“Madam. I will hold it.”
“Alright.”
She did not stop Jane who insisted on holding the parasol.
A noblewoman and her maid, walking side by side, each holding a parasol.
Such a sight, rare as it was, attracted fleeting glances from passersby.
But soon the gazes that had landed on them faded away, as if they had lost interest.
“I was right, wasn’t I? Nobody cares about us.”
“Yes. Seems so.”
Jane, who had been observing her surroundings as she walked, replied in a small voice.
“Jane. I’m warning you, if you don’t take care of your skin when you’re young, it’s going to deteriorate quickly.”
“…Pardon? Haha.”
Jane covered her mouth and laughed, but quickly stifled her laughter when she caught Lamein’s gaze.
“Why are you laughing?”
“No, it’s just… What care could a maid like me possibly need?”
“What are you talking about? You’re so pretty, if you take care of yourself, you’ll age gracefully.”
“You think I’m pretty? Don’t say such impossible things, madam.”
Lamein stopped in her tracks again.
And looked directly at Jane.
“Jane. You’re beautiful.”
“Madam, stop it. I’m afraid someone will overhear and laugh.”
“Who would laugh? I’m saying you’re pretty.”
Jane, who had been gazing at her with moist eyes, broke into a shy smile.
“It’s not true, but… Thank you for saying so.”
The sight of Jane blushing shyly was so lovely.
“Jane, let’s go there.”
Suddenly, Lamein grabbed Jane’s wrist and quickened her pace.
“What are you going to buy?”
The place Lamein entered was a shop that sold hairpins and brooches.
“Welcome. Are you looking for something?”
The shop owner greeted Lamein with a bright smile.
“Yes, I would like to look at some hairpins.”
“Are you looking for something for yourself to use, or is it a gift?”
The owner moved towards the display shelf full of hairpins as he asked.
“Yes, it’s a gift.”
“Who will be using it?”
“It’s a hairpin as a gift for this child.”
Lamein spoke as she looked at Jane.
“What? Madam, no, please don’t.”
“I want to give it as a gift.”
The shop owner, who had been staring at the flustered Jane, wore a puzzled expression.
“A pin for that child to use?”
“Yes.”
The shop owner slowly swept his gaze from the top of Jane’s head to her feet.
“If it’s a hairpin for this child, how much do you plan to spend?”
From the owner’s gaze, it was clear he was asking: You’re not going to buy an expensive one, right?
Lamein, who had been gazing at him, approached the display case where the hairpins were laid out.
And pointed to a silver hairpin, which would look utterly adorable placed on Jane’s tempting black hair.
“Could you show me that hairpin?”
“Ah, this one?”
The owner pulled out the silver hairpin from the display case and handed it to her.
A butterflyshaped hairpin.
Cubic zirconia were densely set on the butterfly wings, but not excessively so.
“I think this would suit her well. How much is it?”
“Ah, you want to give that hairpin to that child as a gift?”
You’re serious? His gaze seemed to ask.
“Yes.”
What’s the problem? She answered with a look in her eyes.
“That butterfly hairpin is made from the highestgrade materials from the northern regions, using Rataritin minerals which can only be obtained there……”
The owner’s continuous, incomprehensible explanation went on for quite a while.
“So, how much is it?”
“Furthermore, the cubic zirconia set on the butterfly wings is highly sought after by the young nobles nowadays…….”
As the explanation kept flowing without pause, Lamein let out a small sigh.
The reason he was unnecessarily elaborating when she only asked for the price.
“It’s quite an expensive item.”
It’s really expensive. That was what he was trying to say.
“So, how much is it?”
Lamein asked with a look in her eyes that said, tell me right now or I’ll pluck all your corn.
“30 Seri.”
Lamein’s eyes suddenly squinted.
30,000 for that?
As if asking, she stared at him so hard that the owner who had paused opened his mouth again.
“But, since you specifically said you would gift it to that child. I’ll only charge you 15 Seri.”
The price suddenly dropped to half.
Lamein, who had nearly shouted out in indignation, managed to maintain her composure.
“I’ll take this pin.”
“Madam, please don’t do this. You don’t have to give me a gift.”
Shh!
As Lamein made a noise indicating Jane should stop talking, she quickly closed her mouth.
“Here, please wrap it as beautifully as possible.”
Lamein, leaving 15 Seri on the counter with a bright smile.
“Yes, just wait a moment.”
The owner, whose voice had brightened further, perhaps pleased with the transaction, moved away with the hairpin in his hand.
“It’s the same whether it’s this world or that world, there are always scammers around. 5 series should do.”
In front of Jane, he couldn’t even haggle any more due to his loss of face.
Lamein, who had been mumbling while watching the receding back of the shop owner, looked at Jane.
It was an anxious expression, not knowing what to do.
“Jane. This is a gift for the hardships you’ve gone through while being with me.”
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!”
——
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]
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
