When I Let Go of Obsession, I Got Obsessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
Dinnertime.
Just as the crisp, perfectly cooked beef cutlet revealed its tender interior beneath Madame Berium’s knife, releasing a wisp of steam—
“I won’t go to that matchmaking meeting.”
Liz’s sudden declaration caused her mother’s knife to freeze mid-cut.
“You won’t attend the meeting? Does that mean you don’t intend to marry at all?”
Her mother asked, eyes wide with surprise. Liz shook her head in response.
“It’s not that I won’t marry—it’s just that I don’t want to go to any matchmaking meetings. Not for now.”
“Why not? The truly promising ones are all that’s left.”
Her mother spoke with evident disappointment. Mirabel, standing quietly in the corner, felt even more disappointed.
Yet Liz remained firm in her decision.
“I’ll take a break before meeting anyone. Right now, I don’t feel like seeing anyone.”
‘And I probably won’t be able to meet anyone anyway.’
Liz rubbed her throbbing temples, thinking to herself.
“How strange.”
Her mother tilted her head, puzzled.
“Why did both meetings fall through one after another like that? It’s almost as if someone had planned it.”
At that, Liz let out a dry chuckle and replied,
“Who would go to such trouble? It’s not as if this were the selection for Crown Princess—just the marriage arrangement of an ordinary noble lady. Anyone doing that must truly have nothing better to do.”
*Clang!*
A sudden, loud metallic crash made them turn. Cain had just dropped a silver tray onto the floor.
‘Why is he making careless mistakes he never used to make…?’
She shot him a look that said, ‘Be more careful,’ then turned her gaze back to her mother.
Her mother resumed the interrupted conversation.
“Selection for Crown Princess? There isn’t even a Crown Prince. Though perhaps a selection for Grand Duchess might be another matter.”
“Grand Duchess? Oh….”
She realized it the moment she asked.
The Grand Duke Montaner—the late Emperor’s younger half-brother, who had taken over as regent after the Emperor’s death and the Crown Prince’s disappearance. Come to think of it, he was still unmarried.
“Why hasn’t he married even at his age?”
“His age? He’s only forty.”
“Isn’t forty old enough to have married twice already?”
At least in this world.
“Well, I suppose no woman caught his fancy. That man always had high standards. He was quite popular in society—everyone was desperate to dance with him…”
“Even you, Mother?”
It was just a casual remark, but her mother gave no reply.
Judging by that silence, it must have been true.
Anyway, forty… She knew the current Crown Prince was born when the late Emperor was already past fifty, having never had children before. If the Emperor were still alive, he’d be nearly seventy—yet his younger brother was only forty. He certainly was young.
“Still, for someone born a bastard, that man was remarkably well-loved. His late Majesty the Emperor favored him immensely—treated him like his own right hand. Unlike certain others.”
“There’s a barb in your words, isn’t there?”
Liz narrowed her eyes as she retorted. Her mother, showing no intention of hiding anything, admitted it outright.
“From now on, be a bit kinder to your sister. She’s your only blood relative—don’t treat her so coldly.”
“I was already planning to…”
She’d been about to say just that when the person in question appeared.
“Sister has always been kind to me. Please don’t worry, Mother.”
Lilia entered with a gentle smile.
Merely from her presence, Liz felt the atmosphere brighten and grow warmer.
Was it because she was the heroine?
Or because she herself possessed so much?
Her tall, slender figure; her light, dance-like steps; her long, delicate arms swaying gracefully—and above all else—
Her smile, which lifted the spirits of anyone who saw it.
‘There’s no winning against that.’
Liz swallowed a bitter smile.
But this time, no fierce jealousy stirred within her.
Perhaps it was because, having accepted the undeniable gap between them, she finally felt at peace?
Maybe now she could even come to like her…
“Oh!”
“…?”
“I’m sorry, Sister. I shouldn’t sit across from you—if I do, you’ll dislike me…”
“…”
Maybe it really was too soon?
Seeing her flustered, awkward demeanor—somehow it felt oddly artificial.
“Nonsense. Just sit down.”
Her mother gave Lilia a warm smile, then turned to Liz with a scolding tone.
“From now on, Lilia will join us for meals. It’s nearly been a year since she became part of this household, yet she’s still eating alone? That’s too cruel. You agree, don’t you?”
“I do.”
Liz replied shortly and simply.
“Thank you… Sister.”
Lilia sat down carefully, her voice trembling faintly as she spoke to Liz.
“Aren’t you eighteen this year?”
Her mother asked while slicing the beef cutlet into small pieces.
“I’m nineteen, Mother.”
“Oh, that’s right. You’re only a year younger than Liz. Forgive me—I’m your mother, yet I didn’t even know your age.”
“It’s alright. It’s already a miracle you got it close at all.”
Lilia’s affectionate words visibly pleased her mother. Watching her mother’s face blossom into a smile she’d never once shown her, Liz wondered: I’m the real daughter, so why do those two look more like mother and child?
Perhaps the Liz in the novel had treated the heroine so harshly precisely because of moments like this.
