At Klaus’s question, Roselia rolled her eyes in a fluster.
“Uh… well, that is…”
As if to say he would patiently listen, Klaus leaned against the wall, watching her leisurely. Roselia, with a resigned attitude, opened her mouth.
“I, I was moving the vase because I didn’t like where it was!”
“At this hour of the night?”
“Yes…”
Feeling foolish for her own words, Roselia wished she could disappear into a mouse hole.
Meanwhile, Klaus’s icy blue eyes swept over her again, making her feel as if her skin was blushing wherever his gaze landed. Roselia struggled not to shrink away and forced a casual smile.
“Seems you have a hobby of sweating after a shower.”
“But, Your Grace, what brings you to my room at this hour…?”
Her voice trailed off as she noticed the envelope he was holding. It seemed that Klaus himself had brought the 20 berang that Alejandro was supposed to deliver.
“Alejandro had to leave for urgent work this afternoon.”
As he extended the envelope, Roselia, still clutching the large vase, was unable to take it. Klaus’s voice held a tinge of irritation.
“Could you put that down?”
“No! I haven’t decided where to put it yet! Here, please put it here!”
At her request, Klaus looked incredulously between the vase, the flowers, and her.
“Here?”
“Yes!”
“To put it?”
“Yes!”
Resigned to her firm response, Klaus sighed internally, thinking he had brought a peculiar one, and gently placed the envelope amidst the flowers in the vase. Finally, Roselia exhaled in relief.
As Klaus turned to leave, he didn’t forget to drop a final remark.
“I look forward to seeing the fulfillment of your big talk.”
His chilling glance seemed to warn her of the consequences of not keeping her promise. Roselia swallowed dryly and offered an awkward smile.
“Why would there be any doubt?”
Despite her calm smile, Klaus looked at her skeptically before slowly turning away.
But then, her tiny, barely audible voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Could you… close the door on your way out, please…?”
After a brief pause, Klaus quietly obliged, closing the door behind him.
Once the door was shut, Roselia collapsed to the floor, still hugging the vase, feeling as if her heart would burst out of her chest. The thought that she might not survive long in this ducal estate crossed her mind.
Roselia stood mutely behind a group of young ladies chatting around a tea table.
With the urgent need to find artists who could help earn 3,000 berang, she was here trailing behind the young lady of the house, wasting time.
Closet, seated among the young ladies, seemed pleased with the outing, chatting away. Occasionally, one or two of the young ladies glanced at Roselia, blushing.
“Closet, your new ‘il domestico’ is quite…”
“Handsome, isn’t he?”
While Closet responded confidently, the young lady who had spoken blushed even more. Closet, seemingly pleased, turned towards Roselia.
“Antonio.”
At the lady’s call, Roselia internally sighed and approached, bowing slightly.
“Did you call, Miss?”
Her intentionally lowered voice, meant to disguise her femininity, ironically sounded pleasingly melodious. The young ladies giggled and blushed at the sound of her voice.
“Such a fine face. You could pass for a woman.”
“Your eyes are so beautiful, like emeralds…”
“Look at that glossy black hair.”
Roselia internally sweated in embarrassment as the young ladies around her lavished her with enchanted compliments. It was clear that the current trend among society’s ladies was for pretty boys.
“Antonio, being a former noble, has a grace and dignity unlike other servants,” Closet bragged as if showing off her own child, which Roselia found a bit endearing.
“Oh my! No wonder there’s a different air about him!”
“From which family did you belong? But… are you not a noble now?”
“Oh, Medelyn! What does that matter? Nowadays, people even buy and sell noble titles. If a family falls, they just need to earn enough to buy back their title, right?”
Hmm… Roselia thought, that’s good to know. The ability to buy and sell titles with money was a valuable piece of information, especially considering her future plans.
“Oh… but it would be so sad if Antonio quits being an ‘il domestico.'”
“Yes… I’m already getting sad thinking about it.”
As the young ladies continued their conversation, fantasizing about the future, Roselia inwardly rolled her eyes. They seemed totally oblivious to the fact that the person they were blushing over was a woman. This realization brought a twinge of guilt to Roselia.
“Oh, I have something my father brought from the Western Empire recently. Would you like to see it?”
A blonde young lady presented an ornament that looked like flowers made of jewels.
Glancing at the ornament, Roselia recognized it from a brief description in the novel, understanding its identity.
“What is this? It doesn’t look like a necklace… too long for a bracelet…”
“It can’t be earrings… Perhaps an accessory for a dress?”
Despite the ladies’ guesses, none matched the truth.
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]
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
