She's a Villainess but her Husband is Handsome (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
The lady sat plopped right in the middle of the room’s floor.
His gaze, which had briefly landed on her, wandered again around her surroundings.
…Did a war break out?
‘What on earth is this mess?’
He was utterly speechless at the bewildering chaos he’d never witnessed before.
Lorraine swept her violet eyes around, just as he had done.
After scanning the floor with her eyes,
“Um… I mean… Se…”
She stammered as their eyes met.
Why is she acting like this?
Just as he narrowed his eyes slightly more in confusion, Lorraine’s lips parted wide open.
“Oh! I mean… dear!”
…Again. She’s doing it again.
At that embarrassingly unfamiliar term—one he’d heard only once before—Cedric’s shoulders twitched.
“Dear, you’re already… oh!”
In the meantime, the lady suddenly sprang up like a fluttering bird—
Thud.
“Ah!”
She let out a short cry and plopped back down onto the floor.
“Lorraine, what on earth are you doing?”
Unable to simply watch anymore, he asked.
“Oh, no—I just stepped on my dress and…”
She hastily gathered the dress’s hem, spread out like a blooming flower on the floor.
“Is it already time to head downstairs? Se…dric?”
Lorraine rose to her feet, struggling to regain her balance.
“I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. Hahaha.”
She stretched her lips into an awkward grin, producing a laugh that sounded strange even to her own ears.
She’d always been the type to lose herself completely once focused on something.
She’d forgotten almost instantly, even after hearing Cedric was coming.
‘But why do I keep forgetting that guy’s name?’
Flustered by the man’s sudden arrival, she’d blurted out “dear” once more.
‘Calling my husband “dear” isn’t exactly wrong.’
No matter how many times she thought about it, “dear” was definitely better than “hey, you.”
“What on earth is all this?”
His eyes swept over the room, which was so chaotic there was barely space to step.
Fully opened parasols filled the entire chamber.
“Oh, this isn’t a big deal.”
Not a big deal? Yet it’s turned into this kind of mess?
He stared at her in disbelief—she stood awkwardly amidst a sea of colorful parasols, offering an uneasy smile.
“My lord Earl! You’ve arriv—oh my! Madam! Why did you spread all these out?”
At that moment, Jane appeared behind Cedric, eyes wide like a startled rabbit.
“Oh… I was just checking if any were broken.”
“What? Then you should’ve asked me!”
He’d suddenly requested every parasol they had, and she’d handed them over—only for her to turn the room into absolute chaos.
Seeing the two standing there flustered, Lorraine quickly spoke up.
“Cedric! Everyone should be arriving soon! I’ll get ready right away—just wait a moment! Jane, please prepare my dress!”
“Yes, Madam.”
Jane hurried toward the wardrobe, and Cedric, after scanning the floor once more, turned and left the room.
“Madam, please let me handle such things from now on.”
As Jane pulled a dress from the wardrobe, she said.
“Jane, if I go to shops in town, could I find parasols smaller and lighter than these?”
Instead of answering, Lorraine posed another question.
“Smaller and lighter parasols? I suppose you could find some. But why do you need them?”
“Oh? No reason… I just thought it might be nice to have something lighter.”
Jane approached, watching Lorraine’s face, which wore a faint smile.
The parasols scattered on the floor kept bumping against her feet, rolling across the ground.
“They say the carriage has arrived nearby. You’d better hurry.”
Though the room was an utter mess, receiving the Duke and Duchess took priority—so Jane stopped asking and bustled about.
A short while later.
Creak.
At the sound of the door opening, Cedric, who’d been leaning against the hallway wall outside Lorraine’s room, slowly lifted his head.
“Cedric, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
She approached, dressed in a deep wine-colored gown.
Cedric’s eyes, fixed intently on her, narrowed slightly.
Beneath her dazzling golden hair, her slender neckline led to skin as pure and white as untouched snow.
His gaze, unintentionally lingering, slowly traveled over her.
The dress clung to her delicate yet beautifully contoured figure—so radiant it bordered on mesmerizing.
He could almost understand why countless noble youths would throw themselves at her feet.
“…Cedric?”
Under her questioning look—clearly wondering why he just stood there motionless—
“Let’s go downstairs.”
Cedric quickly averted his eyes and started walking.
As they walked side by side down the corridor, Cedric briefly glanced back at Jane, who trailed some distance behind. Then—
“Our parents have already heard you collapsed.”
He brought up the carriage incident—a topic he’d never mentioned before.
Lorraine slowly lifted her downcast eyelids.
Then she turned her gaze toward the man walking straight ahead.
“Don’t say anything about that matter. I’ll handle the explanation myself.”
Her voice was as firm as her determined eyes.
Lorraine gazed at him blankly for a moment before slowly speaking.
“Cedric… do you know who orchestrated that incident?”
His apparent attempt to brush the matter aside stirred her curiosity.
“What if it’s because you staged the whole thing yourself?”
“What if I did?”
“Even then, nothing would change. I don’t want our relationship sullied by rumors.”
