By now, he had become quite accustomed to the term ‘honey’, and as she had behaved in ways he couldn’t comprehend more than once or twice, he wasn’t particularly flustered.
Moreover, her exaggerated behavior seemed to be conscious of the public gaze.
Then. I should play along.
Those whom he despised for their habit of constantly spreading useless rumors were watching him.
He slowly scanned the faces of the ladies, then turned his gaze back to Lamein.
“Madam. Why are you saying such things? People might misunderstand.”
Cedric spoke in a gentle voice.
“Misunderstand? What misunderstanding?”
Lamein opened her eyes wide.
“Searching for me, whom you see every day, so desperately. People might think that these ladies sitting here are troubling you, and that’s why you’re looking for your husband so desperately.”
The ladies who were sitting perfectly well looked sour at once.
Is it your husband’s words or just a drunken ruckus?
They’re playing in pairs.
Speak properly. You made us uncomfortable, we did nothing.
Watching the ladies who stared at her like that, Lamein smiled awkwardly.
And quickly took a step to wrap her arm around her husband’s arm.
“Regardless of the reason, it’s true that I was desperately looking for you.”
She decided not to offer any excuse that the ladies did not bother her.
“Honey. Let’s go to the terrace over there. I want to get some fresh air because I’ve been sitting too long.”
Lamein, who whispered with a soft smile, met the eyes of the disgruntled ladies.
“It was a delightful conversation. Let’s talk longer next time.”
She threw a fresh voice at the people who probably wouldn’t speak to her again.
“Yes. Let’s do that.”
“Let’s talk again next time.”
Lamein, who heard the dry voice, smiled lightly once more and subtly tugged at her husband’s arm.
“Then, have a good time.”
Cedric, who spoke in a polite voice, twisted his body in the direction his wife pulled.
About three steps in.
“If you had come a little later, I would have yelled at those noisy women to be quiet.”
A small smile was mixed with the complaints that burst from her lips.
Cedric raised an eyebrow.
“Did it seem to me like you were having a lot of fun?”
“That’s not fun. I think it’s more correct to say I was pushed to the edge.”
Cedric quietly dropped his head without saying anything else.
He didn’t need to listen to know how unproductive the ladies’ conversation had been.
“Oh. And I think there won’t be any bad rumors about us for a while.”
“What do you mean?”
Cedric tilted his chin slightly towards Lamein and asked.
“I made sure to explain things very clearly.”
“How?”
“I don’t want to say it again with my mouth. Just know that.”
Thinking about it again, she felt a burning embarrassment, as if she wanted to kick not a blanket but the hem of her dress.
Lamein suddenly stopped when they were almost at the terrace.
Cedric, who stopped at the same time, turned to face her.
“Cedric. I’m going to excuse myself for a moment.”
In fact, she had wanted to go to the bathroom since she was sitting earlier.
“Yes. Do as you wish.”
He, who understood immediately, loosened the arm he had been holding tightly at his side.
“I’ll be right back.”
With a light wink, she turned and moved her steps.
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Lamein was looking at her face in the bathroom mirror as if to pierce through it.
‘In just an hour, her face seemed to have aged ten years.’
How many times she had pursed her lips in response to entirely unrelatable conversations, she felt like her lips were about to cramp.
“So, Count Sator bought all my paintings.”
“It seems Count Sator has a discerning eye.”
“Oh my, no.”
As two young ladies entered the bathroom chattering, Lamein quickly pursed her lips that felt like they were about to cramp.
And with a slight nod, as if greeting, she gracefully exited the bathroom.
At the time when darkness began to fall outside the window.
The dim lighting beautifully framed the garden outside the window for a moment in Lamein’s eyes, which then focused on one point.
A long corridor adorned with pots of beautifully planted multicolored flowers.
‘It’s Duke Haribo.’
She spotted Duke Haribo walking in her direction from afar.
Lamein slowly turned her head and scanned the surroundings.
The nobles gathered here and there in the corridor were all engrossed in conversation.
With her gaze fixed on the floor, Lamein straightened her back as she watched Duke Haribo approach.
‘I should strike up a casual conversation, thanking him for earlier while I’m here.’
The handkerchief she didn’t even realize she had dropped seemed to become an unexpected mediator.
Pretending to admire the potted flowers in the corridor, Lamein waited for Duke Haribo to approach her side.
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‘Why isn’t she coming?’
Cedric, who had been drinking whiskey alone, looked at the party hall door through which Lamein had exited.
She had been out of the party hall for quite some time.
Placing his whiskey glass on the table, Cedric stepped outside the party hall.
The central hall of the mansion, which one had to pass to get to the bathroom.
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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