El felt a sudden constriction in her throat and rubbed it softly, then clasped her hands together and behaved like a gentle and obedient child.
“Would you like to come and sit here?”
Lapellian, placing a tray on the tea table set up in one corner of the room, called to El.
Standing awkwardly near the door, El’s rubyred eyes spun around, and she shuffled her feet.
“You slept soundly and didn’t wake up. I brought this because you might be hungry. You already know, but our chef is good at cooking.”
Lapellian gestured to the hot milk and freshly baked bread, steam rising from it.
“Brielle and Rielle are having a snack time now. It’s only natural to eat well when you’re growing.”
El’s gaze fixed on the table, unmoving.
It was on a different level from the moldy bread that came from a trash heap.
The attractive shape and fragrance made her involuntarily move her adam’s apple.
She felt hunger she hadn’t noticed before.
El, who had been staring as if enchanted, shook her head.
Humans are so deceitful.
Her determination to leave the house right away wavered at the scent of delicious bread.
‘But it looks delicious.’
When she felt hungry, she could think of nothing else.
Maybe her mind had stopped.
Then Lapellian put the finishing touch.
“It won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
His soft voice was an incredibly sweet temptation.
El, without even sitting down, stammered and asked in a mumble like a soliloquy.
“Can I eat this?”
Lapellian sliced the bread with a knife, picked it up with a fork, and said as he offered it.
“Of course. It’s your share. Eating only soup must be getting boring, and this should be fine now. Here.”
His eyes curved gently.
She was caught once again by those captivating blue eyes.
El, as if enchanted, smoothly approached and opened her mouth.
Lapellian carefully put the soft and fluffy bread into her gaping mouth.
“Wow.”
If happiness had a taste, it would be this.
A cozy joy bloomed in her mouth.
The tender yet chewy texture that enveloped her mouth and the savory flavor that quickly spread through her body melted her restrained heart.
‘Yes, yes. I’ll only eat this.’
It was shameful and embarrassing for herself, but it was inevitable.
El was entranced by a taste she had never experienced before and hastily swallowed the bread. She didn’t even think to use a fork and knife.
Lapellian leaned back in his chair, watching the amount El ate with leisure.
Her thin cheeks, puffed out in earnest, were anything but idle.
Her lips opening in small bites were cute.
It felt a little different from her brothers, who seemed to chew on rocks.
‘I should have taken care of her sooner.’
Lapellian, though he had felt it at dinner yesterday, couldn’t even guess how she had endured street life, eating so well.
‘It bothers me more and more the more I look at her.’
Lapellian was captivated by the thought of quickly fattening El.
Just a moment ago, he had wanted to find the cause of the sensitivity that made her so defenseless, but now that didn’t matter.
‘Next time, what shall I bring her?’
Seeing her make that face over just one piece of bread, taking care of El became much more critical than his peace of mind.
Lapellian was contemplating various delicious things and how he could fatten El more efficiently.
“Cough, cough.”
His contemplation was broken by the sound of a small cough.
El, who had been shoving bread into her mouth as if inhaling it, choked and coughed.
Her small hand beat against her thin chest.
In this situation, which was not unfamiliar to Lapellian, he very naturally brought the milk to El’s lips as he did for the twins.
El instinctively took the milk he offered.
Gulp, gulp; the cheerful sound of her swallowing milk even whetted Lapellian’s appetite.
“You can eat slowly; there’s plenty more.”
With a sigh, El pulled her mouth from the glass and shook her head vehemently.
“No, no, this is enough.”
“Well, you need to have a proper meal, too.”
“This is enough for me.”
“Huh? That can’t be.”
It was the time to eat and sleep well, but to be satisfied with just this?
Children in their growth phase in Mosteros ate like crazy, so Lapellian gave an incredulous look.
“I have enough with this. And I ate delicious bread as I wished…….”
El elongated the end of the sentence, as if catching her breath to say something difficult, and prepared herself.
“I…… will leave when I finish eating this.”
“Go ahead…… What?!”
Lapellian, who had responded thoughtlessly, finally realized El’s intention and slightly rose from his position.
El lowered her head, shyly smiled, and bit the tip of her fingers as if it were a habit.
“I appreciate the offer, but I have enough with this.”
Lapellian felt strangely resolute in her voice, feeling a renewed anxiety and becoming restless.
‘Others cannot grasp this opportunity, and they are eager…’
Why would this child want to let go of an opportunity that others would not want to miss?
As he pondered, his gaze was drawn to El’s bare feet.
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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