His blue eyes sparkled with clear purpose.
“So it really is about the title, then?”
“And what other reason would you suppose?”
A faint, mocking smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
“I didn’t realize you were so ambitious.”
“There’s probably a great deal you don’t know about me beyond that.”
“…What?”
Cedric suddenly stopped walking and turned to face Lorraine squarely.
The man towering over her by more than a head—
She gently tilted her chin up to meet his eyes.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten the promises you made me. If you truly desire that large sum of money, that is.”
The ambitious man spoke clearly in a low voice.
“In that case, don’t worry. Do your best—for yourself and for that title.”
His lips stretched into a perfectly symmetrical, prolonged smile as he replied just as firmly.
“Shall we go then, my lady?”
Cedric turned and offered his arm, folded politely in front of her.
“Yes, dear.”
At that instant, his forearm, about to be grasped, twitched midair.
“What’s wrong?”
“But why do you keep calling me ‘dear’?”
“What’s wrong with ‘dear’? It sounds affectionate and nice.”
She didn’t admit that she’d only used it because she kept forgetting his name.
“Well… I mean… it’s not like it’s wrong or anything…”
“Shall I stop, then?”
At her indifferent look—clearly implying it wasn’t a big deal—
“Do as you please. Let’s go.”
Cedric quickly looked straight ahead and offered his arm again.
She gently placed her hand on his well-positioned arm, and Cedric began walking.
Thus began their first steps—each driven by clear, distinct ambitions.
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They say a carriage symbolizes wealth.
Watching the carriage speeding down the straight path cutting through the vast garden, Lorraine’s jaw dropped.
‘If this were a car, it’d basically be a top-tier luxury limousine.’
Even the horses pulling the carriage looked as if they enjoyed a daily hotel buffet breakfast.
First, she was stunned by the carriage’s opulence and grandeur.
Then, by the dignified beauty of the galloping horses.
While she was still marveling, the carriage came to a halt before her.
Waiting servants rushed forward, opened the carriage door, and bowed deeply.
‘So I’m finally meeting them.’
Unable to suppress her rising nerves, she tensed up—then felt a gaze from beside her.
She subtly turned her eyes and found Cedric staring directly at her.
But his gaze quickly dropped.
“We’ve been waiting. Did you have a good trip?”
He spoke in a bright tone, his face beaming with a warm smile.
“Cedric, have you been well?”
Duchess Roger stepped down from the carriage.
Petite with a slightly rounded figure,
she smiled brightly, her silver hair contrasting with deep black eyes.
Her gentle expression made anyone watching feel cheerful.
Of everyone she’d met in this world, Duchess Roger had made the best impression.
“Father, welcome back.”
Cedric bowed respectfully toward Duke Roger, who had followed the Duchess out of the carriage.
“Yes, we’ve returned safely.”
The man replied in a somewhat stiff tone, his lips curling upward almost imperceptibly.
He had jet-black hair with a faint bluish sheen—like Cedric’s—and a robust build.
Even standing still, his imposing presence made others uneasy.
After bowing respectfully to Duke Roger, Lorraine shifted her gaze to the carriage.
At last, the original story’s protagonists, Killian and Elina, revealed themselves.
‘Ah…’
Lorraine unconsciously opened her mouth.
Was this what “protagonist aura” truly felt like?
Just watching them step out of the carriage gave the uncanny sensation of invisible spotlights shining solely on them.
Killian had silver hair like Duchess Roger, with eyes so deeply black they seemed almost lush.
Though slightly shorter than Cedric, he possessed an equally toned physique and strikingly handsome features.
Gulp.
Lorraine swallowed hard and turned her attention to Elina.
‘Now I see why both Killian and Cedric fell in love with her at first sight.’
No further explanation was needed—she was just that extraordinary.
It felt as though a living doll stood right before her eyes.
In the original novel, the “blue flower” referred to Elina herself—her sea-blue hair shimmering like sunlight on summer waves.
The story followed the orphaned female lead finding a new sanctuary—this very mansion—and receiving boundless affection.
‘Her appearance fits the original plot perfectly. No wonder she’s so beloved.’
Mesmerized by how well Elina matched the source material, Lorraine suddenly snapped back to reality.
She remembered she herself was the thorn in Elina’s eye within that very story.
Just as she struggled to smooth her dazed expression—
“Cedric! Have you been well?”
The moment Elina’s feet touched the ground, she beamed and ran straight toward Cedric and Lorraine.
“Yeah, I’ve been fine. How about you, Elina?”
…Huh? Since when did he sound like that?
Though barely over a week had passed—a period in which he’d never once spoken to her like this—her husband now smiled gently.
“Of course I’ve been well—I went with you! Why even ask?”
Killian quickly stepped in beside her.
“You asked Elina—why did you answer, Brother? Elina, how was it?”
“It was wonderful! The lord and lady treated us so warmly—I had a great time.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“I wish Cedric had come with us too!”
Elina chirped in an innocent tone, smiling as prettily as a blooming flower.
