“At such an early hour, to be intoxicated? Should I check how much the servants poured the champagne?”
The count’s muttering was monotonous.
So Evie thought it would be better to get angry instead.
Speaking calmly, but with eyes that seemed to devour.
“It would be good if we could confirm, but will the servants really remember whom they handed the glass to…”
“They will remember. It’s still early evening.”
Evie tried hard to refute, but as expected, the count’s reaction was not easy. So Evie secretly clenched the hand resting on her knee.
‘Has he come to cling and drag on like this?’
It makes sense. After saving face in front of people, he seemed to have gnashed his teeth all night and come rushing as soon as dawn broke.
Evie swallowed her dry saliva with certainty of the count’s malice, and it was time to lower her body further to endure the subsequent abuse.
“But if the party involved says so, we must believe.”
The count suddenly spoke in a composed voice.
“I wasn’t doubting. I’m just socially awkward.”
His tone seemed as if yesterday’s incident was none of his concern.
Startled, Evie raised her head, and her face turned pale at the sight of the count leisurely lifting his teacup.
Socially awkward? No, quite the opposite. The count was someone who very skillfully played with people.
“…Doubt, it was a reasonable story. I’m just sorry to you, Count. I will apologize again for yesterday.”
Although she clearly felt that the count was playing with her, Evie once again constricted herself. Even though her pride was hurt, she couldn’t help it. What was most important to Evie right now was tying up yesterday’s incident.
“If it’s not intentional, it’s fine. Let’s move on to the main topic as that incident will be considered an accident.”
“The main topic… do you mean there’s another matter?”
“Yes.”
The count readily accepted Evie’s apology. He then became playful again, making Evie’s mind busy once more.
The main topic? What main topic?
Zion Laurel’s reason to come to Evie Ariate’s house.
Nothing comes to mind. If forced to come up with something…
‘Really love at first sight?’
The first hypothesis DS had scoffed at quickly surfaced.
Even Evie thought of it as half a joke, but she looked at the count with doubt at this new development.
It seemed too optimistic an interpretation, but it’s not completely out of the realm of possibility.
Evie is lovely to anyone’s eyes. Especially yesterday, she really dolled herself up.
Moreover, the count’s reaction. Although a bit rough, he ultimately passed over yesterday’s incident generously. Considering Evie’s rudeness, it was a very lenient treatment.
‘This is favorable!’
Quick in calculation and changing her stance, Evie changed her thoughts as if flipping her palm. She then opened her mouth cutely.
“By any chance, is that matter, looking at me yesterd…”
Is it related to what you saw? Evie was about to ask like this. But the count intercepted her words like revenge.
“Why do you think I was looking at you?”
“Because you’re a socially awkward pervert?”
At Evie’s answer, a cruel silence flowed.
Both remained silent, but their expressions were very different.
The count glared at Evie with narrowed eyes, and on the contrary, Evie’s eyes were wide open as she froze in place.
Instead, she screamed in agony in her soul.
A pervert, calling the count a pervert!
Panicked, Evie thought about smiling absurdly in the chaos. If she laughed like a fool here, wouldn’t he find it cute? No, rather bite her tongue. Die gloriously and keep her honor.
Making irrational thoughts, Evie hastily apologized to the count, who was glaring at her.
“I’m ssorry, I sometimes speak nonsense…”
“Your nonsense is overly specific.”
At the count’s rebuke, Evie tightly closed her eyes. Even if she had ten mouths, she had nothing to say.
Damn this curse, this damn curse.
As Evie mournfully fell silent, the count let out a faint sigh. Then he explained as if he didn’t want to quarrel.
“It was confirmed.”
“Yes…?”
“I have confirmed that you are the person I am looking for, Evie Ariate.”
Count Philip Morris called Evie’s name as if there was no mistake. Then he stared at Evie, whose eyes were wide and who knew nothing.
Evie Ariate, who sat with her hands folded demurely, looked like a doll.
Straightflowing hair, a small and slender face, shining black eyes. A sparkling silk blouse with a pale purple skirt. The tender lines of her exposed shoulders above it.
Count Philip Morris, as he had done yesterday, took in Evie’s appearance, piece by piece, and then spoke calmly.
“I have been asked to protect you.”
“What does that mean…?”
“So from now on, I intend to take care of you, as sincerely as possible.”
Count Philip Morris was one to say ‘sincerely’ quite insincerely. Moreover, his explanation was extremely unfriendly.
As Evie fell into confusion, Count Philip Morris belatedly added,
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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