Unlike the past few days, today Edward looked quite neat.
It was thanks to Geoffrey convincing him to go home with the argument, “How do you know if a telegram reply hasn’t arrived at the mansion?” Edward had been cooped up in his office, not even going home.
Of course, there was no telegram from the person Edward was hoping for at home. But he couldn’t give up, and he was still occasionally glancing at the door, hoping for it to open.
However, a few hours later, there was a sound of someone arriving outside.
Before the staff could react, Edward, who had been sitting restlessly, got up, knocking over his chair in a rush and dashed outside.
Edward flung open the door and glared at the delivery man standing before him.
The delivery man, slightly startled by the door brushing past his nose, hesitantly extended a piece of paper he was holding.
“Here’s a telegram for Mr. Allen.”
Edward quickly grabbed the offered paper. His hands trembled as he hastily unfolded it.
The message wasn’t the long-awaited reply from Louisa, but news of her return sent from home.
Edward stared at the words on the paper for a long time.
He gazed silently at the paper in his hand, then folded it a couple of times and tucked it deep into his jacket pocket.
Geoffrey was seriously contemplating.
Is this company okay?
The president of the company where he worked was now exploring new realms, showing endless madness.
For example, instead of looking at the door, he fidgeted restlessly, crossed his arms, kept changing which leg he crossed over the other, and even took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands now and then.
Unable to stand it any longer, Geoffrey approached the president.
“Mr. President.”
“What.”
“It seems the call you’ve been anxiously waiting for has arrived, hasn’t it?”
“I really hate smart-asses like you.”
“Thank you for the compliment. So why are you still here?”
“What’s it to you?”
Geoffrey then threw his hands up in the air as if he was about to pull his hair out. He glared at his president and said,
“Oh, let’s just stop worrying about everything in front of our great president. So long!”
Geoffrey turned on his heel and walked away. Edward groaned and then spoke in a reluctantly yielding voice.
“I don’t know what to do either.”
He had been pondering since the moment he received the telegram, but still couldn’t find an answer. He needed to persuade his wife to retract her words, but he hadn’t yet found a way to do so.
Geoffrey, walking away with heavy steps, glanced back over his shoulder.
“Mr. President. You know we’re in a pretty critical period right now.”
“How could I not know?”
“I’d like to pretend not to know and take your side, but this isn’t a problem you can avoid, is it?”
Geoffrey sighed. He returned to Edward’s side, gathered his bag and coat, and said,
“I’ll be here for a while, so go and come back. It would be even better if you come back looking refreshed.”
“If I knew how to do that, I would have gone long ago.”
“Oh, please. Mr. President.”
Geoffrey closed his eyes in frustration, pointing to his head and then the floor.
“Resolve it even if you have to bury your head in the ground. Understand?”
Edward attempted to say something but then pressed his lips together tightly. After a deep sigh, he stood up and took the bag Geoffrey offered him.
As the day to leave Quenel arrived, Rachel noticeably showed her sadness.
Sitting on the train, ready to depart, she kept chattering nonstop – “It was like a dream. When will I ever have such a day in my life again?” – sharing her impressions of the trip. Louisa appropriately joined in with the conversation.
As the train journeyed for a while, leaving everyone in a daze, the voice of the conductor announcing the arrival echoed.
“Lindburgh, arriving at Lindburgh Station…”
The familiar words inexplicably stuck in her ears.
Following the bustling movements of people, Louisa also got off the train.
The scene in front of her was no different from usual.
Some were waiting for others, while others quickly made their way through the crowd.
She felt the rustle of paper in her chest as she moved.
Among the crowd, Louisa turned her head, scanning left and right. Rachel, who was standing beside her, exclaimed.
“Oh, there’s Mr. Johnson. Right there!”
She picked up her luggage with a grunt, but Louisa still stood there.
Louisa, gazing blankly at the people, was called by Rachel.
“Madam?”
Despite Rachel’s call, Louisa continued to stare far into the distance, standing there for a long time.
The loud bell signaling the train’s departure rang.
The platform, once crowded, became tranquil after the throng passed. Paul Johnson, who had been waiting for them, came over and picked up their luggage.
“Madam.”
Only then did Louisa lower her gaze.
She spoke in a low, subdued voice.
“I’m sorry, Johnson. Let’s go.”
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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