“You couldn’t even hold a proper coming-of-age ceremony, could you? You were in mourning for Flora… no, for your mother.”
Since her husband hadn’t been particularly dear to her, the mother had been lenient about his infidelities. In fact, she was rather grateful he’d only fathered one hidden child—Lilia. She’d thought him more principled than expected.
Though whether that was truly something to be grateful for was debatable.
“It’s fine. What does it matter if I didn’t have a coming-of-age ceremony?”
“No, that won’t do. In our family, young ladies have always held splendid coming-of-age ceremonies. Just like Liz did.”
Mother hadn’t even cared about it herself—Mirabel had handled almost everything.
Yet she acted as if she’d personally arranged it all.
“Your birthday has already passed, so it won’t be grand, but I’ll at least make sure it’s properly done.”
“You really don’t have to…”
“But it’s only right.”
Touched by her mother’s consideration, Lilia smiled shyly, her cheeks flushing.
Liz had heard that due to her birth mother’s frail health, Lilia had never received proper care growing up—some even said she’d been nearly neglected. Perhaps that was why she looked genuinely moved by her mother’s kindness.
Now that the fog of jealousy had lifted from her eyes, Liz saw Lilia’s sincere gratitude as truly beautiful and endearing. Was that why Cain had fallen for her?
Liz glanced subtly toward Cain, curious about how he was looking at Lilia. But…
Oops!
Their eyes met.
Why are you looking at me?
Has your heart already turned toward Lilia? Are you watching me to see how I’ll treat her?
“I’ll send out invitations soon, so keep that in mind.”
“Yes, Mother. Thank you.”
“I should contact the dressmaker too. Mirabel!”
At her mother’s call, Mirabel approached. Her face clearly showed her displeasure—but her mother, oblivious to it, gave her an order.
“Remember the dressmaker we commissioned for Liz’s matchmaking dress? Commission one for Lilia as well.”
“…”
Mirabel hesitated, glancing at Liz. Liz gave a slow, deliberate blink.
‘Do as you’re told.’
With a barely perceptible sigh, Mirabel replied,
“Understood.”
After dinner, Liz began heading upstairs with Mirabel’s support. Just as they reached the foot of the stairs leading from this floor to the third—
“Sister.”
Liz turned at the sound of her name, looking at Lilia with an expression that asked, ‘What do you want?’
“Um…”
Lilia spoke with hunched shoulders and a faintly trembling voice.
“You’re not… upset, are you? That someone like me would dare use the same dressmaker as you…”
“No.”
Lilia looked at Liz in clear surprise at the immediate reply.
After all, in such moments, Liz would usually lash out with sharp words—or at the very least, glare fiercely. So Lilia’s astonishment was understandable.
Liz decided this was the perfect chance to set things straight.
Otherwise, Lilia would keep acting this way.
“You don’t need to think like that anymore.”
“…Huh?”
Lilia stared at Liz with wide eyes.
“And I’m sorry for everything that happened before. I’m truly sorry.”
This time, Lilia’s eyes nearly popped out—not just from the apology, but because Liz had actually smiled warmly at her for the first time.
“I apologize for all the times I treated you poorly. I don’t know if words can make up for it, but I was wrong. Let’s get along from now on.”
Though the real torment hadn’t even begun yet, the vivid descriptions of the original story’s cruelty weighed so heavily on her conscience that she almost felt she should kneel and beg forgiveness.
But if she did, this frail girl might faint from shock.
Already, Lilia’s face had gone deathly pale from just this slight shift in attitude—as if she were witnessing some new form of torture.
“Miss, it’s time to go upstairs now.”
Mirabel urged gently.
“Alright. I know.”
Leaning on Mirabel’s arm as support, Liz slowly climbed the stairs.
Lilia watched her sister’s retreating back with unreadable emotions.
Normally, after such a dramatic reconciliation, one should feel heartwarming warmth—but Lilia didn’t.
In fact, her mood suddenly soured.
‘Why is Sister suddenly acting so out of character? Why is she being kind all of a sudden? Now she’s stepping on my role. How annoying.’
Annoying?
Lilia was startled nearly senseless by her own fleeting thought.
‘W-what am I thinking? That’s exactly the kind of thought Sister would have! No, I can’t think like this.’
Shaking her head to dispel the wicked notion, Lilia turned to head back to her room.
But the next moment, she froze in place, unable to take a step.
Because of Cain’s indifferent gaze, fixed on her from a dozen paces away.
‘Surely… he couldn’t have seen through my thoughts just now?’
Though warmth quickly returned to his eyes, Lilia still felt an inexplicable pang of guilt.
***
“Mirabel, why did you do that just now?”
“Huh? Do what, Miss?”
“Why did you rush me at the landing?”
“…”
Since Mirabel had never done such a thing before, Liz was puzzled. There had to be a reason.
“Truthfully… I find Miss Lilia unsettling.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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Gosh, I hate this mother of female lead. What the heck she think she is. How artificial. I wish to see her fall badly.