Vialle glanced briefly at the chessboard, then slowly and leisurely moved her piece.
Knowing Gaisen would surely try to protect his bishop and rook, he always focused on getting the upper hand early in the game. Utilizing the pawns, she disrupted his strategies and gradually overcame his defenses.
Gaisen, competitive as ever, seemed to be burning with a desire to win this game. But excessive eagerness can often be a poison.
Focusing too much on one aspect can expose vulnerabilities elsewhere, just like now.
“Checkmate.”
Eventually, Gaisen’s king was completely surrounded and unable to move. Vialle smiled contentedly.
“Did you use some trick, big sister?”
“Who knows.”
Vialle knew Gaisen’s habits well, having taught him chess. She relied on memory, rather than skill, to win.
She didn’t intend to reveal this to Gaisen, planning to use it again in the future. Though not a fair game, Vialle was content to remain his quirky, genius chess mentor.
“A promise is a promise, so tell me your wish, big sister.”
“Hmm, a wish…”
Gaisen, having swallowed dryly, his eyes trembling ever so slightly, could not look directly into her eyes as he spoke.
“Big sister, being a slave for three days is enough, right?”
Vialle, observing her brother, already prepared to become her slave without even hearing her wish, propped her chin on her hand, covering her mouth to hide her amusement. Clearing her throat to disguise her laughter, she spoke in a gentle voice.
“Oh dear, at least maintain the dignity befitting a prince.”
To Gaisen, being a slave for three days was hardly a matter of disgrace. In fact, it was far less dangerous than his sister discovering the truth.
Therefore, the young prince of the Ruscheff family and the future head of the Cheilro Trading House seemed genuinely desperate.
Seeing Gaisen’s downcast look, Vialle decided it was time to stop teasing her brother.
“My wish is…”
“…”
“I’m thinking of reconciling with you. Is that okay?”
“Big sister…”
Gaisen, not expecting such a proposal from his sister, seemed deeply moved, struggling to find words.
“We can’t go on like this forever.”
“So, big sister, you’ll do as I say?”
‘No, I’ll uncover the truth my way.’
“Yes, I will.”
“Thank you so much, big sister.”
‘I wonder how long you’ll be thankful.’
Vialle hid her complex feelings behind a warm smile, then stood up from her seat. The conversation had unexpectedly extended to a game of chess, causing more time to pass than she had planned.
“I should go now.”
“Yeah, go and rest well.”
“Sure, have a peaceful night too.”
Leaving Gaisen’s room, Vialle slowly reined in her smile, her expression turning serious as she headed to her own room.
Returning to her ignorant past was certainly not an option, but neither could she tolerate the current situation, shrouded in impenetrable truths.
She had been so blissfully unaware. It was as if she had never been entitled to know from the beginning.
Therefore, she was determined to confront the hidden truths in her own way.
No longer a pawn in their game, Vialle reaffirmed her resolve multiple times.
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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