Inside the dark space, there was a staircase leading somewhere.
As Ao descended to the fifth step, the staircase collapsed, and the bookshelf moved back to its original position, closing shut.
“Miyaaong! (It seems like the door closes again if you brighten this staircase!)”
“Really? Well, then remember it well.”
Moyaya replied dryly, seemingly possessed, as he flew down the stairs.
“What’s that other staircase over there? It seems to be connected to the path going down?”
Moyaya mumbled, looking at another staircase extending to the left of the stairs.
It was a staircase connected to Lionel’s private library.
At that moment, Ao, who had diligently followed Moyaya down, stood still at the end of the stairs in front of a gray wall.
“Miyamong? (Is this the end? It’s just a wall.)”
“Anyway, it’s trivial. Cold energy is coming out from inside this wall. The great wyvern can feel it!”
But the problem was that they didn’t know how to get inside.
Moyaya was just fluttering around the gray wall without knowing how to enter.
“Miyaaong? (Perhaps if you step on this fifth step again, it will open?)”
Ao, who had skipped the fifth step earlier, went back up and pressed firmly on the step with all four paws.
“You’re foolish. It won’t open again just like that on the fifth step… Will it?”
As Moyaya farted, the gray wall opened as Ao had said, and Moyaya’s ruby-colored eyes sparkled.
“See? The great wyvern was right! Perfectly calculated, wasn’t it? There must be something inside here.”
Moyaya changed his words, arrogantly entering the gray wall as if he had opened it through his own effort.
“Miyaaong! (Right, you’re truly great! Seeing the wall open, there might really be something inside.)”
Ao admired Moyaya’s words.
“I knew it from the beginning, Moyaya~.”
Neither the great wyvern nor the insignificant cat fully realized that Ao was the one who had opened the library bookshelves and the blocked gray wall.
Moyaya returned to his baby wyvern form.
Since the space was blocked, there was no way for Moyaya to escape anywhere. He just needed to transform into a mosquito when leaving this place.
“Oh, why is that human kid inside there?”
Moyaya, who had entered the gray wall, stared blankly at something and asked Ao, who had followed.
“Miy, miyaong! (Oh, what’s that?!)”
While Moyaya spoke calmly, Ao, unlike him, was startled by the sight before his eyes, with fur standing on end.
Inside the cave-like space, magical stones served as lamps, brightening the dark space. In one corner, there was a giant block of ice, and inside the ice, a boy who seemed to be about ten years old was trapped.
Moyaya flew up to the boy’s eye level.
“Kid, what are you doing in there?”
The boy had his eyes open, but due to the frozen ice, he couldn’t move at all in other places.
“Miyaaong? (Is he dead?)”
“I don’t think so. Look, his pupils are moving.”
“Miyong? (Really?)”
Ao swayed his tail while looking at the boy beneath him.
“Hey, you’re not dead, right? If I’m right, blink your eyes once.”
Moyaya, closing and then opening his eyes with his paws, spoke to the boy.
When the boy blinked, Moyaya triumphantly looked down at Ao.
“See? He’s not dead yet.”
“Miyaaong? (But if he stays there, he might freeze to death, don’t you think?)”
“Wait. Ah… You’re cursed, aren’t you?”
Moyaya, flying around the ice, returned to the boy’s eyes and asked.
“If it’s true, blink once. If not, blink twice. If neither, break the ice and come out to tell us.”
Moyaya spoke, sensing the cursed energy emanating from the ice.
The boy blinked his eyes once again.
“I knew it. This is cursed ice. Ouch!”
Moyaya kicked the ice with his small foot, letting out a short scream.
“Miy, miyaong? (Wow, how did he know that he’s cursed again?)”
“I am the great wyvern.”
Moyaya placed his hands on his hips and said confidently.
“Miyaaong? (Then, can you also lift the little guy’s curse? Because you’re great?)”
Ao asked with great anticipation.
Moyaya, looking confused, rolled his red eyes and said,
“…Of course!”
He proudly shouted with his chest wide open.
At Moyaya’s confident voice claiming he could break the curse ice, the eyes of the boy and Ao widened simultaneously.
“Miyong, Miyaaong! (Then quickly break the ice. Come on, come on, quickly!)”
Ao, excited by Moyaya’s confident words, looked up at the boy.
“Miyaaong! (Little one, my great friend will take you out! Just wait a bit. When you come out, I’ll adore you!)”
Ao scraped the hard ice with his front paw, whimpering.
The boy lowered his eyes, looking down at the cute, white cat.
“Oh, right, but your name is Moyaya? I’m Moyaya, and the one that looks like cotton is Ao.”
Before melting the cursed ice, Moyaya formally greeted the boy.
“Miyamong. (He can’t talk because of the ice.)”
“…Ah. Right. I know! I just asked just in case.”
Embarrassed, Moyaya expressed annoyance to Ao.
“I’ll hear the kid’s name after melting the ice.”
‘I’m Joseph. Our eldest brother is the Emperor of the Raphion Empire.’
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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