The Duke of Haribo followed into Lucia’s room.
Knock, knock.
With a knock, the Duke of Haribo, who first opened the door wide, entered the room.
“Lucia. Lady Roger has come to see you.”
Upon hearing the Duke of Haribo’s voice, they entered Lucia’s room.
Lucia, who was reading a book at a large desk, opened her crescentshaped eyes wide.
Then, she suddenly rose from her seat and approached the two.
They slowly scanned Lucia, who was wearing a comfortable dress, unlike before.
“I wanted to express my gratitude. I’m glad to meet you like this.”
She smiled, lovely as a beautifully bloomed flower.
“I was worried a lot after that day. I’m glad to see you look healthy.”
Lamein, smiling no differently than Lucia, said.
“I feel sorry for showing such a state to those who came to celebrate my birthday.”
At the creeping and sorrowful voice of the child,
“Lucia. It’s not your will. You don’t have to think like that.”
The Duke of Haribo spoke in a tender voice he had never heard before.
They realized once again that he was a man who dearly cherished his sister.
Matching Lucia’s eye level, who had lowered her head slightly, the Duke of Haribo bent his head down.
And he smiled gently, as if to say not to be so sad, making eye contact.
At the sight, a smile spread across Lamein’s face.
“Lady, you’ve prepared a gift for her.”
At her brother’s voice, Lucia’s head perked up.
“A gift?”
And her pretty crescentshaped eyes sparkled.
“I should be the one giving a gift. You’ve prepared a gift. It’s okay.”
The child wore an expression as if it must not be done.
Even that looked somehow lovely.
“It’s not a grand gift. I bought it thinking a young lady like the Duke’s daughter would look pretty in it.”
As they extended the gift in front of her chest, her eyes flicked toward her brother.
The Duke of Haribo, who smiled gently, gestured towards the gift.
“Thank you.”
The hesitant Princess Lucia reached for the gift.
“I received a birthday gift that day too. I don’t know if I should accept this one as well.”
That day’s gift was prepared by the wealthy Duke, not by her.
They remember it was a large sculpture shaped like an eagle.
‘What on earth is it for?’
On reflection, why would they give such a sculpture, which an immature child doesn’t need, as a gift?
“Try it on after I leave. I hope you like it.”
They did not want to see this young child manage her expression in front of them in case she didn’t like it.
“I think I should go now.”
“Already? We haven’t even served you a cup of tea.”
Lucia wore a disappointed expression.
“I was served precious tea by the Duke of Haribo. That’s enough.”
They looked back and forth between the Duke of Haribo and Lucia, speaking in a polite voice.
“Then come again next time. I will serve you tea then.”
“…Yes?”
Suddenly, Cedric wondered if they enjoyed visiting this place, and made a puzzled face when,
“I’ll also prepare your favorite strawberry tart. You’ll like it, ma’am.”
A beautiful smile filled her eyes, dazzlingly bright.
“Yes, I’m looking forward to how tasty the pie will be.”
Eventually, they answered, and she accepted.
“Lucia. I’ll see Lady Roger out and be right back. You rest.”
The Duke of Haribo, who spoke in a tender voice, slightly turned his body towards the door.
“Then take care on your way back.”
They replied to the polite greeting with a light smile.
And they moved towards the Duke of Haribo, who was already standing at the door, waiting for them.
Lamein, who had stopped walking, faced the Duke of Haribo squarely.
“I will leave now.”
“Thank you for accepting my sudden invitation.”
The man, perhaps because of the others’ gaze, spoke in a fairly refined voice, smiling softly.
“I’m the one who should be thankful for the invitation.”
Upon giving a stereotyped answer, the Duke of Haribo pointed to the carriage with his palm, as if to say that they should go.
“Your Grace. I have something to say.”
But Lamein did not get on the carriage and tied the horse.
“Yes. Speak.”
Lamein, who briefly nodded her head, shifted her gaze toward the magnificent mansion.
“It might be good to change the location of Lady Haribo’s room.”
“……Yes?”
“Or it would be fine to remove the numerous flowers in front of us.”
Lamein’s fingertip touched the flowerbed spread in front of Lucia’s room window.
“Remove the flowerbed?”
We run a floriculture business.
The woman in front of me says to remove all the flowers that were planted as if to show off.
A ludicrous voice escaped the man as their eyes met directly.
“Just by looking at the pollen and seeds piled on the window sills and picture frames in the corridor. There will be pollen and seeds piled here and there in Lady Haribo’s room.”
“…….”
“It’s hard to remove them even if we sweep and wipe them. It’s okay for healthy people, but it can be fatal for those who are not.”
After finishing speaking, Lamein’s eyes rolled here and there as if thinking something, then opened her mouth again.
“And it would be good to remove the carpet in Lady Haribo’s room. Dust will fly whenever people come and go.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
