“Why, because you’re the woman who poisoned her husband?”
Adel was startled and turned around.
A rumor that everyone in the country knew. But she wished Christine didn’t know. She wanted to remain the girl from his old memories.
Was that too much to ask?
“I don’t care. Whether you really poisoned your husband or were framed.”
Christine spoke with a grim expression.
“Chris…”
“It means your reputation now doesn’t affect mine.”
She didn’t know how arrogant Christine’s eyes were at that moment.
As if he was born a noble from the start. She seemed like someone of great status that she couldn’t dare to approach.
Christine, the miner’s son.
The boy who used to wander around the village with a hungry face because he had no mother to care for him.
It seemed like a delusion that only Adel remembered.
“But you… how did you become a noble?”
Adel asked cautiously.
“Because I brought glory to the Emperor.”
He responded arrogantly, quickly finishing his tea and changing the subject.
“Is this all you’re going to do for a guest?”
“Huh?”
“Surely, you’re not going to have me drink this bitter and harsh water and leave?”
“That’s expensive black tea…”
“We meet after ten years and you’re not even going to feed me?”
“Who knew you were coming all of a sudden. I don’t have anything suitable to eat right now…”
“Don’t worry, I eat anything well. I’m on the verge of dying of hunger because I couldn’t have a proper meal.”
“Why couldn’t you eat?”
Hearing that he was hungry, Adel immediately wore a worried expression.
She was the only one who worried about him when he was hungry. He had once thought that he could risk everything for her. He had.
“I didn’t have a chance to eat while listening to the Emperor’s chatter. It was a kind of torture disguised as a meal invitation.”
Christine shook his head with a horrible expression.
“Then wait a moment. I’ll see if there’s anything.”
“Thanks, Adel. You’re all I have.”
When he smiled thinly, his silver eyelashes shone above his gray eyes, which had a hint of blue.
Adel had always been weak to his eye smiles. They were eyes that made her want to help him as if she was mesmerized.
Maybe Christine knew this well too. That’s why he was exploiting it like this.
But Adel decided to make one thing clear before going into the kitchen.
“Just make sure of this! That wasn’t a kiss that day. And I definitely didn’t start it!”
Then, so that Christine couldn’t refute anything, she quickly went into the kitchen and closed the door.
Thump!
She was more hardhearted than he thought.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]After closing the door, Adel slumped in a chair at the dining table.
“Haa……”
She exhaled the breath she had been holding.
‘What the hell. Chris…’
She was so confused.
‘I was trying to forget everything and live.’
Her life in the mining village, the day she left him, the memory of her mother……
She tried to bury it like a distant past life. She only wanted to remember that everything was beautiful, happy, and lovely……
Because there was no one who could point out her distorted memory until now.
But then he suddenly appeared.
Moreover, not as a pretty boy in her memories, but as a dangerous man.
Every time she felt his gaze, breath, and scent, Adel’s heart pounded heavily. It was suffocating just being together.
A moment ago, when their lips were about to touch, her heart seemed to leap out. She didn’t know how much she had been nervous since then, fearing that the sound of her heartbeat might be heard.
“I’m crazy……!”
Adel stamped her feet and denied her feelings.
Yeah, it’s just that it’s been a long time, and I’m glad to see him, and I’m out of breath because it’s awkward.
It’s natural for anyone’s heart to flutter when someone’s lips are about to touch like that.
‘Yeah, that’s all. How could I… How could I be so shameless…’
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]“It’s warm.”
Looking around the empty living room, Christine muttered to himself.
A fireplace in front of him was shooting red flames, burning brightly. But it seemed that wasn’t the only reason.
A shabby, old, narrow house.
But it somehow felt familiar to him.
Embroidered linen curtains hung on the long, narrow windows, and the console was covered with handknit lace.
Candles and small frames on the fireplace made the place cozy, and despite winter, green plants flourished in every corner. The flowers he brought seemed to fit in, even if they were absurd.
It was reminiscent of the house where she lived a long time ago.
A place filled with the sweet and savory smell of bread and cookies.
Adel and her mother, who always greeted him with a warm welcome when he came with a hungry stomach.
It felt as though he had returned to that house after going around for 10 years.
It felt like any moment, Adel’s apronclad mother would appear with a steaming pie. When that happened, Adel would sternly warn him not to pay attention to the pie until his handwriting exercises were finished.
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!”
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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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