, she had no interest in delivering cathartic justice to servants who’d once looked down on the female lead—it seemed like too much trouble.
Moreover…
“Remember that party last time? When other nobles insulted her, and she just stood there silently? It was so humiliating. Is the Seyear ducal house really a family that should be treated with such disrespect?”
The more she listened, the more the maid spoke nothing but sense—and Dahlia found she had no retort.
‘Speaking of tea parties…’
The maid’s words reminded her of the tea party episode from early in the novel.
At that tea party, Marchioness Borsen had openly looked down on the female lead, who came from a declining baronial family.
But the female lead, despite outranking the marchioness, hadn’t uttered a single word in her own defense and simply endured the humiliation—right?
Much later, the male lead would exact revenge by ruining the Borsen marchioness’s family business—but that was still far in the future.
‘Honestly, even I found that scene frustrating. If it were me, I’d have grabbed her by the—’
“Ugh! If it were me, I’d have grabbed that woman by the hair!”
Hearing a maid voice her exact inner thoughts, Dahlia nodded in agreement.
But perhaps she’d been too absorbed in their conversation—she hadn’t noticed someone approaching from behind at all.
“Mistress? What are you doing here? Did you need something?”
Only when the servant who spotted her called out did the chattering abruptly stop.
“M-Mistress…! Since when have you been…!”
Realizing Dahlia had been standing behind the wall all along, the maids turned deathly pale.
The two of them looked uneasy, unsure exactly how much of their conversation she’d overheard.
“Since you said I seemed annoyed?”
“Eep!”
At those words, both dropped to their knees before Dahlia.
“We’re so—so sorry, Mistress! We were just…”
Although they’d disrespected the Duchess in private, they’d never openly criticized her like this before—and now they clearly feared the consequences.
‘Ah, they’re worried I’ll punish them for gossiping behind my back.’
But honestly, I’m totally fine with it.
It was actually quite entertaining.
So, to ease their tension, Dahlia smiled brightly and replied,
“No, your conversation was interesting! Go on, keep talking.”
Yet for some reason, the maids’ faces turned from pale white to an alarming shade of blue.
They must have completely misinterpreted her words.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
MANGA DISCUSSION
1 Comment
Chapter Comments (24)
Well.. the staff’s overactive imagination sure is helpful
Oh… this FL feels so relatable, but still leave that jerk
I feel like you have plot armor strong you that is driving the character reactions… lol
Inline Comments (67)
Clayton murmured with a cold, sharp smile.
You ignored her first. To me ,you don’t have rights to anything about her
And so, unintentionally, Dahlia ended up ditching Samantha and Daniel yet again.
Noo. They won’t trust you again girl. Anyway I am still mad at Clayton
Unlike the Duke, who didn’t even care whether his own wife was being humiliated
Yes. So I want you to become male lead. Clayton did a lot of mess. But there is bot a chance for you🥲
YOUR COMMENT
2. Inline comments are now available. Tap the end of any line in a chapter to share your thoughts instantly.
Log in to comment.
VKotaku28
I am all about the lazy life FL but maybe concern your pregnancy?