To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 7
Recalling the stern expression of the Archbishop as he bestowed the blessing, Viare worried he might have sensed her power—but quickly shook her head.
Only her mother, the Duchess, Viare herself, and the possessor of the power would know of the “Eye of Truth.”
Even tracing it back through its past holders, including her maternal grandmother, all had long since passed away.
Though the faithful turned their attention to Viare, she merely offered them a faint smile and gave no answer to their questions.
More time had passed than she had anticipated, and exhaustion weighed heavily upon her.
‘I just want to get back and rest.’
Having risen before dawn to prepare for a visit to the Grand Cathedral, she felt sleep threatening to overtake her.
She had deliberately chosen a time when few would be around, yet contrary to her expectations, many had come to the temple for morning mass.
A belated regret washed over her—she should have simply slept in and visited in the late afternoon instead.
Judging by the distance, it would take roughly two more hours to reach the manor, so Viare quickened her pace.
Having left the chapel, she walked down the long corridor endlessly, until she reached a deserted junction.
“Why is the Princess here?”
A deep, low voice echoed through the corridor, and Viare lifted her head to look toward its source.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have stepped outside the manor today at all.
Frustrated by this string of unfortunate coincidences, Viare clicked her tongue briefly and bowed politely to the man standing before her.
“Glory to the holy Empire of Marta.”
The man with pale blond hair and crimson eyes lifted the corner of his lips as if he had just discovered an amusing toy.
“Formalities between us? Really?”
Yet his gaze, roaming over her as though inspecting her from every angle, made Viare feel as though cold water had been poured over her.
‘Ivan Leo Cartos.’
He was the sole Crown Prince of the Marta Empire—the designated heir to the throne, whom no one dared oppose.
When Viare was ten, she had once accompanied her father to the imperial palace on a whim, and met Ivan for the first time then.
Though only two years her senior, Ivan already appeared remarkably mature—far beyond what one would expect of a boy his age.
He understood the ways of the world and responded swiftly to any situation, which was precisely why Viare disliked him.
Partly because he always seemed eager to tease her whenever they met, but more so because the arrogant boy was adept at manipulating people—cruelly and discreetly, behind adults’ backs.
For these reasons, Viare could never bring herself to like him.
When marriage talks between them had once been broached, she had thrown the entire manor into chaos with tears and a hunger strike.
Seeing their young daughter refuse even meals, her parents took the matter seriously and quickly withdrew from the proposal.
Ever since, Viare avoided any event where Ivan’s attendance was confirmed—and by fortune, he had been deployed to the southern front on the day of her debutante ball.
Returning victorious and backed wholeheartedly by his power base, he had become Crown Prince without the slightest political misstep.
He earned the people’s hearts through his charitable efforts, drawing praise as the perfect future emperor.
Viare knew quite well that many noble ladies admired him—he combined supreme power with striking looks and an imposing stature.
‘If only I’d stopped looking right there.’
His reputation with women was so notorious that it wasn’t an exaggeration to say a different woman emerged from his chambers every morning.
He never even bothered to deny it, and his crude behavior extended even to broad daylight.
It was nothing short of miraculous that he had no illegitimate children yet—but the Crown Prince would never allow any situation that could harm him.
If a woman were to appear right now claiming to carry his child, he would kill her on the spot without hesitation.
Indeed, before Viare’s regression, the empire had once been thrown into turmoil when a noble lady appeared with his alleged bastard—but he silenced them both, swiftly and without a trace.
To avoid any encounter with him, Viare had entirely avoided the imperial palace since, making this the first time she’d seen Ivan again.
Pushing aside her fleeting thoughts, she lowered her head slightly and answered politely.
“I was just delivering a donation before leaving.”
“Ah—so that’s why I couldn’t find the Duke.”
Realizing he had been looking for her father, Viare raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at him.
No matter how loyal Duke Ruschef was to the Emperor, he hadn’t yet sworn direct allegiance to the Crown Prince.
Surprised by this unexpected meeting between them, Viare frowned slightly—and he, not missing a thing, fixed his piercing gaze on her once more.
“Do you really need to look so shocked? You already know, don’t you?”
