Though I spoke nonchalantly, if someone with black hair had talked to Gillian about the story in the novel, it would have been a big problem.
Sicar felt a burning sensation in his chest as he searched for Yura to see her, but she wasn’t in her room.
“Madam said she would sleep in Young Master’s room tonight.”
“How old is Kian that he sleeps with his grown-up son?”
Andrea smiled warmly, as if she felt good.
“Although Young Master Kian often looks lonely, he seems happiest when he is with Madam. How about letting them sleep together tonight, Your Grace?”
“If Andrea insists so much, then fine.”
“You’ve made a good decision, Your Grace.”
With a warm smile, Andrea turned away. Sicar hesitated to return to his room but decided to carefully open Kian’s door to see what they were doing.
When he saw Kian and Yura sleeping in each other’s arms, he felt an emotion he had never experienced before. It was a strange feeling, as if one side of his chest was being warmed by a fireplace.
Raydose found the Duke a few days later.
This time, he was with a woman of Asian descent, like me, with black eyes, not the twins.
Until recently, I doubted whether she came from the same dimension as me, but seeing her with my own eyes, I had no choice but to believe it.
She had slightly wavy hair that reached her shoulders, and she was wearing the dresses of this place.
Perhaps, having lived here for some time, she had no choice but to wear the clothes of this place.
She was really an Asian like me. When I saw her, I covered my mouth with my hands, and she did the same.
“Wow!”
“Wow!”
I wanted to jump up and down with her, but I forced myself to endure it and looked around.
“I’d like to have a little chat with her alone, so could you two please give us some space?”
“But it’s proper to shake hands on a first meeting.”
It was clear that Sicar wanted to read her memories. So, I pushed Sicar outside.
“Go. Hurry.”
After chasing the two men away, I could finally smile peacefully.
“Please sit down, Han Seoyeon.”
Han Seoyeon, as if wondering how I knew her name, nodded as if she understood.
“Oh. Sir Sicar… No, no. Duke heard my name.”
“Yes. That’s right. Nice to meet you. Seoyeon. By the way, is it okay to call you Seoyeon?”
“Of course. Call me whatever makes you comfortable.”
“My name is Yura. Jin Yura.”
“Yes. I heard. Thank you for inviting me, Duchess.”
I applauded at the title she used to address me.
“Oh, no. I’m the Duchess. Just call me Yura. I’ll call you Seoyeon comfortably too.”
Seoyeon shook her head as if she could never address me that way.
“Why are you like this? If you were caught by the Duke on the day you called me like that, oh dear. I’ve read the original novel, so I knew who he was.”
Seoyeon, looking really worried, glanced around as if someone might be eavesdropping.
“How about the Duchess? Is she okay? Can you endure for a while? Are you being threatened and held captive or anything?”
Of course, I felt that way at first. That’s probably why it didn’t seem strange to her to think that. I also found it too scary at first.
Maybe it was because of that time, or maybe it was because of that, but I burst into laughter, clapping my hands as if doing a victory dance.
“Haha. That’s right. I thought the same way before. So, Seoyeon, you could easily misunderstand.”
Seoyeon stared at me as if she couldn’t understand what I was talking about.
“What? Misunderstanding?”
“Once you experience it, you’ll see that Sicar isn’t as frightening as you think. And Sicar will see everything you’ve said to me so far.”
Now, she realized her mistake and opened her mouth wide. And she opened it again.
From her expression, it seemed that she thought I was being careful with my words because Sicar could see all her memories.
‘Ah, it’s really not like that.’
“Do you believe that people can change because of others, Seoyeon?”
Seoyeon thought deeply, then nodded her head.
“People can be influenced by others.”
“As far as I know, Sicar has changed a lot too.”
Seoyeon, surprised, spoke as if checking the surroundings.
“Oh, is it okay to call the Duke like that?”
“Yes. It’s really okay. In fact, when we’re alone, we call each other by our names. Since he has seen all my memories, there were surprisingly comfortable aspects. He knows my cultural background, so there were many parts he could understand.”
Seoyeon, seemingly unable to adapt to this situation, thought for a moment before saying, “It’s really strange.”
“Even so, I really thought the Duchess was being held captive like a prisoner, unable to move at all. But now, the Duchess’s expression is too… really too comfortable. I was honestly surprised.”
Well, it’s really comfortable.
“Yes. It’s really comfortable. Sicar is much more comfortable than what Seoyeon thinks.”
Ah, I really didn’t want to compliment Sicar like this. Every time I thought about him saying that he’s comfortable after seeing my memories and liking it, I felt annoyed for no reason. Even if I said it as a courtesy, he probably wouldn’t believe it.
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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