Mrs. Bacchus mentioned his name again. Then I recalled that Isabelle also knew the professor well. Considering the situation, it’s highly likely that Isabelle attended the same university where the professor taught.
I pondered which university Professor Brutanu was affiliated with. At the same time, I regretted not asking Roger the names of the universities that Isabelle and Mrs. Bacchus attended.
“Isabelle and Professor Brutanu didn’t get along, you know. They clashed every time they met.”
“I don’t remember that, it was a long time ago.”
“Oh, but it seems like you still don’t get along. When we visited the professor’s residence this time, you cornered him. You know how pale he turned, right?”
Mrs. Bacchus laughed without interruption, finding something extremely amusing. In the midst of her laughter, my thoughts drifted to a line I had read in the camp pamphlet.
[Professor Brutanu, former astronomy professor at Wayklin University.]There was no need to ponder which university Wayklin was or where it was located. Any passerby could tell you that it was a prestigious university, particularly famous in the field of science. Scientists from there were treated as elites.
“You attended Wayklin?”
Upon hearing my interruption, Mrs. Bacchus clapped.
“Oh, you just figured it out? That’s where Isabelle and I went.”
“…”
It was surprising enough to know that they attended college, let alone that it was a topranked institution. I couldn’t help but wonder if the whole world was lying behind my back.
“I must have spoken strangely, Lise. Even if your mother and the professor didn’t get along, he always acknowledged your mother’s talent.”
Unconsciously dredging up old stories, Mrs. Bacchus only realized Isabelle’s cold reaction after finishing her tale. This time, even I and my brothers couldn’t brush it off with a laugh.
Mrs. Bacchus and Isabelle seemed on the verge of a total falling out. A noise from outside the mansion prevented that unfortunate event. The sound of a loudly whinnying horse broke the silence.
Someone had come to the Marsen mansion. Realizing this, Isabelle rose to inspect the entrance.
“Damn, it’s freezing.”
Her father’s voice, along with a glimpse of him, briefly appeared. Though spring had arrived, he still wore a thick coat.
“Lord Marsen? Didn’t you say you would be away from the mansion for a week?”
“Is that the first thing you say upon seeing your husband’s face? Circumstances have led me to return for just a day.”
“I invited guests, anticipating that. Mrs. Bacchus and her son will be staying with us for three days.”
“Ah, I remember hearing about that. I’ll greet them briefly before retreating to my room.”
What was father doing here at a time like this? An inexplicable worry washed over me.
As the footsteps of Isabelle and her father drew near, Mrs. Bacchus and Roger stood up from their seats. A wearylooking father appeared in the dining room, scanning the table with clouded eyes before locking eyes with Mrs. Bacchus.
Mrs. Bacchus seemed slightly tense at the sight of my young and neatlooking father. His face, which had looked lifeless, brightened up instantly upon laying eyes on the plump and cute Mrs. Bacchus.
“Ah, could this beautiful woman be Mrs. Bacchus?”
“Excuse me. I’m Syllie Bacchus. This is my son, Roger Bacchus. We didn’t know the Count would be here and have been impolite.”
“Don’t say such disheartening things, madam.”
The madam and father exchanged words. That inexplicable worry intensified.
Father walked further into the dining room, shrugging off his coat. The tired look was gone, and he appeared to be in quite a good mood. Approaching the wall, he picked out a bottle of wine.
“Seeing as you’ve set up such a lavish dinner, I can’t possibly refuse. May I join you, madam?”
“Of course.”
“Then, if you’ll excuse me.”
As soon as father took a seat, Isabelle also sat down quietly.
It hadn’t been a few seconds before Father began showing a kindness and smile to the madam that he’d never shown us. My concerns had turned into reality.
“What do I do now?”
Father, often flirty with beautiful women or people of his liking, found Mrs. Bacchus to be exactly his type.
“So you’ve been friends with my wife since long ago? Isabelle doesn’t talk much about herself.”
“Oh, it’s ancient history. Nothing special happened because we were friends.”
Madam, perhaps feeling burdened by father’s attention, stuttered and evaded.
Father poured himself some wine. He then filled up the wine glasses of the abstaining Mrs. Bacchus and Isabelle as well, forcibly elevating the mood.
In the end, only Father appeared excited. The brothers and Roger seemed bored, while Isabelle looked like she might flip the table at any moment.
“Lord Marsen. Syllie is uncomfortable, let’s stop here.”
“Ah, then may I ask one last question?”
Unable to stand it any longer, Isabelle tried to interject, but Father continued. One ‘final’ question turned into two, and then several more. Mrs. Bacchus, who had been evasive, eventually gave in and answered every question.
The dinner table had turned into Father’s solo stage.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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