“I… don’t understand what you mean, Your Highness.”
“Hmm, I suppose the Duke hasn’t told you yet.”
“…”
Finding her displeasure amusing, Ivan let out a soft chuckle before speaking again.
“You’ll come of age next year, won’t you, Princess?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Then we’ll settle it then.”
Sighing inwardly at the absurdity of having to argue with such an unreasonable man, Viare tried to discern his true intent—yet wondered if even attempting to understand his manner of speech was a futile endeavor.
As if finding the situation entertaining, he gave a deep smile and slowly stepped toward her.
Startled by his unexpected move, Viare instinctively stepped back two or three paces.
Glancing around as if to ensure no one was watching, he leaned close and whispered so only she could hear.
“Why, our engagement ceremony, of course.”
She certainly hadn’t lingered here to listen to such nonsense.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Viare turned a suddenly icy glare toward Ivan—her expression utterly indifferent.
“You’d best stop with these senseless jokes.”
“Why? Planning another hunger strike like last time?”
Though her childish protest had been concealed within the duke’s household, news of it had inevitably reached the imperial court.
There was no resentment or anger in his red eyes—but if her actions had wounded his pride, Viare was willing to apologize as many times as needed.
“I sincerely apologize for that, even if belatedly.”
“You don’t seriously think I’ve been holding a grudge all this time just to make things difficult for you, do you?”
Meeting his gaze with cold indifference, Viare remained silent—and a low chuckle escaped his lips.
“Hah—just how much of a scoundrel do you think I am, Princess?”
“…”
In her mind, he already was a scoundrel—but she had no intention of saying it aloud.
Seeing her stare wordlessly into the distance, he awkwardly added,
“After all, I can’t very well marry a boy.”
Among the four Great Duke houses of the Marta Empire, the Ruschef family was the only one with an unwed daughter.
Having already secured his political foundation, he clearly intended to further strengthen his position by allying with his father-in-law’s house.
As if recalling something, Ivan narrowed one eye and added,
“I absolutely detest bastards—and I have no interest in adopted daughters either.”
It was almost laughable—how readily he bedded other women despite saying such things.
“Have you… already finished speaking with my father?”
“Who do you think was most pleased when this topic came up?”
His smug demeanor suggested all discussions with the Duke were concluded.
The Duke’s willingness to place her beside the Crown Prince felt like a profound betrayal.
Everyone knew what kind of man the Crown Prince was—yet Viare had always pitied the nobles who greedily pushed their daughters toward him.
Watching Ivan’s arrogant expression, Viare felt fury rising within her, though she wasn’t even sure why.
“My opinion wasn’t even considered, was it?”
His relaxed smile toward her made it clear he didn’t care a whit about her wishes.
“Oh dear, you’re still too young to understand anything.”
“Yes—and therefore, I lack the talent to entertain Your Highness day and night.”
“…”
“Frankly, I doubt I ever will.”
A bitter smile lingered at the corner of her lips as she answered, her eyes fixed on Ivan.
There was no way the illustrious Crown Prince could have missed her meaning.
His smile slowly faded, replaced by a serious expression—and unexpectedly, he grabbed her waist, pulling her tightly against him.
“You’d best stop resisting, Princess.”
Viare struggled to free herself from his embrace, but the more she pulled away, the tighter his arm clamped around her waist.
The usual playfulness in Ivan’s demeanor had long vanished; only his crimson eyes remained, locking onto her teal ones with unmistakable menace.
“You should let me go now.”
Glaring at him fiercely, her eyes reddening with effort, she finally made him release her with an exasperated chuckle.
“You should seize opportunities when they come.”
Then, whistling a tune, he strolled past her as if nothing had happened, heading toward his original destination.
For a moment, Viare stood frozen, unable to process what had just occurred, her eyes following his retreating figure.
Once Ivan disappeared from sight, the tension drained from her body, and she sank onto the floor, trembling.
Realizing how easily she had crumbled before him, powerless to stand her ground, filled her with anger at her own weakness.
“Damn it… how utterly pathetic.”
Replaying the humiliation she’d just endured, Viare vowed fiercely that she would never again let things unfold as he wished.
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!”
——
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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