Olivia was always fragile. When she had seizures and was sedated, that was Anne’s only free time.
Then, Anne silently cleaned up Olivia’s messes alone. The staff of the Duke’s house were always cold to Olivia.
Now, Anne brushed Olivia’s lush hair, her brush sliding smoothly over it.
Olivia sat quietly, lost in thought.
It didn’t matter anymore that she had awoken in a novel’s world. How she lived was what mattered.
She didn’t want to spend her life as Olivia Blanchett, especially not as a woman framed for murder and sentenced to death due to jealousy.
So, she divorced recklessly. She didn’t want anything to do with Johan.
She crossed the ocean to a place untouched by Johan Leopold, where nobody knew Olivia Blanchett.
But one of her plans had already gone awry.
What should she do?
Confront, flee, or ignore?
Her fingertips trembled slightly. No clear conclusion came to her.
She just wanted a quiet, peaceful life.
“All done, Miss.”
Anne’s voice broke Olivia’s train of thought, and she rose from the bed with a bright smile.
“Thank you, Anne.”
As Olivia headed towards the bed, a knock sounded. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, it was nine in the evening, the time for evening tea provided by the hotel.
Anne opened the door and received a tray from the room attendant. On the silver tray lay a tea set and an elegant envelope tied with a golden ribbon. The attendant politely explained it was an invitation to a ball and left after a courteous greeting.
“Shall we open it?”
At Anne’s question, Olivia, seated at the table, nodded slightly. She untied the golden ribbon, a symbol of the Lancelot Hotel, and broke the red sealing wax to reveal an invitation with gold-trimmed edges.
The Rose Ball. An annual event held in the rose garden of the Lancelot Hotel every May, the invitation graciously extended an invitation to the esteemed guest.
“It’s this Saturday.”
Olivia silently read the invitation, noting the time, place, and dress code.
“Attend as a rose?”
The idea of attending a space filled with roses dressed as a rose seemed overly extravagant, prompting a slight chuckle from Olivia. She wondered who would be the person and who the flower.
“Will you attend?”
Anne asked cautiously, recalling the incident in the cafeteria.
“No.”
Olivia’s response was short and cheerful. With a smile that lifted the spirits of anyone watching, she picked up her teacup.
She understood the invitation was a base prank.
A reminder to a woman who once occupied a noble position, now reduced to her current status. And perhaps, to provide some amusement at the ball.
Olivia had no desire to walk into the lion’s den and become the sacrificial lamb.
Whether it was the women eager to humiliate her or the men exchanging vulgar jokes about her, avoiding the breeding ground of ugly rumors was the best course of action.
Johan Leopold went to the riding club for the first time in a while.
He had intended to avoid public appearances until the aftermath of his divorce settled down, but as always, life doesn’t go as planned.
Their divorce was as hot a topic as their marriage had been.
Three weeks later, sensational, unverified articles still plastered the front pages of newspapers, especially rehashed stories about Olivia Blanchett’s affairs.
“Olivia Blanchett spotted with second lover in Agent Kingdom.”
“Ex-Duchess Leopold, love escape with artist lover.”
The idle nobility, gathered in small groups, pretended to greet Johan while scrutinizing his expression.
Pathetic fools.
Johan strode through the lounge and leapt lightly onto the saddle.
Unlike Johan, the horse, excited after a long time without running, snorted energetically and started to gallop. Riding the spirited horse, Johan squinted against the glaring sun hanging low in the sky.
‘Please, divorce me.’
His wife’s tranquil voice echoed in his head.
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…
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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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