To Become Family with the Male Lead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
What are you doing?
When I tilted my head in confusion, Roger brought over the violin he’d mentioned earlier. He rosined the bow, tuned the violin skillfully, and then held the instrument out toward me.
“I’ll teach you.”
“What?”
“Here.”
I wanted to refuse, but Roger stubbornly pushed the violin even closer.
‘Ugh.’
Before my eyes, the violin shimmered into an illusion of five gold ingots. If I broke it, I might have to hand over one of my internal organs.
“…Can I really handle it carelessly? I’ve never touched a violin before—I’ll surely be rough with it.”
“I already told you—it’s already broken.”
He placed the violin into my hands and stepped back a pace.
I’d seen others play before, but this was my first time actually holding one. The wooden texture felt surprisingly delicate.
It seemed like it might snap with just a little pressure—I was trembling with anxiety.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and put it under your chin.”
“…Don’t rush me.”
My throat went dry.
Even if the instrument was flawed… what if I accidentally ruined it and Roger flew into a furious rage at me?
As I stared blankly at the violin, I noticed its four thin strings.
“Hey, how much does each string cost?”
“Don’t worry. Strings aren’t expensive. The E string breaks often—I think it costs about 30 gold per string?”
You’re insane.
“M-my stomach suddenly hurts so much….”
“Don’t think about running away. Just do it.”
Thirty gold was enough to buy all the fountain pens I’d ever wanted. Had this violin’s strings been gilded or something?
“Tuck it a bit more inward under your chin. Otherwise, it’ll fall.”
“Really? You’re really letting me use this violin?”
“Are you going to keep asking?”
He began by teaching me how to position the violin under my chin. When I kept shifting my body, Roger’s hand reached out and steadied my shoulder. The moment his hand touched me, I unconsciously tensed up even more.
“You’re using way too much force.”
Roger pointed it out immediately.
“What if it falls?”
“Sigh…”
“I’m the one who should be sighing.”
“If you’re worried about breaking it, stop moving your body first. Eventually, you’ll need to hold the violin steady with just your chin, without your hands.”
Before his words even finished, he forcibly pulled my hands away from the violin. Instantly, I pressed all my strength into my chin. If the violin fell, I’d be dead.
“Relax.”
“…”
“Your shoulders too.”
Quiet!
Roger corrected each stiff part of my posture one by one. It was completely different from how sternly he usually looked at me. He openly touched my face, shoulders, and hands to adjust my stance, then gave a faint smile.
“How’s that?”
My posture felt a bit more comfortable now. The violin resting on my chin was steadier than before. I gained confidence—so long as I didn’t tense up, it wouldn’t fall.
“It’s not falling?”
“Right? You were just scared for no reason. Good posture keeps it secure.”
I’d always admired those who played instruments well, never imagining I’d hold one myself. Now, having only just managed to steady the violin against my body, I already felt in my head as if I’d perfectly performed a solo piece.
“I think I can do something…”
“Right?”
“How do I hold the bow?”
This time, I asked first. Roger said, “Just a moment,” and quickly fetched his own bow.
“Follow me.”
The way he held the bow was oddly specific.
“You need to place your pinky farther toward the tip.”
“Like this?”
“A bit farther back. Yes.”
Surprisingly, he didn’t get angry or frustrated—he patiently taught me how to hold the bow. What had felt awkward at first now looked decent.
“How do I look?”
“I’ll check from a distance.”
Roger stepped back and observed my posture.
“Pfft. You’re seriously weird.”
Apparently, my stance looked so awkward that he couldn’t hold back his laughter.
“D-don’t laugh! It’s my first time!”
“Yeah, well, I was perfect from the start.”
He casually bragged.
“When did you start playing violin?”
“According to Mother, I’ve carried a violin around since the day I was born. I started playing at age four.”
“That’s amazing. Truthfully, I’ve wanted to learn violin for a long time too.”
“Don’t you have one at your estate?”
“I do, but… my parents never hired me a private tutor.”
“Why?”
Explaining that would require recounting my entire birth story in detail. What if Roger looked down on me after hearing it? I didn’t want to reveal my weakness so bluntly to someone I’d just met today.
“Yeah.”
I gave a bitter smile.
Roger stayed silent for a moment, then walked over to the bookshelf again. He pulled out a violin instruction book. The open sheet music inside had only a single note—clearly meant for beginners.
“Normally, you start with ‘La’ on the violin. Just move the bow without using your fingers.”
“Easy?”
“Hmm, give it a try.”
That’s nothing.
Seeing my confidence, Roger lifted his chin slightly. I was determined to produce a magnificent sound and wipe that smug look off Roger’s face.
I placed the bow on the string as he’d instructed and moved it. All that came out wasn’t the beautiful tone I’d imagined, but a grating screech—like nails scraping hard against a chalkboard.
This isn’t right. I tried again, but the same awful sound repeated.
“That’s terrible.”
“…Life doesn’t always go as planned.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Kids don’t need to understand.”
“Stop saying weird things and relax your hand. Gently.”
He placed his hand over mine and moved the bow. Like magic, a much smoother sound emerged under his guidance.
“Wow!”
“How’s that?”
“It’s beautiful! The sound is so lovely!”
When I exclaimed excitedly, Roger blinked, then smiled.
“Fun, isn’t it? The violin.”
“Yeah. Quite.”
“Then come to our estate once a week. I’ll teach you.”
Suddenly?
“Why would you?”
“I’m bored. There’s no one my age in this village.”
“Don’t you go to school?”
“It’s dull.”