“Elina, I was there—why would you need Cedric?”
“Killian, are you jealous?”
“Brother, why have you turned so twisted since we last met?”
The three chattered nonstop.
Lorraine slowly narrowed one eye and glanced sideways at Cedric.
‘…Excuse me, but where did that man who promised different behavior disappear to?’
What about that whole “you’ve never shown me any interest before”?
‘Where’s that cool, distant iced Americano vibe now?’
Though four of them stood there, it felt as if only three existed in this world.
‘Well, I suppose this isn’t exactly an unexpected sight.’
Deciding she didn’t need to hear more, she was about to turn away—
“Lorraine, I heard you collapsed because you weren’t feeling well. Are you okay now?”
Duchess Roger approached, her eyes filled with concern.
“What happened that made you faint?”
“It seems there was some spoiled food at breakfast that day. After resting well for a few days, I’m fine now.”
Just as Cedric had prepared, he smoothly interjected and answered for her.
As she stayed silent, following his lead—
“Oh my! Lorraine, you must have been so frightened. Are you really all right now?”
Elina grabbed her hand warmly, her eyes brimming with obvious worry.
“…Huh? Oh yes, I’m fully recovered, just as Cedric said.”
Her exaggeratedly concerned expression was so over-the-top it made Lorraine feel awkward.
“That’s a relief.”
“I’m sorry for causing you worry. I’ll be more careful from now on.”
“It’s not something you can simply prevent by being careful. Don’t worry.”
Duchess Roger spoke warmly, visibly relieved.
“Mother, I’ve already instructed the servants to be more vigilant.”
At Cedric’s words, the Duchess nodded.
“Cedric must have been very worried too, right, Cedric?”
Elina asked.
“Of course I was. But now that Lorraine is healthy again, I couldn’t be happier.”
Cedric gazed at her with deep emotion, his voice sounding as if he’d stayed awake for nights on end worrying.
‘What? Is he starting to act now?’
She met his eyes blankly, realizing he’d finally begun performing his role.
After seeing how animated he’d been just moments ago—completely excluding her—she felt little desire to play along. But—
‘Right. Think of the one million ceris.’
It’s money. …The man before her was money.
Imagining him as a bank vault, she gazed at him with adoring eyes.
“It’s all thanks to you worrying by my side all night. Thank you, Cedric.”
She delivered her line with exaggerated emotion, as if nothing could be more touching.
She shot a deeply earnest look toward the man who’d undoubtedly slept soundly in his own room all night.
‘I’m cringing just doing this myself.’
If this moment were a scene from a drama, pink rose petals would surely be falling around them—it was that overacted.
Her fingertips curled inward.
Just as she thought about slamming her head against the nearest wall—
“Actually, I was wondering how the two of you have been getting along! How about we have some tea and catch up?”
Elina’s cheerful voice instantly dispelled the pink-hued atmosphere.
“Elina, aren’t you tired?”
Killian asked.
“I’m fine! I’m so happy to see you both after so long. Oh! Unless… Killian, are you not in the mood?”
When Elina asked, her large eyes slightly downturned,
“Of course not. I’d love to.”
Killian gently patted Elina’s head as he replied.
“Good. We’ll go inside and rest. Spend some time together—you haven’t seen each other in so long. My lady, shall we go in?”
At Duke Roger’s words, the Duchess gave a light laugh and left with him.
“The lord and lady also sent us tea and pies as gifts! Let’s hurry—I can’t wait to try them.”
Elina chirped excitedly, taking Killian’s arm as they walked off.
‘I should probably just go in, sit quietly, and come back later.’
It was obvious she’d be treated like an invisible sack of grain if she stayed.
With a neutral expression, she turned to follow Cedric—
“Oh! Right!”
Elina suddenly stopped, spun around, and faced Lorraine.
“Lorraine, I’m sorry. I was being thoughtless.”
Her big, pretty eyes drooped sadly.
Then she tightly clasped Lorraine’s hand with her small one.
“Lorraine… it’s alright.”
“…Huh?”
“You’re probably still unwell. It’s perfectly fine if you go inside and rest instead of worrying about us.”
Lorraine stared blankly for a moment, then narrowed her eyes slightly.
Is it just me… or is this really grating on my nerves?
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Is it true that she’s a rude friend, or does she intend to oppress and hurt her?
What is this? Why is she being so mean and rude to our Lauren?
Oh, what is this? Are there no human rights there? How do they treat their employees?
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I was just admiring how handsome you are—but you had to go and look so scary.
A hadsome face is a hadsome face, it should be admired, doesn’t matter who it belongs to!!!
"And if you're going to say things like that, you'd better first understand who
Clap, clap! Bravo! Well done, Lauren! Teach her a good lesson! How rude!
“In her panic, Lucia burst into tears, ran off the stage, and tumbled down the s
It made me very sad. Fear of speaking in front of people, and also tumbled down the stairs. People must have laughed at her instead of helping her. Oh Dear.
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Oh, how disgusting! What is this? She’s obviously pretending to be worried. So disgusting, so filthy.