Had just started her career as a healer, only to be faced with death at the hands of this grim Count?

‘No. I can’t let that happen.’

The man’s long hand slowly made its way to her throat.

As his hand gradually tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath, a memory flashed across her mind.

‘I’m sure he had chest pain.’

The memory of their first encounter in the Count’s bedroom overlapped in her mind. The Count clutching his chest, seemingly in discomfort. It was not a feigned gesture.

“Siside effects! You have side effects, don’t you?!”

“What?”

They say if you keep your wits about you even in a tiger’s den, you can survive. Barely remembering the side effects of Porarium, Lea blurted it out.

Whether her speculation was right or not, a frown appeared on the Count’s face. The hand that seemed ready to choke her any moment weakened.

‘As expected.’

“You’ve been taking the drug for more than a year or two, right? At least 7 years. You’ve been on it for a long time, haven’t you?”

Finally, interest sparked in the Count’s eerie eyes.

“Side effects start with eye tremors and frequent chest pains. When I first visited you, you were clutching your chest in discomfort, weren’t you?”

“And?”

He glanced at her, as if inviting her to continue.

“Initially, it starts with chest pain, but over time, the toxin buildup can cause cardiac arrest. It wouldn’t be strange if you suddenly drop dead.”

“So you’re saying that if I keep this up, I might die suddenly?”

The words she’d just spoken weren’t a lie fabricated for her survival. If the symptoms of side effects had already begun, he could suddenly die within a year or two.

“Yes. You must feel it too, that your body isn’t the same as before.”

Whether he believed her words or not, the Count’s hand moved away from Lea’s throat.

‘I did it.’

With the growing intensity in the Count’s eyes, Lea was certain. The Count believed her words.

“I will make it. The cure to alleviate your side effects.”

“…”

“You may not know the details, but you need to continue taking the medication… and you need the cure. Am I wrong?”

In the short time waiting for the Count’s answer, her heart felt as if it would burst.

Please, just once, go with it.

The brief moment waiting for his permission felt as if it had been split into dozens of fragments, making it feel infinitely long.

And then, the Count, who had been gazing at Lea, let out a short breath.

“When can you make it?”

‘I did it.’
A cure for a poison that had never been made before.

It was difficult to set a deadline as Lea had never attempted it, but she had no more time to ponder.

“About six months should be……”

“Three months.”

“……Pardon?”

The Count spoke with his mouth relaxed.

“Have it made within three months.”

‘Is he out of his mind?’

The average time for developing a new drug was a year. However, she had pushed to say six months due to the pressing aura of the Count, who didn’t seem like he would wait for a year.

‘Three months? That’s impossible!’

But as if he knew her inner thoughts, he spoke in a low voice.

“I hope you succeed. I don’t want to see blood.”

There was no room for negotiation. That man was truly thinking of killing her.

Lea felt her throat drying up.

“It’d be best if you don’t show up here anymore.”

The Count distanced himself from her as if their business was done and turned around.

“If you don’t want to die before those three months.”

Adding a chilling warning.

Lea didn’t even remember how she had returned to her room. Before she knew it, she was back in her room, locked the door, and was standing there.

She placed her hand near her chest that felt like it would burst any moment. Even though she was alone, her heart was still racing like crazy.

“Oh……. What am I to do?”

A phrase thrown out just to avoid the crisis at hand. Regret came flooding back.

Was it possible to make a cure in just three months?

No matter how she thought about it, it was impossible.

‘I’m not some prodigious genius, how am I to create a new drug in three months!’

And besides, she had only just become an apothecary. Lea was so gloomy that she felt it would be better to go out and die.

Lea ran her hand down her dry and sallow face.

“What should I do? Should I run away now?”

As soon as she thought about running away, the Count’s bright red eyes, which had shone fiercely, came to mind. His cold hand that had been on her neck.

Even though the hand that was choking her was long gone, it still felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat.

How was this different from a life sentence of three months? She pondered for a long time.

“Right. If I’m going to die anyway……. ”

Whether I die later or get caught and die while running away. For now, let’s get out of the Count’s mansion.

And so, Lea, thinking of how to escape, sprung up from her seat. Her leafcolored eyes showed determination.

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…

——

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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