To Become Family with the Male Lead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
Roger’s crisp reply left me speechless.
He’d only seen me for a few hours!
Because of Roger, who always instantly gave in to whatever Mrs. Bacchus said, it really looked like we were about to get engaged.
“Shouldn’t we secure the church now? Hehe.”
“I already have a place in mind.”
“Oh my, where?”
Isabelle and Mrs. Bacchus exchanged words whose sincerity was hard to judge. Meanwhile, I glared at Roger and tapped his knee repeatedly with my leg under the table.
‘Hey, what are you doing?’
Roger just shrugged his shoulders and continued eating as if nothing had happened. Annoyed by his attitude, I stretched out my foot and firmly kicked his knee.
“Ugh!”
“Roger, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
I should’ve just refused his offer to teach violin and read a book instead! Roger looked at me and lifted one corner of his mouth in a smirk. A bad feeling crept over me. I tried to stop him before he could say anything, but his gaze had already landed on Isabelle.
Too late.
“Um, Madame Marceau.”
“Yes?”
“I’d like to teach Lise violin once a week.”
It was like pouring oil on a fire. Of all times—right when everyone was excited about the engagement talk—he offered to teach me violin, further fueling Mrs. Bacchus’s enthusiasm.
“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea, Roger!”
“…Violin?”
In contrast, Isabelle’s expression twisted.
“Lise is going to learn violin?”
Isabelle’s tone had sharpened.
Seeing Isabelle’s changed attitude, I momentarily calmed my excited feelings. Isabelle, who never allowed me even a single tutor, clearly wouldn’t welcome Roger’s suggestion! After all, she always blocked anything I wanted to learn outright, as if allergic to the idea.
This was my chance. If Isabelle firmly refused, the mood would cool down… and naturally, all talk of marriage would vanish.
‘Roger, nice!’
Before I knew it, I was cheering for him.
“Yes, Lise wants to learn, and I’d like to teach her.”
“Lise wants to learn violin?”
“Well… she seems interested.”
“Does Lise have any talent for violin, by any chance?”
Despite her words, Isabelle clearly hoped I had none.
“Huh? No.”
Aside from Isabelle’s intentions, my pride was slightly hurt.
“She’ll probably be decent once she learns, but she’s not exactly talented.”
“…”
“She’s not even skilled at holding the bow yet. Just ordinary.”
Roger’s blunt words chilled the atmosphere. This… was an unexpected turn.
“Haha! What’s this child saying? Don’t worry too much, Isabelle. Maybe it’s because Roger’s teaching for the first time today.”
Mrs. Bacchus, sensing the mood, quickly covered for her son. Only then did Roger realize the situation and set down the fork he’d been holding.
“…Ah, sorry. It’s not that she has no talent, but it’s not like she has any either… I guess I should just say she doesn’t really have any…”
That’s just saying she has none at all.
“Roger, you need to speak clearly. And how can you say Lise has no talent when she only started learning today?”
“…”
“You can’t rule out acquired talent, right? Isn’t that so, Isabelle?”
“Roger. I’d like you to teach Lise.”
Just as Mrs. Bacchus tried to smooth things over, Isabelle answered. Mrs. Bacchus’s lips parted in surprise at Isabelle’s faintly amused smile.
“Really? Is that alright, Madame?”
“Yes. She ought to have at least one such hobby—it might come in handy later.”
“Then can we set a time right now?”
“Of course.”
“Lise! How about Monday? Or Wednesday?”
He seemed absolutely delighted. Was teaching me really that joyful? We were practically locked into an engagement now, yet seeing his bright expression made my own heart flutter despite myself.
There was nothing for it. On second thought, learning violin from Roger wasn’t so bad. It meant escaping that tiresome mansion and village once a week—maybe even a stroke of luck.
“Thursday is better.”
“Alright, then let’s fix the time. I prefer mornings—how about you?”
Before I knew it, Roger and I were actively discussing the day and time. We finally settled on Thursday at 11 a.m.
“Lise, then I’ll get to see you again next week?”
“I’ll be counting on you, Madame.”
“I’ll make something delicious every time you come.”
Mrs. Bacchus pushed a dessert toward me as she spoke. It was an oddly shaped apple pie—probably homemade. The crisp crust and sweet apple filling filled my mouth, lifting my spirits.
It was perfect.
“Silly. Don’t spoil the child—just open the door and do nothing else.”
“But how can I? She’s the one who’ll marry my son someday.”
“Silly.”
I looked forward to next Thursday. The marriage issue could wait.
“By the way, I heard from him last time. You met, didn’t you? That’s why he wanted to see me, right, Isabelle?”
“…No. It was just a coincidence.”
Isabelle and Silly resumed their idle chatter. Instead of joining them, Roger and I quietly tormented each other by tapping feet under the table.
Every time I nudged his foot, Roger retaliated without mercy, striking my knee hard. Not one to lose, I stretched my leg as far as I could and pressed firmly against his thigh.
Unlike the battlefield beneath the table, above it, Roger and I calmly continued our meal.
[This is the timeline separator]The maids brought warm tea. The dishes on the table had long been emptied. How long had we chatted over tea before the sun finally set?
“I should be going now, Silly.”
“Already?”
“Yes. The children will be home from school soon.”