His offer was kind, and I wanted to nod eagerly—but several concerns held me back. Isabelle would surely object, and I had no money. Even though Roger said he’d teach for free, it still felt suspicious.
What if he later used this against me to make unfair demands?
“You… you don’t want something from me, do you?”
“What are you talking about? I’d never do anything like that with a violin.”
“Really? How can I trust someone I just met?”
“Hmm… want to tie our wrists together?”
“…That’s horrifying.”
“If you don’t trust me, just try one lesson today and decide. You’ll definitely enjoy it.”
Roger was enthusiastic.
[This is the timeline separator]It was already lunchtime. I’d made so many sounds that the vibrations seemed to echo all the way into my head when the maid briefly entered the room and told me to come down for the meal.
Roger and I set aside the violins and headed to the dining room. Delicious aromas tickled my nose. The table was laden with various meat dishes and delectable desserts.
“Hungry? Please sit.”
Mrs. Bacchus guided me to my seat—right next to Isabelle. Isabelle’s expression looked noticeably brighter than before, likely from her lengthy conversation with Mrs. Bacchus.
As I sat beside her, Isabelle wordlessly picked up her fork and knife and began eating first.
“I heard violin sounds earlier.”
Mrs. Bacchus asked me.
“Oh, Roger was teaching me.”
“Really? Roger rarely ever teaches anyone how to play violin.”
At Mrs. Bacchus’s words, Roger—who had been chatting with me so animatedly—immediately ducked his head. Now I realized: Roger was utterly cowed in front of Mrs. Bacchus.
Knowing his true nature, all of Roger’s earlier behavior now seemed shamelessly bold. I almost wished he’d treat me the way he treated her… though of course, that was impossible.
“It was fun.”
“You two have gotten close. Roger dislikes it when anyone touches his belongings carelessly—even when relatives visit, he never lets them touch his instrument. And that’s not all—he’s extremely sensitive.”
“Is that so?”
I put a piece of meat from the table into my mouth. It must have just come out of the oven—juices flowed out with every chew, rich and savory.
“How is the food?”
“It’s delicious, Madam.”
Mrs. Bacchus gave a gentle smile and turned her gaze back to Isabelle.
“Your daughter is truly clever, Isabelle.”
“Only Roger, perhaps.”
“Roger inherited much of this family’s blood—that’s why. But Lise… Isabelle, she looks so much like you.”
At those words, I nearly dropped my fork. Like me? Of all people? For some reason, it felt like the harshest insult in the world.
Isabelle seemed just as affected—slight wrinkles formed on her previously serene face. I worried she might take her frustration out on me later because of this.
“It’s as if I’m looking at your younger self, Isabelle. Honestly, I never imagined you’d marry and have a daughter who looks exactly like you…”
Isabelle lifted her head and looked at Mrs. Bacchus.
“Why?”
“Because you never wanted to marry, even back then.”
“That’s all in the past. Besides, I was far too young then.”
“Still, I always thought you’d never marry—you’d follow your own path. So I was very surprised when I first heard you’d gotten married. But now, after seeing Lise today, I think I understand why you did.”
I worried Isabelle might lose her temper. Yet, faced with Mrs. Bacchus’s utterly gentle and kind tone, Isabelle couldn’t bring herself to retort. She simply chewed her meat, striving to maintain her dignity.
“Oh? Then what do you think—would she make a good bride for Roger?”
Out of nowhere, Roger’s name slipped from her lips. Roger, who had been silently eating, dropped his fork first.
“Oh my! I think that’s wonderful!”
“Do you really?”
“They seem to get along well. Why not arrange an engagement once they’ve both had their coming-of-age ceremonies? Heehee.”
Roger and I locked eyes. It—it must be a joke, right?
“As long as Silly approves.”
“Really? Oh my! How delightful it would be if a lovely girl like Lise became our Roger’s bride.”
Mrs. Bacchus and Isabelle were genuinely plotting to marry us off. Only then did I realize why Isabelle had brought me here instead of Silke or Swell. She’d brought me to push me into marrying some young master quickly, to stop me from causing trouble!
Unfortunately, in this world, married women faced considerable restrictions on their social activities. That’s exactly what Isabelle was counting on.
If only I’d known, I should’ve thrown a tantrum and refused outright when Isabelle first suggested coming here.
“Roger, what do you think?”
Mrs. Bacchus asked Roger. He gave a slight shiver of his shoulders and licked his lips. His violet eyes flickered with visible unease.
Please, say the right thing. Show your true feelings, Roger.
“…If Mother approves.”
No way.
“I’m fine with it.”
That mama’s boy!
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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What is this? Liz is still too young to be engaged at this age, just to restrict her and prevent her from expressing her personality. Poor Liz.- Oh my God, oh my God, how sweet they are! Our Yuri and Liz are so sweet. Who is this looking for our little Liz? I hope they don’t want to hurt her.
- Oh my God, our dear Liz is so famous, but what’s wrong with this duke? Our dear Liz didn’t do anything wrong. What did the children do to deserve their parents’ actions? How narrow-minded!
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“You do like it, right? Characters shaped like this—I actually do too.”
Oh, how sweet they are! Our dear Liz charmed Yurik with her sweetness 🤭💗
He said it shyly, but his sincerity touched me so deeply I wanted to give him mo
Omg omg. They are so cute. I am gonna die from sweetness 🤧
Duke Fenton stared at his son as if seeing a stranger. Then, finally, Madame Fen
Hahaha, Duke’s situation is so funny! Everyone is in love with our little Liz.
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Miioo
Oh, poor Liz and Roger! How awful Isabel is, trying to belittle Liz’s personality. I hope Liz grows strong and refuses to be treated this way.