The angry mother vowed to cut off all business dealings with Count Barlois. Mirabel was even more outraged.
“This goodfornothing person…….”
But Liz herself remained calm.
She had faintly expected it from the moment she was pricked with an embroidery needle, or rather, when she learned that Count Rubent had a fiancee.
This wouldn’t happen just once or twice. It might continue to happen.
By this point, she wondered if this was really a coincidence or a necessity disguised as a coincidence.
Could it really be flowing according to a predetermined fate?
A fate to end her life without ever experiencing love?
Thinking this way, a shadow fell across Liz’s face, which had been inflated with anticipation of forging her own destiny just a few days ago.
Her onceblazing spirit seemed to have nothing left but ashes.
Liz’s repeated failures made her lose confidence and slump her shoulders, and Mirabel comforted her.
“Miss, don’t worry. This time, the lady will definitely bring someone good for you.”
Mirabel was really worried that Liz might give up on marriage because of this incident, and she paced around.
In fact, Liz was almost at that point, but she felt that she couldn’t say that, at least for the sake of the fidgety Mirabel.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”
At Liz’s words, Mirabel let out a small sigh of relief.
Then she suddenly looked at the clock and clapped her hands.
“Oh, look at me. It’s tea time, and I didn’t even notice. Miss, you must be hungry. I’ll go get some tea and refreshments right away.”
Mirabel left, and Liz wiped off the forced smile from her face. She thought with a furrowed brow.
Am I asking for too much now?
No, I’m not even asking to become the Crown Princess. I know that Lilia is the Crown Princess.
I just wanted to be a loved wife and mother. Is that such an unattainable thing?
Why is it so hard for me to get married, something that others easily do?
Liz’s chest felt stuffy. She suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe properly. She felt like she had to go outside and take in some fresh air.
She couldn’t wait for Mirabel to return. Liz got up from her wheelchair and slowly took a few steps around the room.
She felt much lighter than before. Today, it seemed like she could make it all the way down the stairs without relying on anyone.
Liz reached the stairs carefully and grabbed the railing tightly, taking a step.
“It’s working!”
She wasn’t wobbling as much as before. At least one step didn’t seem like her limit.
Liz successfully came down one floor. One more floor and it’s the lobby. She was about to take a step down when……
“Miss!”
A voice she didn’t want to hear made Liz’s face and body stiffen.
Damn. She didn’t want to run into them today.
“Going for a walk again?”
Kain approached with a forced laugh. His voice carried a hint of joy.
But Liz was not happy at all.
“……Yeah.”
Liz replied curtly, without even looking at him. Then, quickly added, lest he offer to take her along,
“Recently, I’ve been getting a little stronger. I think I’ll be able to go down more easily than last time.”
But despite this addendum, he said the very words Liz wanted so desperately to avoid.
“Then I’ll take you down.”
“No, I’m fine.”
Liz refused, even waving her hand.
“Go do your work.”
Was that too rude?
The smile on Kain’s face faded a bit. His eyes seemed to flash sharply, and Liz inwardly flinched.
If those destined to die cannot change their fate and are doomed to die somehow, then she wondered if she might not die trying to touch the heroine but be killed by this man.
The one who saved her, who was floundering about not knowing what to do, was a clear and somewhat distant voice that just then reached her ears.
“Kain.”
Liz looked in the direction of the sound.
There stood a blondehaired woman with a noble and pure impression, like a single daffodil, with snowwhite skin and emerald eyes.
It was the heroine of this novel, Lilia.
(This is a time divider.)
Lilia Berium.
A year younger than Liz, she was a halfnoble lady from the Berium Viscount, the daughter of a minor farming lord within the viscount’s territory.
She was only eighteen when she gave birth to her. Liz had seen her once, around the age of five, when she had followed her father to the estate. She had been very curious. Since she wasn’t a stunning beauty who would catch her father’s eye.
It took quite some time to realize.
That beauty was not a decisive attraction for a nobleman to be drawn to a common woman.
Even with somewhat ordinary looks, the gap in fresh ideas stemming from the difference in status and a bit of timing was enough to be completely captivated.
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?
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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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