However, before she could stand up, Giben came out of the shower faster. He approached with only a black thin robe hanging loosely.
Due to not completely drying his hair, the memory of the night they first entered the hotel flashed through her mind.
“Let’s have dinner and leave.”
“…Dinner? Where?”
“Here. I told them to prepare it.”
Normally, Riley would have welcomed this with open arms, but now she felt the need to clear her confused mind a bit. So, Riley stood up.
“I’m a bit tired today… I’ll just go in now.”
Riley turned quickly. Just as she was about to take a step.
“!”
Giben caught Riley’s wrist and pulled her towards him.
Riley couldn’t resist his strength, swaying for a moment, and was laid down on the sofa in an instant. Giben’s large hand was calmly placed next to her face, and she felt the weight of his body pressing down.
“Are you going to run away?”
“…Huh?”
“You’re running away, right now.”
His eyes meeting hers were chilling. When the previous situation overlapped, Riley hesitated and trembled. Then he chuckled.
“Are you scared of me too?”
“…”
“Do you want to leave me?”
“…”
“You dislike me too.”
“…It’s not like that.”
“Then why are you avoiding me?”
Riley couldn’t answer and tightly shut her mouth.
There was no room for words like ‘my feelings for you have become sincere and confusing’ here.
Giben stroked her hair.
“Everyone avoided me, thinking I was crazy, just by looking at me.”
“…?”
“The child born by devouring the vitality of its mother killed people at a young age. They called me a murderer, a lunatic, a monster. People pointed fingers, blamed, fled, and panicked when I was approaching.”
“…”
“Isn’t it more grotesque and terrifying in others’ eyes that a trash like me killed a frail woman and a child only six years old?”
“!”
“Do you think that too? Are you scared of me? Do I seem like a monster?”
“He’s the one who even devoured his own mother. Do you know this?”
“Everyone knows. He’s been a lunatic with a mental disorder since he was born.”
“Many people around him died. The closer they were to him, the more they died.”
The Seventh Prince’s voice echoed in her ears. Only then did Riley look into his eyes directly.
It was still chilling but somewhere looked sorrowful. Lonely, cold, and withering.
“Yeah. In the end, everyone was like that.”
“…”
“They like me, express affection and whisper love, but in the end, they are scared. Unconsciously thinking, ‘What if this lunatic goes crazy again and tries to kill me? What if he does something like that?'”
“…Giben.”
“Do you feel the same way?”
“…”
“Does my sister find me dreadful too? Is that why she avoids me?”
“…”
“Have I become frightening to you?”
Like a fool, Riley blinked her eyes rapidly and quickly raised her head.
“It’s not like that.”
“Then why? Why are you avoiding me? You’re still shaking right now.”
After Giben grabbed Riley’s hand, he interlocked their fingers. Then he kissed her forehead, moved down, kissing her eyes, and eventually delved into Riley’s lips.
The damp sound of kissing and the somewhat rough sound of breathing broke the silence in the quiet room.
While Riley thought the movements of him rummaging inside her were good, and his warm breath was pleasant, she pushed him away with all her strength. Then, Giben smiled weakly.
Riley, bewildered, rolled her eyes and mumbled weakly.
“…It’s not scary, and I don’t find you repulsive or dislike you. But it’s a bit confusing.”
“…”
“It’s not you; it’s me who’s confused. It’s not that you’re scary, but…”
The situation where the physical arousal spread to emotional arousal was frightening. Engaging with him again here might result in pouring out all her inner thoughts. She might end up whispering insults without even realizing. She might confess to loving him.
Riley pressed her lips tightly and pushed him away.
“Sorry.”
Then Giben pulled back from Riley with a smirk.
“Fine, go.”
Although the words spoken were chilling, he looked like a deserted puppy.
Riley felt the impulse to hug him right away but forcibly pulled her hand, reaching towards him, back to her chest.
Then she fled the scene like escaping from a devil.
⭐️⭐️⭐️
At first, he appeared like a savior in hellish circumstances.
While recalling the teacher’s advice, when she heard the proposal to get married, she was a little confused but mostly filled with joy.
She could escape from her uncle, who wanted to sell her off anywhere, and objectively speaking, it seemed unlikely that she would encounter a man of his caliber again in her life.
Of course, there were concerns at that time, but she had vague thoughts.
It would be fine as long as she didn’t deeply fall for him. It was just a sincere act in this play. Even if her feelings for him became sincere, as long as she restrained herself, it would be fine. Suppressing emotions was one of her specialties.
However, she seemed to have underestimated it. Emotions couldn’t be controlled as easily as she thought.
‘How did it end up like this…’
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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