Certainly, here’s the translated passage:
When Tanya woke up, it was early morning.
“Ughhh!”
Stretching herself out loudly, she staggered toward the kitchen.
Since she had fallen asleep early the previous night, she planned to prepare breakfast quickly and wake up Adel. She also had to prepare ingredients for the desserts to be delivered to the royal palace.
But had Vice Count not come in yesterday?
“Sigh, it would have been really nice if things worked out with the young lady.”
Feeling regretful, she was about to open the kitchen door when…
“……!”
She was shocked and stood still for a while like a statue.
Adel was lying down on the kitchen counter, fast asleep.
Across from her, Vice Count, too, was lying down asleep, facing Adel. Their faces were so close that they were almost touching.
The rising morning sun was tinting their heads with a warm orange light.
They looked somewhat disheveled, somewhat languid, and somehow erotic.
It felt like she had glimpsed a private, intimate moment she should not have seen.
“……Huff!”
She quickly covered her mouth and carefully closed the kitchen door as she backed out.
“Wow, what a surprise!”
Turning around, she was startled to discover Zimmer.
“Are you blushing? Why is your cheek……”
Zimmer pointed to Tanya’s flaming cheek.
“Shh, be quiet a little!”
So as not to wake the two, she quickly pulled Zimmer into the living room.
“Why are you doing this? Our captain is……?”
“He’s asleep.”
As Tanya pointed to the kitchen with a glance, Zimmer wore an even more confused expression.
“Isn’t that the kitchen?”
“Yes.”
“He’s not really sleeping there, is he?”
“He seems to have fallen asleep after spending the night with our young lady.”
“Yes? So, our captain, all night with the Countess, in the kitchen, and fell asleep there?”
“Yes!”
“Are they…… dressed……?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“What a pity.”
A sigh of regret also came from Zimmer’s mouth.
‘Damn……’
Christine, lying on the counter with his eyes closed, furrowed his brow.
The two were speaking in lowered voices, but it was not particularly quiet.
Especially to the sharpeared Christine.
Christine went up to his secondfloor room as if nothing had happened.
As usual, he changed his clothes and was buttoning his shirt when his eyes met Zimmer’s in the mirror.
“Shut your mouth. Don’t say anything.”
He delivered a terrifying warning.
“Of course, sir.”
However, that warning seemed to have no effect on Zimmer. The laugh that filled his eyes clearly thought of the frozen bug in the kitchen as a woman’s favor or goodwill.
‘Damn……’
Christine also disliked Tanya’s continued grinning as he sat at the table.
“If anything is missing, please let me know, Count.”
“I’ll call you if I need something, so go do your work.”
He ordered as sternly as possible.
His innate dignity and solemnity as a knight’s captain came naturally.
“Understood, Count.”
Tanya glanced at Adel and smiled as she turned away.
Then Adel, who had been sitting across from him, cautiously opened his mouth.
“I’m sorry, Chris, but I’ve been eating with Tanya at the same table all this time. So……”
“You want to have that servant sit at my table?”
“Yes, you’re at our house, so I’d like you to follow my way.”
Christine’s eyes were so full of life that Tanya, who was behind him, hurriedly waved her hands. She didn’t want to offend the Count by carelessly intervening.
“Enjoy your meal. I seem to have overslept and don’t even think about breakfast.”
Tanya tried to escape by making a reasonable excuse.
“Then maybe Zimmer can……”
As Adel looked at him, Zimmer also vehemently shook his hand.
“No! I don’t eat breakfast. Enjoy your……”
Tanya and Zimmer exchanged meaningful glances and hurriedly tried to escape their seats.
At that moment, a quiet command was heard.
“Sit down, all of you.”
“Huh, yes!”
“Yes, Count!”
They sat down at the speed of light.
Christine looked around at the three with an unsatisfied face and then sternly picked up his fork and knife again.
“Eat.”
Then Adel smiled brightly and said.
“Enjoy your meal. The bread will be especially tasty today.”
“Adel, stop!”
Christine raised his knife in a threat, but it was futile.
“Because the Count made the bread dough.”
Pffft!
Both Zimmer and Tanya, who were drinking soup and water, spit it out.
“Damn……!”
Christine Vice Count, the hero of the empire.
The leader of the White Ghost Knights, who even stops the crying children from weeping.
The servant most trusted by the Emperor.
The lover in the hearts of all the socialites, not to mention the princess.
And yet, he had spent all night in the kitchen and even kneaded bread dough.
It was undoubtedly today’s hottest news in Calame.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]“Did you find the documents?”
As soon as he climbed into the carriage, Christine asked.
Dressed in uniform, he was the epitome of dignity, so much so that it was unbelievable that he had kneaded bread dough all night.
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]
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