When I Let Go of Obsession, I Got Obsessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
“……Disgusting?”
That’s a new one. Calling Lilia—sweet, pure, the quintessential romance novel heroine—disgusting?
“There are people like that, you know. They smile to your face but badmouth you behind your back. Miss Lilia seems exactly like that type to me.”
“Mirabel, do you happen to suffer from delusions of grandeur?”
At Liz’s words, Mirabel replied firmly.
“No. But people have instincts, don’t they? And mine are surprisingly accurate, even if I do say so myself.”
Hearing that, Liz thought to herself.
‘Hmm. I can’t really trust that claim. After all, she’s the one who looked after me—a certified villainess—so devotedly until the very end of the original story.’
“In any case, don’t keep Miss Lilia close to you.”
Mirabel insisted.
“I have no intention of doing so.”
“But didn’t you just apologize to her a moment ago?”
“That was….”
‘So I wouldn’t get on the male lead’s bad side.’
Liz recalled Cain, who had been watching her and Lilia’s encounter from the entrance of the corridor just moments earlier.
‘Surely he’s understood by now—that I won’t harm Lilia anymore.’
But her words hadn’t been spoken solely for his sake.
Liz wanted to cleanly bid farewell to her former self and start living a new life.
Preferably one with as little entanglement as possible with the two main characters.
Still, for something that came from her own thick-headed brain, it was surprisingly clever.
She hadn’t realized she had such a cunning side.
Amused by her own unexpected cleverness, Liz let out a soft chuckle and said,
“In any case, it wasn’t because I wanted to get close to her.”
“Then I’m relieved. But still, Madam is really too much. An adult ceremony? And insisting on having your dresses made at the same place as Miss Lilia’s?”
“So what? If we’re getting them made anyway, it’s more convenient and nicer to do it at the same place.”
“But that’s just not right. What will other people say?”
“They’ll say, ‘What a generous Marchioness Berium, treating her legitimate and illegitimate daughters without a shred of discrimination.’”
And that was precisely the praise her mother longed to hear—the ultimate reason behind arranging Lilia’s belated coming-of-age ceremony.
Mirabel deeply agreed with Liz’s words.
“Anyway, you heard what Mother said, right? Contact the dressmaker. I’m not sure exactly when we’ll be able to visit.”
“In three days.”
Mirabel answered without hesitation, startling Liz.
“What? That soon?”
“Yes. A cancellation opened up, and luckily we got that slot. A friend from my hometown works as an assistant under that dressmaker, so everything worked out smoothly.”
Wow… Mirabel. You’ve got great connections.
“That’s great. We can move quickly then. I want to get the ceremony over with as fast as possible.”
It would all fall to Mirabel anyway, and since Mirabel was clearly doing it reluctantly, Liz wanted to lighten her burden even a little.
“By the way, have you decided on a partner yet?”
Ah… Come to think of it, there was the issue of a partner.
She’d only just remembered.
‘Who should I choose as my partner?’
“How is it? Do you like it?”
After rearranging a few pieces of furniture in Lilia’s room, Cain asked.
Lilia had requested the change, claiming the layout wasn’t efficient for movement—but only she knew it was merely an excuse.
“Yes. I like it.”
Lilia gave a pretty smile and offered a simple affirmation, then prepared to state her real purpose. But before she could, Cain spoke first.
“Anything else you’d like me to do?”
“……”
Those words always seemed to cling to Cain’s lips.
But Lilia rarely asked him for anything. She knew Liz had made many unreasonable demands of him, and she also knew how much it had worn him down.
She didn’t want to treat Cain the way her sister did. So she handled trivial matters herself and only carefully asked for help with tasks requiring physical strength.
‘Just how badly must he have been treated that he instinctively ran to her like a dog the moment he saw her through the window that day?’
Thinking of how Cain had rushed off to her sister without even hearing her proposal made her feel oddly at ease.
“I don’t need you to do anything….”
“……?”
Lilia struggled to speak, finally ready to reveal the true reason she’d called him into the room.
“Cain… for my coming-of-age ceremony… would you be my dance partner?”
Her mother had told her to secure a dance partner in advance.
She’d even been given a list of several young noblemen, but since she didn’t know who any of them were, that first dance felt strangely like a first experience. She didn’t want to choose someone based solely on reputation.
She wanted to share her first dance with the person she truly wished to dance with—and that person was Cain.
“I’m sorry, but that’s out of the question.”
“……?”
“My lady dancing with a servant? At your debut ball, no less? Everyone would laugh.”
She didn’t care what others thought.
But Lilia hesitated to say it outright, afraid it might sound like a confession.
Having watched her sister and Cain together, the quick-witted Lilia understood that his words were just a polite way of refusing.
Only her sister would push forward without any pride.
“I understand. If that’s your wish….”
She’d approach him slowly. Not recklessly like her sister.
