However, she passed with flying colors, receiving a congratulatory letter in the form of an acceptance notice.
Since then, two years had passed without any new members joining.
Someone had jokingly asked if this meant their generation would be the end of the society, but most members agreed without showing it.
And now, after breaking through such barriers, a new member had emerged after two long years.
Countess Montelio, satisfied, gently smiled, and the members interpreted her reaction as confirmation.
“It seems you all have guessed correctly.”
She then called the protagonist standing at a distance to come forward and introduce himself.
“Please come here and introduce yourself.”
The entrance of a man, unexpected by many, caused a stir in the recital hall.
Vialle’s eyes also flickered in surprise at his arrival.
“Isn’t that Duke Berdeum?”
“Those silver hairs, it seems so.”
The sudden appearance of Denchon Berdeum silenced the gathering with his calm, deep voice.
“I am Denchon Berdeum.”
His brief greeting left everyone speechless, followed by a moment of silence, then erupting into applause.
“Congratulations, Duke!”
“We look forward to working with you.”
Everyone genuinely welcomed the new member, and Vialle, following suit, clapped somewhat awkwardly.
The person probably feeling the most pride in this situation was Countess Montelio, the host of the literary society.
She had been inwardly anxious, fearing this generation might mark the end of the long-standing society.
“I never expected Duke Berdeum to join. It’s great news after two years since Lady Ruscheff. I’m just grateful to the Duke.”
Vialle, hearing her own mention, awkwardly curved her lips into a smile.
Although unexpectedly reuniting with the Duke was somewhat disconcerting, it appeared he indeed had a significant fondness for literature.
When her gaze inadvertently met his clear eyes, an inexplicable flutter touched her heart, prompting Vialle to quickly avert her eyes.
She couldn’t understand why she was the first to look away from the Duke, convincing herself it was a matter of pride, not emotion.
Despite trying to ignore it, Vialle found herself irrationally annoyed by the back of his head sitting diagonally in front of her.
Lost in her thoughts, she was brought back to reality when it was her turn to read.
Only after hearing her name called several times did she gather her senses.
“Lady Vialle, it’s your turn now.”
Aware of the members’ eyes on her, Vialle hastily rose and walked to the designated reading area.
“The poem I will recite today is…”
Starting her recital, she again locked eyes with Denchon, causing her voice to waver with stirring emotions. Nevertheless, she continued with forced calmness.
“‘To Make You Love Me Again’.”
She wondered why she had looked at him at that moment, a question that remained unanswered even now.
And he too was looking at her, his eyes carrying a mix of sorrowful emotions.
A gentle breeze blew through, rustling the petals in the garden.
Smoothly brushing her fine wheat-colored hair behind her ear, Vialle began reciting her chosen poem.
“O beloved of my life, for whom I’ve yearned so long,
I cannot forget you, though you vanished like the wind.
You disappeared suddenly, but I lack the courage to let you go.
To make you love me again,
I have resolved to wait, gazing only at you.
Even if I am not your destiny,
I vow to love you eternally.”
The poet, committing to an unattainable love, promised eternal devotion despite knowing its futility.
Although the poem spoke of deep and poignant love, Vialle found it hard to fully comprehend such complex emotions.
Yet, it seemed the man before her felt differently.
As she read, she found herself increasingly drawn to him, her eyes following his every move.
In their previous encounters, he had never revealed any inner feelings.
But today, his eyes reflected confusion, anxiety, and even a hint of apprehension.
What had stirred his heart so?
‘Could it be he’s thinking of someone he loves?’
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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