Just as she said, it was time for Bacchus and Felicia to return to the mansion. Isabelle stood first and smoothed the slightly wrinkled hem of her dress. I started to rise as well, but Roger gave my foot one last tap.
I couldn’t just take it. Thinking it was my final chance, I stretched my leg out with all my strength.
“Lise.”
But Isabelle caught me right away.
‘Just you wait.’
I mouthed the words, and Roger responded with an utterly innocent smile. Annoying brat.
“I’m sorry to leave so soon, but it was nice seeing you after such a long time, Isabelle.”
“I feel the same.”
“To be honest, I was worried—what if you’d changed a lot since childhood?”
Mrs. Bacchus smiled just before stepping out the front door.
What kind of childhood had Isabelle even had for Mrs. Bacchus to bring it up so often? To me, Isabelle seemed like someone who’d never had a pure, childlike phase—I couldn’t even imagine her as a little girl.
“Is that so?”
“Even back then, you were blunt and showed almost no expression. Whenever you spoke, it was always about the future—so boring. But today you didn’t say a word about it, yet you’re still Isabelle. I like that Isabelle.”
“You haven’t changed a bit either, Silly.”
The two of them talked all the way to the main gate.
While secretly listening to their conversation, I glanced at Roger. Though I’d let him have the last hit today, there’d be no next time.
‘Goodbye, mama’s boy.’
As I waved,
‘Goodbye, stubborn Lise.’
Roger shot right back.
[This is the timeline separator]After boarding the carriage, Isabelle and I exchanged not a single word. Truthfully, I had no energy left to talk. Unlike usual, today had been utterly unpredictable. Many things had happened—but what stuck in my memory most was being told I resembled Isabelle.
‘In what way do we look alike?’
Our faces, personalities—everything was completely different.
‘Come to think of it, how did she meet Father?’
I’d never once heard how Isabelle and Father, Count Lachis, had met. Isabelle wasn’t the type to reminisce about love from the past.
Count Lachis talked a lot but was always busy with work, returning to the mansion late. So I’d never heard anything about their marriage.
It definitely wasn’t some fated meeting. Was it just another typical arranged marriage, then?
‘So when Father brought me home, what must Isabelle have felt?’
A completely unfamiliar child, with different hair and eye color.
Sensing my gaze, Isabelle turned her head.
“What are you thinking about, you fool?”
“I wasn’t thinking anything.”
“You’re getting better at lying. Were you thinking about Roger?”
“No. I was just… curious about Mother’s childhood.”
I answered honestly. Isabelle visibly flinched in surprise, then fell silent. She turned her gaze back to the window.
“You’re curious about the strangest things.”
That ended our conversation.
After that silence, I realized just how important something I’d forgotten today truly was.
[This is the timeline separator]“There’s something else I forgot…”
It was the wrapped box sitting on my desk. Today was Yurick’s birthday.
Outside the window, the sun had already begun to set. The postman had long since picked up the package and left for delivery. I was too anxious to just head straight to the Fenton mansion—what if Grandfather Yurick saw the gift?
I’d thought delivering the item would be easy, but it turned out to be a difficult mission. Quest deadline: 11:59 tonight. Reward: Yurick’s bright smile.
“Damn it.”
Did it absolutely have to be given today? No—birthday gifts only mean something if given on the actual day. Giving it a day late would make me seem like someone who’d forgotten and only remembered belatedly. I had to go now.
“Miss? Where are you going?”
“To the stables! I need to feed the horses!”
I quickly answered Viti’s question and hurried outside. My breath came short as I ran. The sky darkened quickly, and the air grew chilly. When I reached the flower garden, I spotted the Fenton household in the distance.
‘Alright, what should I do now?’
Should I disguise myself as the postman? But no matter how I thought about it, there was no way a postman could be this short and young.
“Lise Marceau?”
Yurick’s voice came from behind me just then. Thinking it might be a hallucination, I turned—and sure enough, there Yurick stood, holding a thick book featuring fairies and the Little Mermaid. First auditory hallucination, now visual.
“What are you doing here?”
Suddenly, the breeze brushing against my cheek made me realize this was real.
“What about you—what are you doing?”
It’s your birthday today.
Yurick hesitated, then hid the book behind his back. I’d already seen its flashy, cute cover anyway.
“…I wanted to read it, but Grandfather’s inside, so I’m sneaking a peek out here.”
“In this cold? Your hands will freeze.”
“I was just about to go in. What about you?”
I gripped the box in my hands tightly. Alright—whether by divine will or chance, I’d met Yurick at just the right moment. Now I just had to give him the gift.
“I… um…”
“…What’s wrong?”
Yurick tilted his head, watching me as I stood still. Even I thought I was acting strangely. It was just giving Yurick a present—why was my heart pounding?
‘Now that I think about it, what right do I even have to give Yurick a gift?’
We weren’t close. Hadn’t he disliked me just a short while ago? Even if that misunderstanding had been cleared up, we’d only met a handful of times.
“Are you hurt somewhere?”
“Not at all!”
“This won’t do. It’s too cold—you should go inside right away.”
I couldn’t let it end like this!
“Do you prefer pumpkin cake or chocolate cake?”
“What?”
“No… that’s not it. Actually, I have something I want to give you.”
I slowly held out the gift box.
“It’s your birthday, right? Happy birthday, Yurick.”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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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!
- Oh my God, our dear Liz is a genius! Sharkey Liz, you must leave this family!
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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
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