“My lady is beautiful enough—fine young lords will soon line up for you.”
“……”
Having said his piece, Cain bowed deeply and turned to leave. At that moment, Lilia blurted out without thinking,
“But you’ll still prefer her over me…? Everyone’s gaze will surely fall more on her than on me. Of course—they would. Even another woman can see how beautiful she is.”
“My lady is beautiful as well.”
“……”
Cain bowed once more and left the room.
Beautiful….
A twisted smile briefly flickered across Lilia’s face as she repeated those words to herself. She murmured softly,
“‘My lady is beautiful as well.’ That’s not what I wanted to hear at all.”
What she’d truly wanted to hear was, “My lady is far more beautiful.”
Sir Willen, in charge of her rehabilitation, came to see Liz again today as usual.
“You’re much better now.”
After having her walk a few laps, he remarked.
“I think so too.”
Lately, Liz had indeed felt her body growing lighter, so she agreed.
Then her mother, who had been watching nearby, spoke up.
“That’s good. In a few days, it’ll be your sister’s debutante ball. So dancing shouldn’t be a problem, then.”
“Ah… I’m sorry, but that might still be difficult.”
Sir Willen explained that although she’d improved significantly, her muscles were still too weak for dancing.
Privately, Liz was relieved. After all, there was no one she particularly wanted to dance with anyway.
“What do you mean? How can the elder sister not dance at her younger sister’s debutante ball?”
Her mother suddenly flared up.
“Do whatever it takes to build up her strength by then.”
Seriously… Did she think muscle strength was something you could just will into existence? Poor Sir Willen, the rehabilitation therapist, was getting blamed for nothing.
‘She’s got such strange stubbornness. Honestly, she cares way too much about appearances.’
“There is one possible method, though….”
At Sir Willen’s words, her mother’s ears perked up.
“What is it?”
“Training in water.”
“In water?”
He explained that moving underwater required overcoming resistance, making it several times more strenuous than on land. With aquatic training, they might just meet the timeline.
Her mother didn’t hesitate for a second.
“Then start immediately.”
Because her mother loved bathing, the Berium manor had a bathtub as large as a swimming pool from Liz’s past life.
An entire room had been converted into this bath, and her mother would often spend whole days there. It was quite deep too—reaching up to Liz’s chest.
“Well….”
But Sir Willen hesitated slightly.
“What are you hesitating about? I said start right away.”
Pressed by her mother, Sir Willen explained,
“For underwater training, wearing clothes like this won’t work.”
“Then what should she wear?”
“She’d need to wear something as thin and light as possible—covering only the bare minimum of her body.”
“……”
An awkward silence fell over the room.
Sir Willen scratched the back of his head, embarrassed by his own words. Her mother cleared her throat twice with a “Hm-hm,” and the maids held their breath.
Only Liz remained unfazed.
She recalled her past-life memories. The “bare-minimum coverage” clothing Sir Willen described was probably a swimsuit.
But in this world, the concept of swimwear didn’t exist, nor had fabrics suitable for it been invented—meaning she’d essentially have to train in something resembling undergarments….
“Wouldn’t it be better to just skip it? However you look at it, that’s a bit…”
But her mother thought differently.
“If it’s necessary, then it must be done.”
“……?”
Oh, Mother. Do you really want to strip your daughter completely bare just to force her through training? Are you that desperate to save face?
“Mirabel.”
“…Yes.”
Mirabel’s voice sank in despair.
“Find some suitable clothes for her training outfit.”
“But we don’t have anything like that.”
“Then she’ll have to do it naked.”
Faced with her mother’s firmness, Mirabel surrendered.
“I-I’ll look for something.”
Sir Willen sighed. Even though he treated Liz strictly as a patient, the thought of seeing a noble young lady nearly bare was still deeply uncomfortable for him.
Anyway, Mirabel hurried off to search for clothes…
Just as she rounded a corner, she nearly stumbled backward after colliding with a pillar. Fortunately, the pillar caught her.
“Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?”
The pillar asked.
“Oh—Cain… it’s just that…”
Mirabel steadied her racing heart and spoke.
“Honestly, what I just overheard… I’m so shocked I can’t even speak.”
“What did you hear?”
Cain asked again.
“Madam apparently wants to strip Miss Liz completely naked and throw her into the water with Sir Willen for training!”
“……”
“And she says she’ll go that far just to present Miss Lilia properly at her debutante ball. It’s obvious, isn’t it? She wants to stand there flanked by both daughters and show off how ‘I love both my girls equally without discrimination.’ But even so—having a young lady who’s barely twenty alone with a strange man like that….”
Mirabel couldn’t finish her sentence.
Cain’s eyes had grown colder than she’d ever seen them before.
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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Gosh, I hate this mother of female lead. What the heck she think she is. How artificial. I wish to see her fall badly.