Kind and fair, beautiful Nelletion. There already was a woman of Nelletion’s age in the current noble family.
Among the three Duke houses, the roselike beautiful Natasha of the Grunehals Duke’s family.
Fortunately, Natasha was dating Prince Abelus. But whether the two would go as far as marriage was an unknown matter. Wasn’t the Elandria Duke’s family, the leading among the Duke houses, capable of pushing Valentine Elandria as the prince’s bride?
If the prince were to become engaged to Valentine, the Elandria family might have wed their son to the ageappropriate and beautiful Natasha. The possibility was already too dreadful to Idalia.
But even if he doesn’t get engaged to Natasha, would people leave Nelletion alone?
Maybe the next turn wouldn’t go to Megara?
Sheridan’s voice awoke Idalia, lost in anxious thoughts. He pointed to the lakeside gazebo.
“Last time you studied, four of you will make a team and take turns entertaining the guests. Call me if you don’t know how to do it.”
Idalia naturally became part of Megara’s team, and two swift boys quickly approached to fill the remaining seats. Lianel, who was a step late, looked unhappy.
“What should I do?”
“Sorry, Lini.”
“Don’t go there, Angrad Nine is alone. Make a team with him.”
Idalia and one of the boys took turns speaking. Lianel was startled when Angrad’s name was mentioned.
“I don’t want to!”
Idalia made an awkward face. In her view, the children’s attitude towards Angrad was excessive.
Of course, who would want to be friends with someone who steals all the time, but there was no need to say ‘I don’t want to’ so loudly.
Although Lianel was the granddaughter of an earl, her father was the second son, so it was hard to see her in a high position.
‘It would be nice if she could learn to speak more carefully.’
Idalia felt sorry for Angrad, who seemed to have heard this side’s voices and hung his head, but she didn’t say anything, as it would be strange for her to help.
“Lianel, haven’t you formed a team yet?”
Sheridan came over, noticing the students’ commotion, and asked. Lianel answered, greatly ashamed of the fact that she stood out in a bad way.
“It’s okay. With Alekto…… Ah, Alekto has made a team…….”
“I’m sorry.”
Among the students nearby who were friendly with Lianel, Alekto was startled and apologized. Sheridan looked around at the children once and pointed to a team a little distance away.
“Neris, Dian, is your team full?”
Neris and her friends, who had recently formed their own group, had been spending school life almost without interference— from Dian’s perspective—between the two.
Dian liked that fact and spoke in an unflustered voice.
“No, it’s just the two of us.”
“Then Lianel can join your team. Is there anyone else without a team?”
Angrad quietly raised his hand.
The teachers, of course, knew that Angrad’s interpersonal relationship was not good. Sheridan sighed inwardly but, being a person with a thick backbone in social circles, cheerfully spoke up.
“Alright, the four of you can form a team. Is there anyone else left now?”
There wasn’t. The students headed joyfully, chattering toward the gazebo in their teams.
The white gazebo, designed to overlook the lake, was a beautiful space with slender sculpted pillars extending gracefully beneath a circular roof. The white fence surrounding the gazebo’s base had a lily pattern and was in a net shape, wrapped abundantly with rose vines.
Multiple round tables inside the gazebo, like those at a lady’s tea party, were covered with white linen cloths and adorned with centerpieces and elegant tea ware, exuding dignity. In Megara’s team, the more casual of the two boys quickly reached out to escort Megara.
“Which table do you like?”
“I like that one.”
When Megara said she wanted the seat with the best view of the lake, no one approached that table. Idalia thought Megara was really great and was thankful to have a good seat along with her.
Meanwhile, Lianon grumbled inwardly as she ended up with a relatively bad view because Diane was spending time climbing to the tall pavilion.
She disliked Diane and hated Neris even more. But the biggest problem was Angarad Nain.
Lianon had a reason to dislike Angarad even before the bracelet incident. Angarad, merely a daughter of a baron ruling over a small and shorthistory land, tried to be friendly with the children and kept approaching Lianon.
She made a gesture to include Lianon in a group of lower nobles, which was laughable to Lianon.
Lianon was the granddaughter of an earl of a profound and noble family. Even if her father was the second son, their family’s status was different—so she thought.
Under imperial law, the title would go to the eldest son, so Lianon’s father could not become an earl. But was the title everything for a member of a distinguished family? No!
Could a rural lord like Baron Nain speak loudly in front of Berta Earl’s second son? That was also a no!
She had sneered at Angarad’s accidents several times, honestly thinking, ‘I knew she was presumptuous.’
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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