You And I Live In Different Worlds (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
There had been no word from Sir Blair for five days.
‘What’s gotten into him? He was always so insistent on speed.’
Melie was puzzled, but she thought perhaps it was because he felt it improper to rush into an engagement with someone so young.
She learned otherwise two days later—that is, precisely a week after his proposal, around sunset.
“Hey, Melie.”
Eda Felton, returning from an outing, paid Melie a cautious visit.
Normally, she would summon Melie to her quarters, so the fact that she came in person suggested this was no trifling matter.
“What’s the matter?”
“Well, you see…”
The lady sipped her tea, then sipped again, clearly trying to stall for time—but there was only so long she could delay. Eventually, she confessed the truth.
“I’ve been thinking… maybe we should look for someone else besides Mr. Blair. Upon reflection, this just doesn’t seem right.”
“…”
“No matter how wealthy he is, he’s still of the merchant class, and you’re a noblewoman… It’d be better to look among your own rank.”
That stance completely contradicted everything she’d previously argued in favor of their marriage, but Melie had her suspicions.
“Lady Felton, it’s all right—I’d appreciate it if you’d just tell me the truth.”
“…”
The lady gave her a troubled look. At that expression, Melie knew for certain she’d been right.
Sir Blair had clearly called off the engagement.
“That scoundrel.”
The lady let slip a rough remark she would never normally utter, revealing the reason.
“Blair has gone and gotten himself engaged to another woman—specifically, the daughter of the Herington earldom.”
“…”
“And on top of that, he’s reneging on the floriculture business deal he promised our house, claiming they offered better terms. I’ve heard for years that you can’t trust merchants—but I never dreamed he’d betray us like this.”
Lady Felton’s face flushed red with fury.
But Melie wasn’t as angry as the lady. In fact, her mind felt unusually calm and rational.
‘When did these talks begin?’
Melie searched her memory.
At the very moment he proposed, he’d been genuine—she had no doubt about that.
But something had started to shift ever since he abruptly left and then returned.
That was when she first sensed a tiny crack in what had seemed an unshakable resolve, firm enough to withstand a direct chariot charge.
‘Given that the young lady is still so young, it wouldn’t be proper to press for an immediate answer.’
In that brief moment, some business negotiation must have taken place—and clearly, that’s why he stopped her from accepting.
His failure to send a carriage wasn’t out of consideration for her, but because he needed time to think—and today, he’d undoubtedly reached his final decision.
As each piece fell into place chronologically, Melie felt less anger and more profound disappointment.
“I’m truly sorry, Melie.”
Eda apologized repeatedly, clearly at a loss.
“There are plenty of better men out there, so please don’t take it too hard, all right?”
“I’m fine. Really, it doesn’t bother me at all.”
Melie offered a smile and continued.
“Between me and the Herington earl’s daughter, even I would’ve chosen her if I were in his position.”
She recalled the elegant woman with auburn hair and sky-blue eyes, whose sensual figure she’d occasionally glimpsed at the rare balls she attended.
In both appearance and lineage, the woman was far superior to her in every way.
There was no regret over such an obvious choice—only a vague wish that he’d told her sooner.
He must have planned to inform her only after finalizing the other engagement, to avoid the risk of losing both prospects.
His petty, risk-averse calculation deeply unsettled Melie—but she didn’t want to appear clingy by showing her irritation, so she decided to brush it off with grace.
“Don’t worry about me. In fact, I’m glad I learned his true colors before marriage, Lady.”
“Then that’s a relief.”
Eda smiled, looking reassured.
But inwardly, she wasn’t relieved at all.
‘What am I to do with this child?’
Suddenly, she recalled her husband’s warning when she’d first taken in Melie and her mother:
‘Your kindness may come back to haunt you later.’
And indeed, his words proved true. How utterly troublesome this had become.
A slight twitch tugged at the corner of Eda Felton’s usually gentle smile.
[This is the timeline separator]Though she’d acted composed in front of Eda, bitterness was unavoidable.
How could he do this?
If a woman he’d seriously considered marrying didn’t meet his calculations, he’d discard her without a second thought.
His ruthlessly materialistic attitude sent chills down her spine. No—wait. That wasn’t the real issue.
He simply hadn’t cared for her enough to reject a better prospect.
At best, his feelings had been shallow—just “She’ll do well enough as a wife”—so when a truly captivating woman appeared, he left without hesitation.
‘You don’t understand men.’
Edric’s words suddenly echoed in her mind.
‘Attraction or love is merely a prompt that makes you weigh the other person on your internal scales.’
