Since attending the royal palace party, Askan changed.
I couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but I could see his face even if I deliberately didn’t seek him out.
No, should I say he no longer allowed me to avoid him?
Knock, knock, Bishop said, tapping on my door.
“Miss, the master suggests having a meal together. What would you like to do?”
The embarrassment from the intoxicated handshake had largely dissipated, and I didn’t plan on avoiding him, but now it seemed like he wasn’t going to leave me alone to eat by myself.
“I’ll go now. Where is Askan?”
“He’s already waiting in the dining hall.”
“Alright.”
I still had bandages on my palms. The wound, as the doctor mentioned, wasn’t large, but it was deep enough that it didn’t heal easily.
As I followed Bishop down to the dining hall, I saw Askan already seated.
When our eyes met, Askan rose as if he had been waiting and pulled out the chair next to him for me to sit comfortably.
It was a mannerly gesture befitting a noble, but I had never seen him act this way before, and it was a bit surprising.
Moreover, the dining table was wide enough that I could have sat at a distance, but thanks to him pulling out the chair, I ended up sitting right next to him.
“Th-Thank you.”
I awkwardly smiled as I took my seat, and Askan spoke.
“Of course.”
As both Askan and I settled into our seats, the chef came out to introduce today’s menu.
He briefly explained what ingredients were used and how each dish was prepared, from appetizers to dessert. The main dish for today was a crab dish that I particularly liked.
As the food started to arrive, I raised my spoon with a pleased expression, but upon seeing this, Askan, in a subdued voice, said from the side.
“Give it here.”
“Huh?”
“Your hand is injured.”
Uh-huh?
Askan took away my spoon, then proceeded to scoop the food himself and held it out to me.
It was evident to anyone that he intended to feed me.
“No, there’s no need for this.”
“I’m the reason you got hurt. I want to help you get what you want.”
Isn’t that wrong?
I didn’t get injured to get hypnotized, did I?
My mind was filled with numerous question marks floating around.
Well, fine. Considering that I deliberately exposed myself to danger to help Askan, I might as well accept it.
However, considering the possibility of getting hurt, I had worn the ring on my left hand instead of the right, so there was no inconvenience in eating.
But why bother?
I looked at Askan with a puzzled expression, but he acted as if he knew nothing, shaking the spoon, urging me.
“Come on.”
“It’s really okay.”
Unable to resist, I reluctantly opened my mouth, and Askan fed me.
It felt like I became a child. It was somewhat embarrassing and ticklish, so I glanced at the servant, who moved the food with his eyes, feeling a bit awkward.
As my gaze shifted elsewhere, Askan noticed and, with his large hand, gently turned my face back to its original position.
“Why are you looking elsewhere when I’m right here?”
“…Sorry!”
Sarreh sounded at the unexpected comment. Askan immediately handed me a glass of water and asked with a concerned voice.
“Take your time eating. Should I kick everyone else out if they bother you?”
“No, there’s no need for that.”
If there were just the two of us, it might feel even stranger.
Whether Askan understood my feelings or not, he faintly smiled and began feeding me again.
As we continued eating, the main course, the crab dish, arrived shortly.
When Askan skillfully prepared the crab and placed it in my mouth, it felt more comfortable than I expected.
When we first met, he was a slave, and I taught him table manners. Now, he seemed more proficient in handling food than I was.
“Askan, I have something I’m curious about.”
“Go ahead.”
“Well, something you obtained this time.”
I deliberately didn’t address it as Caliburn in case someone overheard. However, Askan, with a face that instantly understood, nodded.
“Yes. What do you want to know?”
“Since using it might reveal you to others, have you thought about that aspect?”
The fact that Askan stole Caliburn meant there was a need for it somewhere. If anyone saw him using the sword, it could be dangerous.
Whether he knew about my thoughts or not, Askan, without hesitation, replied.
“I plan to change its appearance so that no one recognizes it.”
Internally, I exclaimed, “As expected!” It was one of the things I anticipated, considering that Askan wouldn’t think otherwise.
“Have you decided who will handle it?”
It wasn’t just any weapon; it was Caliburn. Even if it was merely changing its appearance, it was an extremely difficult task, requiring a renowned scholar in the field of magic engineering.
Moreover, the fact that Askan had the real Caliburn meant it had to be guarded until death, making it challenging to find a suitable person.
With an almost resigned expression, Askan looked at me.
I confidently smiled and nodded.
“I’ll do it.”
Askan raised an eyebrow as if he couldn’t stop me.
“I told you to rest comfortably until your wounds heal. Have you been thinking about this all along?”
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!”
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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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