Isabel mentioned that she was looking around for the upcoming bazaar.
Other noblewomen who were present recognized them and pretended to know them. They also asked Adele to participate in the bazaar, stating the need for sponsors.
Perhaps because of Kristen’s awareness, the atmosphere was more favorable than it was in the Empress’s Alhyunsil.
Of course, Isabel remained haughty and cold until the end.
“Have you met them before?” Kristen asked as Isabel’s group walked away.
“At the Empress’s Palace this afternoon.”
“I see.”
After that, Kristen remained silent.
Eventually, Adele cautiously brought up the words she had kept inside all day.
“I heard that the former emperor also passed away, returning to the Silver Wolf.”
“Do you believe that?”
“You know, when it comes to stories about the Silver Wolf, my judgment gets clouded.”
So, Chris, tell me everything truthfully.
“Being a woman who lost her husband and had everything crumble overnight, she would want to blame someone. If the Silver Wolf, who doesn’t exist, can become a good scapegoat.”
Adele felt wounded by his cold words.
“It sounds like you’re talking to me. As if I, who lost my mom overnight, would want to blame a non-existent Silver Wolf.”
Kristen’s expression hardened.
But the hurt Adele felt made her indifferent to his expression.
“Chris, if, as you say, the Silver Wolf is just a figment of the imagination, can so many people see a fantasy together?”
“So, what are you trying to say?”
When he hid his emotions, he felt too cold. The eyes that were warm a moment ago, and the soft voice, turned as icy as frozen water.
“If it’s you, I thought you might know something.”
Kristen remained silent for a while.
“Ask the Marquis. Ask why he’s so determined to block articles about the Silver Wolf.”
“Because it prevented him from writing about the Silver Wolf……”
Certainly, Kristen was undoubtedly related to the Silver Wolf.
But why…?
As Adele stared at his tightly closed lips, her heart wavered.
‘If he says something about being related to the Silver Wolf from his mouth…’
‘If he talks about hiding something about Mom’s death…’
The thought of their relationship falling apart was frightening even just to think about.
“Okay. I’ve been overly sensitive again.”
Nodding, Adele once again linked arms with him.
‘If I’m being deceived, it must be just as difficult for you.’
‘Even if I have to deceive myself, it’s probably because I want this peaceful daily life to continue.’
She knew she was being cowardly. In reality, she wanted to cover it up with a reason to keep this peaceful routine.
Choosing sweet hypocrisy over painful truth.
“Did you enjoy the opera?”
“Yeah.”
“They say the Aria of Parting turns into a sea of tears. Did the young lady cry too?”
“Yeah.”
While combing Adele’s hair, Tanya asked incessant questions. After all, it was a performance Adele had also been eagerly looking forward to.
However, Tanya soon realized from Adele’s responses that something was amiss.
“What happened?”
Looking closely at Adele reflected in the mirror, she inquired.
Instead of answering, Adele weakly smiled. This was something even Tanya, no matter how close, couldn’t speak about.
“Can I come in?”
At that moment, when Kristen entered the room, Tanya promptly stepped aside.
He was dressed in a comfortable linen shirt with his wet hair tousled. As he approached Adele from behind, the fragrance of soap wafted in the air.
“Your complexion doesn’t look great.”
Looking at Adele’s expression in the mirror, he said.
“Maybe you’re tired from walking too much.”
“My hair… should I comb it for you?”
“Sure, would you?”
With his rough hand that held a knife, he picked up a round comb and skillfully combed Adele’s hair. His touch was gentler than anyone else’s, and his expression was infinitely tender.
Always putting her above himself.
Adele didn’t doubt it for a moment.
“Can I hug you, Chris?”
The hand that was combing her hair paused.
Afraid of any possible misunderstandings, Adele quickly added,
“No silly thoughts. I just want you to hug me.”
“I understand.”
He extended both arms and embraced Adele from behind. With her face buried in the nape of her neck, they stayed still for a while.
He seemed just as complicated as Adele felt.
“Give me a little time, Adele. I’ll tell you everything someday.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just… everything I can talk about.”
“But I hope it’s not too late.”
A few days later.
Screams echoed in the vicinity of Sudo Green Hill.
“Did another victim appear today?”
“I don’t know how many it’s been already. Lately, people are too scared to go out after dark.”
Sudo Green Hill, known for its good security, had been witnessing gruesome corpses being discovered almost every day these days. They all looked like they had been torn apart by animals.
Kalaim’s Sudo Green Hill adorned the front page with provocative headlines and illustrations every day, further instilling fear in people.
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…
——
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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