He’d been right.
Melie had been placed on Blair’s scales—but her worth had been woefully insufficient to outweigh the Herington heiress.
An orphan, a nominal lowest-tier noblewoman, plain-faced, thin, and socially awkward.
But was it only Blair’s scales?
Would she ever tip the balance in her favor on anyone’s scales?
Did any man in this world truly exist who’d reject a better match for her sake?
Huh…
Just pondering the question drew a sigh from her.
Her chest felt tight, her head dizzy. She couldn’t afford to sink deeper into self-loathing.
Deciding to clear her mind with a brief stroll before dinner, Melie stepped out.
On her way to the entrance, she stopped by the dining room to ask Oz for understanding.
“Sorry, Oz, but could you let me help with the cleanup instead of preparing dinner today? I’d like to take a walk.”
“I’ll handle both the cooking and the cleanup, so don’t worry about it.”
Oz’s kind words lightened Melie’s heart, and she left the house feeling somewhat relieved.
The cool evening breeze, drifting over the ridge, soothed her mood.
Melie headed toward the garden, fragrant with lush greenery, but changed her mind upon spotting a group of servants.
They already knew her engagement to Sir Blair had fallen through.
And they likely assumed she’d been rejected by him.
It was understandable—they’d even believed the engagement finalized after her visit to Blair’s house, as the late duchess had spread the news far and wide, and Melie herself had conducted herself accordingly.
Most of the servants had known Melie since childhood and cared for her deeply—they’d undoubtedly react with fiercer outrage than even the late duchess and offer heartfelt, earnest comfort.
But right now, Melie didn’t want comfort—she wanted solitude. Their sympathy would only unsettle her further.
She turned and headed toward the back garden.
Unlike the expansive, ornate main garden, the back garden was modestly adorned with small ornamental foliage and simple landscaping, leaving a gentle, unpretentious impression.
Melie paused midway down the pebbled path, flanked by azure lobelias sprouting like soft fluff, and took in the quiet charm of the space.
Suddenly, she thought she heard her mother’s voice.
‘Remember, Melie—we’re Enwoods, not Feltons.’
Following those words, the young Melie had played only in the back garden.
The grand, antique main garden belonged to the Feltons; she and her mother were outsiders, grateful even for this modest corner.
Melie resumed walking until she reached the far end of the back garden. There were no servants—perfect for clearing her mind alone.
The savory scent of cooking drifted on the breeze. Dinner must be nearly ready, and as a guest, she couldn’t afford to be late.
Just as she turned to head back, a familiar voice called out simultaneously with the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Melie?”
That low, familiar tone cut cleanly through the summer evening’s cacophony of chirping insects and pierced clearly into Melie’s ears.
She froze instantly, then slowly turned around.
Edric was walking toward her from the direction of the riding grounds.
Dressed in a white shirt and brown riding breeches, his shoulders seemed broader than usual today, and his toned legs looked long and sleek.
“Out for a walk?”
He approached with a smile. His fine blond hair fluttered in the evening breeze, and the fading sunlight sharpened the elegance of his features.
“Yeah. Just a short walk before dinner.”
Melie thought she’d answered brightly enough, but her troubled emotions must have shown—Edric asked with concern.
“Something happen?”
“No, nothing.”
“Don’t lie.”
He stepped decisively in front of her.
“What’s wrong? Tell me.”
Melie hesitated briefly.
She’d been too ashamed to admit she’d ignored his warning about Blair, but realizing he’d find out anyway, she decided to just say it.
“Actually…”
She recounted everything Lady Felton had told her just hours earlier—
carefully omitting her own feelings.
She wondered how Edric would react—but he just stared at her intently, saying nothing for a long while.
‘See? Didn’t I tell you so?’
…Then why wasn’t he saying it?
Just as Melie began to wonder at the prolonged silence—
“My poor friend.”
Edric suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
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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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Seeing tears from someone who rarely cried pierced Edric’s heart.
Millie is really miserable for falling in love with this man.Sadly, Millie has nowhere to return to, no family and no friends.
Seeing tears from someone who rarely cried pierced Edric’s heart.
Yup, he’s tormenting her. Saying that to make her feel miserable.
‘It’s because the tea at your house tastes awful.’
Haha! I liked Edric’s thinking. If only he had said it right to her face. But he is noble and does not speak badly in front of a person.
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I feel sorry for Millie; living in an environment that doesn’t suit you is incredibly harsh.
His mother is going to explode 😂😂😂 Please don’t mess this up 🙏🏼
I just can’t wait when the regret arc starts