I know that Sicar’s words about marrying me out of deep love in front of Grandma were meant to show off, but it still sounded pleasant to hear.
“Well, what do we do? I was planning to show you around the temple after seeing this room, but there might be a lot of people in the main building, so I’m not sure if Yura can go.”
I probably needed to refuse the temple tour, but before I could figure out how to decline without being impolite, Sicar spoke on my behalf.
“It might be difficult for Yura to go, Grandma. I’ll stay here with her, and how about you go with Kian.”
It was a relief. Thanks to him knowing me well, he occasionally provided a reliable answer in awkward situations.
“It’s fine. Yura being uncomfortable is something we shouldn’t do. Then I’ll go with Kian to see the temple, so you two can spend some private time.”
Private…
Sicar, who had just made a mischievous remark, suddenly remembered and his face turned red.
“I’m sorry that I can’t see the temple with you, Grandma. I’ll leave Yura in Kian’s care.”
Grandma seemed to appreciate Sicar’s apology. “It’s a family event for my step-grandson and me; there’s no need to apologize.”
Grandma…
Due to Sicar’s lonely childhood, Grandma knew that taking care of children brought back memories of his early years. However, having experienced that myself, I couldn’t find it as moving.
I firmly held Grandma’s hand as she tried to leave.
“I’m really grateful and sorry…”
Holding my hand, Grandma looked at me with a comfortable smile.
“I’ll accept words of thanks, but I won’t accept words of apology. Dealing with someone’s discomfort is something that should be appreciated, not apologized for.”
“Grandma…”
Even though I became the crazy man’s wife, it was fortunate to have such a kind mother-in-law.
After gently patting my hand a few more times, Grandma extended her hand to Kian.
“Kian, let’s go out and see the temple together.”
“Yes, Grandma.”
Before Kian left, I gave him a peck on the cheek and said, “Kian, have fun with Grandma.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Although I wanted to go see the temple with Kian, showing him vomiting or fainting would be worse than disappointing, so I reluctantly had to let it go.
When I glanced at Sicar, he cleared his throat and touched Kian’s cheek, wishing him a safe journey.
“Then, let’s meet later in the church.”
“Yes, Grandma. See you later.”
After Grandma and Kian left, I examined the fabrics in the room.
The fabrics were all plain cotton in ordinary colors like brown and navy, but the completed clothes were beautiful enough to arouse curiosity, resembling dresses that Alpine girls would wear.
Men’s clothes were also plain, with cotton shirts, vests, and pants.
“I never expected that there would come a day when I’d be sewing.”
“I’ve only done sewing during home hours, so I’m quite clumsy. However, it feels rewarding to think that someone will wear what we make.”
“Then, let’s work hard.”
Sicar handed me a needle, clenched his fist, and closed his eyes.
“Aren’t you joining?”
“I’m tired.”
“We should do it together. It means we’ll be making one more thing.”
“If you’re short on napping, you might want to share your bed with me tonight because you’ll be too tired.”
“…”
To ensure a comfortable night’s sleep, I decided not to persuade Sicar any further.
Sewing in the dark wasn’t easy, but volunteer work is more about conveying feelings than skill. As long as the stitches aren’t too crooked, it’s considered a success.
Trying to follow Grandma’s sewing while looking at the clothes she made wasn’t as easy as I thought.
Needlework and flower arranging are said to be essential for noblewomen here, but I might be disqualified as a noblewoman.
Still, even if I’m not a craftsman, with careful work, I might be able to make pretty clothes even if the sewing is a bit sloppy.
As I devotedly sewed, thinking that someone might wear the clothes I made, there was a knock on the door, and Grandma entered.
“Oh, Grandma.”
As I was about to get up, Grandma gestured for me to sit again.
“It’s okay. Sit back down.”
But where was Kian? I couldn’t see him. Just as I was about to ask, Grandma spoke first.
“Oh, Kian is touring the temple with the novices.”
Then she handed me the clothes she was holding.
“I forgot to give you this.”
“What is this, Grandma?”
“Since everyone here, including the devotees, should wear the same clothes, please change into this.”
Grandma’s attire seemed plain, but it appeared to be what the devotees wear here.
“Yura.”
“Yes, Grandma.”
“You can’t sew, can you?”
To be caught so easily…
“Yes, Grandma. I’m sorry. I’ve never tried sewing…”
“Oh, I see. I didn’t mean it that way. Sewing isn’t necessarily a woman’s virtue. I also hated sewing and embroidery when I was young. I enjoyed riding horses and shooting arrows more than sewing.”
Indeed, Grandma must have been from the Sitari tribe since her childhood play was different.
“I suggested cutting fabric if sewing is difficult.”
“It’s challenging, but it seems fun, Grandma. I feel a desire to finish what I’ve started.”
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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