“Keeiing.”
Riello tried to avoid him by flailing her forelegs, but it was no use against the strict Lapellian.
Lapellian gently placed Riello on his thigh and slowly stroked her head.
Although the touch was not rough, Riello was not comfortable at all.
Every time his hand moved, the oppressive feeling of the pheromones flowing from Lapellian was substantial.
On the other hand, the girl, who knew nothing of this, cautiously observed their behavior while calming her pounding heart to some extent.
‘Even the beastmen, who are far superior to humans, all live the same way.’
The girl’s mouth twitched, forgetting her situation.
She closed her eyes tightly in fear of laughing out loud.
Lapellian, ignoring his timid younger sibling, urged the driver.
The car, passing through a narrow path between the spindly trees, picked up speed.
“Ah.”
Her heart, which had been calming down, began to race at the increased speed.
The girl, surprised by the small moan that had involuntarily escaped her lips, looked at Lapellian’s reaction while covering her mouth with her hand.
However, it was already too late, as the sound had touched his sensitive hearing.
Lapellian looked down and turned his eyes to the side.
His clear blue eyes met her red eyes.
Startled by the eye contact, the girl lowered her head.
“You must find it strange. I’m sorry, but please bear with it a little. We’ll arrive soon.”
Although he had high walls around him, once Lapellian decided to let someone inside his boundaries, he did his best for them.
Lapellian warmly grasped her pale, raised hand.
His warm body temperature gradually eroded her small frame.
The girl, feeling comforted, thought this must be what reassurance feels like, and fiddled with her held hand.
“Come to think of it, I didn’t ask for your full name. My name is Lapellian Rufus Mosteros. What should I call you?”
Lapellian, wondering what might help ease her tension, asked in the gentlest tone he could muster upon realizing he didn’t know her name yet.
However, the girl hesitated to answer.
“Um….”
Her face became serious as if she were a philosopher lost in deep thought.
And thus, only the vibration of the car remained between them.
She forgot about the tension that had arisen from various events as she pondered what to say. And soon, she finally spoke.
“Number 13?”
“What?”
Lapellian’s expression turned fierce as soon as the answer came.
Riello, who had been lying down in his arms, raised her head sharply and looked at the girl.
She even growled low in her throat.
“Huh?”
“…….”
Without even questioning her, Lapellian became even more menacing.
The girl realized that she had made a grave mistake and involuntarily shrank back.
“Oh, you can call me whatever you like. Anything’s fine.”
Perhaps fearing a hit, the girl awkwardly smiled, emphasizing her harmlessness.
Lapellian, understanding her intention, let out a small sigh.
And then he fell into deep contemplation.
He raised his hand, pondering how best to repay her kindness.
At that moment, the girl’s doubts were momentarily revived.
‘Ah, this person will hit me too.’
She closed her eyes tightly and shrugged her shoulders, as she had learned to do.
But the pain did not come.
Lapellian gently stroked her round back of the head.
Her eyes opened slowly at the soft touch, rather than pain, and she looked at him.
She felt sorry and regretful for doubting him.
“El. Call me El for now.”
He named her with the first thing that came to mind.
Since both his name and his siblings’ names were taken from angels, the unconscious thought was this one word that meant angel.
“El. Wow. It’s pretty.”
Her regretful heart turned into joy in an instant.
The girl, who was now being called by a proper name, clasped her hands together beneath her chin in delight.
He was becoming more thoughtful about the overly joyous reaction to a name he had thought up on the spot.
Lapellian’s thoughts deepened.
I thought I was doing my best as the ruler of the North, but I realized that was a wrong thought.
“God must have made you meet me to recognize our inadequacies.”
My father always said.
Be generous to my subjects.
Listen to them and embrace them with open arms.
If you can’t be their support, their lives will be very tough.
Lapellian felt bitter, thinking that he had not properly followed his ancestors’ will.
“Yes?”
“I’m glad to meet you.”
Lapellian smiled at the girl who questioned him, hiding his bitter expression.
For a moment, the girl thought she heard warmth and coziness in his voice.
‘Maybe it’s not a lie that I’m still alive? This must be heaven.’
With the affection that crept into her ears, the girl made an innocent and sad thought.
(This is a time divider.)
A dark car stopped in front of a huge mansion,
As befits the mansion of the lord ruling the northern part of the empire, its grandeur was immense.
As if to elevate their majesty, the grand gates opened smoothly by two gatekeepers,
The momentarily parked car smoothly moved into the mansion.
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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