When I raised my head, I saw the back of Prince Tessler.
As he was about to leave through the terrace door, he stopped, turned to look at me, and wiggled one eyebrow.
Because of that smug expression, I couldn’t even turn my head away again.
I had no chance to dry my hair.
Prince Tessler poured the magic potion into the vase with red roses like watering a potted plant.
No, he discarded it.
Seeing my bewildered expression, the prince, after confirming my expression had lost its vigor, placed the empty magic potion bottle next to the vase and disappeared outside the terrace.
I was so overwhelmed by what I had just seen that my anger dissipated beyond the point of bursting.
“[Dash] ‘Greetings to His Imperial Majesty.'”
Sharon’s voice outside the bedroom door pulled me back to my senses by force.
I quickly placed the pocket I was holding back into the drawer of the dressing table.
With the knock, Rinel entered.
Seeing his affectionate smile, tears seemed about to pour out involuntarily.
“Oh, did I come at the right time?”
His gaze at my bathrobe-clad appearance settled with a gentle glow.
“What happened? Suddenly…”
“I felt like coming. I didn’t come expecting to see you like this, though.”
As he said, it didn’t seem like he had a particular reason for returning to the empress’s palace.
“Please, have a seat. I was just about to change into a dress in the dressing room.”
As I hurriedly turned toward the bedroom door, he grabbed me from behind, gently pulled me down, and swiftly turned me toward the bed.
“Then does my being here lose its meaning?”
“The sun is still up…”
“Right. The terrace door is wide open.”
He replied with a smile.
He probably didn’t know anything, but the moment I heard those words, a chill ran down my spine.
Rinel eventually threw himself onto the bed, still embracing me from behind.
“Aren’t you busy?”
“I am. I’m going to be busy this afternoon too. I don’t know how carelessly I’ve been doing my work since this morning, trying to make time for this before lunch.”
He said, kissing my forehead.
His joke seemed to have pleased him quite a bit, as he burst into laughter as soon as he finished speaking.
“You’re impulsive.”
“Don’t talk nonsense. If I were impulsive, I wouldn’t just be holding you like this. I’m someone who moves with careful planning.”
Rinel grabbed the strap of my bathrobe and spun it around, making an unjust expression.
“So, what’s the plan now?”
I asked, burying my face in his chest.
I needed emotional stability.
Being in his arms like this seemed to have slightly cooled the anger from Tessler’s actions a while ago.
“My plan is like this. I’ll be holding you like this until lunch with the Shartornil royal siblings.”
Ah, was it today? The day I had to feed those two while looking at them.
“Alright…”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my hands into his uniform.
I wanted to feel his bare skin more than the soft touch of his silk shirt on my palm.
So, I grabbed his silk shirt with my thumb and index finger, pulling it upward, but it wasn’t as easy as I thought.
“Why, do you want me to take it off?”
Rinel asked with a locked voice.
“Just a moment… Will you lift it for me?”
“Really just a moment?”
He reluctantly allowed it with a forced expression, then grabbed his shirt from under his pants and pulled it off.
“Shall I unbutton a few buttons for you as a service?”
“No, that’s fine.”
“Anything else… Is there something else you want?”
He asked discreetly, fiddling with his belt.
“No, it’s enough.”
“Ah, our empress has such modesty. It’s charming.”
He let go of the belt, pulling his shirt up as if encouraging me to freely use his upper body.
I smiled and lowered his clothes again, embracing him.
With one arm wrapped around his waist, I put my hands inside the shirt.
As I touched his firm and textured lower back, a sense of peace settled in my heart.
The reason I nestled deeply in his embrace was partly because I didn’t have the courage to look straight into his face.
I closed my eyes quietly, thinking.
I am truly a contradictory person,
feeling guilty but wanting comfort in his arms without being able to meet his eyes properly… A self-deprecating laughter escaped.
“Now, I’ll go change into the dress.”
I reluctantly left his embrace and got up.
As I did, he looked at me with a regretful expression.
“Already?”
“To change clothes, do my makeup, and reach the main palace banquet hall, time isn’t that abundant.”
I replied, checking the time on the table clock.
“Play with me a bit more before you go.”
He grabbed my wrist firmly.
“Even if you command, I won’t.”
“It’s a plea.”
“It doesn’t suit you.”
“I know. I deliberately said it with a blank expression to make it less pitiful. So it’s okay.”
“…”
“Isn’t it?”
He mumbled, looking into my eyes.
I burst into laughter and kissed him.
He made me laugh like this again.
While I initiated the kiss, he was the one whose lips parted first, and between us, it was me who intruded.
As our teasing banter continued, everything except his gaze was becoming rough.
If I continued to delay, it seemed like I wouldn’t be able to control myself rather than him.
“Ah, Rinel… stop, please. I really have to get ready.”
“After making your husband like this, where are you going?”
He spoke with a resentful tone.
“Even if you change your clothes, I have to stay in bed for a while.”
“Why?”
“I can’t walk in this state…”
Rinel retorted, stretching out his arms and legs.
“Then rest for a moment.”
I quietly laughed and placed my hands on the mattress.
It was the moment when I was about to get up from the bed.
But, not knowing if he was pressing the bathrobe strap with one hand,
“Oops!”
As I straightened up, the strap slid down, and the bathrobe parted.
It was a mistake.
I tried to quickly gather the bathrobe again, but Rinel grabbed my hands.
“What’s the intention behind this now?”
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]
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
