René’s warning that she would bear the full brunt of the Emperor’s wrath was indeed accurate. Lowell couldn’t close her eyes for a moment. Every touch, breath, and grip seemed to violently shake her consciousness.
No crisis or temptation of death had ever been so acutely alarming, so sweetly enticing, so breathlessly difficult.
This was a line of instinctive caution. The moment she let go, she would be swept away like sand caught in a wave. Realizing this, Lowell pushed the Emperor away. As if their previous closeness was an illusion, he easily withdrew.
“I’m not a sadist who gets excited by a woman’s refusal.”
The Emperor’s hand pressed down on Lowell’s lips, which had been roughened by the kiss, now swollen red.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? To deceive me. You dared to say you’d play along.”
That attitude could only mean one thing: a death wish.
In the end, Lowell collapsed on the bed. The Emperor had thrown her down. Looking down at her with contempt, he said,
“They really picked the right puppet this time.”
A clear mockery. It was a reminder that Lowell’s situation was no more than a toy to be played with and discarded.
An ordinary person might have felt humiliated by such treatment. Or perhaps, trembling in fear and shedding tears at such murderous intent.
But Lowell was calm, even pleased.
From the start, what she really wanted wasn’t something as trivial as survival.
‘…That’s enough.’
She hadn’t pushed the Emperor away immediately at the moment of the kiss, simply out of a desire to confirm something. Was this man really not Peter? Was it just her misconception?
The conclusion came easier than expected.
“This person couldn’t possibly be Peter.”
Lowell, who loved and was loved by Peter more than anyone else in the world, knew Peter as a boy who would easily smile at even a single flower. He was the child who followed her around with a cynical expression, who considered brushing her hair as his own happiness, a pure and innocent boy.
Just thinking of him brought joy, and she would often recall him like clutching a lifeline in the harsh sunlight of life’s difficulties.
If that Peter were like the Emperor in front of her.
“…I’ll kill him.”
Lowell felt she couldn’t forgive anything.
For the past 10 years, Peter never once came back to her.
The never-returning Peter and the Hessen family, who were massacred by the royal family right after he left.
Could these two facts really be completely unrelated?
Peter was involved in the Hessen mansion fire in some way.
“And yet, he’s still living shamelessly, without uttering a word.”
As soon as she realized this, a fierce flame of anger surged within her.
The only memory that had kept Lowell alive, that had allowed her to exist as Lowell, now became a blade brutally slicing through her. It took only a moment for longing to turn into betrayal.
If the Emperor in front of her were Peter, even such a worthless hypothesis would cause such an emotional turmoil.
“I can’t forgive him.”
Therefore, the Emperor must not be Peter.
The Emperor’s reaction to the name Peter, his search for a woman with black hair and black eyes, all of it must be unrelated to her. He had to be just the person she needed to kill, a detestable enemy.
She couldn’t let the only light she had left for living be tainted. Please, not this…
“You will be Lowell as long as you are by my side.”
At that moment, something heavy settled within Lowell.
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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