‘It’s okay. It’s a life I got for free anyway, so there’s nothing to regret if I die here.’
Ariana was about to quietly jump off the cliff, checking behind her.
Swoosh[Dash]
The sound of something being cut, and Ariana looked back to the front.
The man in the center had lost his head. The two men beside him had their eyes wide open, not knowing what had happened.
But their faces didn’t stay attached to their necks for long.
Swoosh[Dash]
Silver flash.
Thump[Dash] Thud[Dash]
Two falling heads.
Crash[Dash]
Falling bodies.
And behind them, a dark figure, holding a sword.
He was wearing a black hooded cloak. Because of the deeply pulled hood, his identity was hidden.
Ariana stood erect, ready to jump from the cliff at any moment, glaring at him.
He flicked the blood off his sword and sheathed it.
Then he slowly moved his hand to take off his hood.
The sunlight through the tree branches made his silver hair shine brilliantly.
His otherworldly appearance made her legs go weak, but Ariana gritted her teeth and endured it. She stood tall and elegant, looking at him.
“Was I too late?”
His voice was languid, uncharacteristic of someone who had just killed three people. His expression and tone were like a person just waking up.
“You never promised to come, Your Highness.”
“If I hadn’t come…….”
He crossed the bloodstained ground to approach Ariana.
His cloak flapping in the wind looked like a god descending to earth.
“Were you planning to kill yourself?”
Standing next to Ariana, he looked down at the cliff and chuckled.
“You thought of the next move as always.”
“Yes, Your Highness. As always.”
“But if you fall wrong, you’ll die.”
“If I die, that’s it. My luck only goes so far.”
“You really have no fear.”
Cyrus, curiously examining Ariana’s face, gently touched her cheek.
It stung where it had been scratched by the tree branches, but Ariana didn’t show any signs and sent him a calm look.
“It must hurt.”
“It’s nothing.”
“A scar is a medal on a man’s face, but not for a woman.”
“I don’t need others to recognize my medals. As long as it’s a source of pride for me, that’s enough.”
Ariana, dodging Cyrus’s touch and stepping back, forgot about the cliff behind her.
As her foot stepped into the air and she started to fall, a strong arm wrapped around Ariana’s slender waist and pulled her in.
He brought her almost into an embrace and took her away from the cliff.
“You lack caution.”
“Thank you.”
“You almost fell, but you don’t look surprised. Are you human?”
“Your Highness hardly looks human. The women say you look like the god of the moon, and you really do.”
“Why don’t you ease the intensity in your eyes when you say that? Your gaze looks like it will burn.”
Even as they spoke, he still embraced Ariana’s waist. Their touching bodies bothered him. He shivered from the chill that came through his clothes.
“Let me go, Your Highness.”
“Ah, excuse me.”
Freed from him, Ariana was bothered by the silence of the forest.
What happened to Rozalin? Is she still alive?
Ariana moved toward where she had left Rozalin, but Syrus blocked her path.
“Going to find the maid?”
“……”
“You have a lot of affection for someone who harbors poison in her heart.”
“It is the law to repay a favor. That maid has been of great help to me.”
For some reason, Syrus seemed pleased when she said Rozalin had been helpful.
Ariana looked up at him suspiciously and said,
“I will surely repay the grace Your Highness has bestowed upon me. So you may put your mind at ease.”
“Does this mean you’re telling me to leave since your business is finished?”
“……”
“You won’t achieve what you want if you care about a mere maid’s life and death.”
“Just because I’ve decided to become a beast doesn’t mean I want to sink my teeth into the necks of unrelated people.”
“You harbor as dull thoughts as your face. You’ll never become a beast.”
Ariana couldn’t understand why Syrus would say such a thing in this situation.
She might not be able to help Rozalin, but if there was something she could do, she wanted to help. Couldn’t she at least create an opportunity for her to escape?
But every time she tried to go that way, Syrus kept blocking her way. If he weren’t the Northern Commander, she would have kicked his shin.
“Your Highness, please…….”
She was about to ask him to step aside when the bushes behind Syrus rustled.
Could it be those who were after Rozalin?
Unlike Ariana’s tension, Syrus was leisurely looking down at her.
Ariana was on tiptoe, whispering in anxious voice,
“Your Highness, someone is coming this way.”
“Oh.”
Syrus only uttered a small exclamation and showed no sign of being on guard.
What is he thinking?
Ariana was wondering whether to pull out her knife or to run back to the cliff and prepare to jump when a familiar figure appeared from the bushes.
“Rozalin!”
Without knowing it, Ariana’s voice rose as she ran toward Rozalin.
She relaxed for a moment, having thought Rozalin was dead.
Rozalin was covered in blood.
“Miss. Are you unharmed?”
“Yes, you seem…… badly injured.”
“It’s not my blood.”
Rozalin slightly bowed her head towards Ariana, then limped to Syrus’s front, knelt on one knee and sat.
“I greet my lord.”
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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