From a young age, Viare, who had been learning about the past history of her family, knew well the struggles the Luschev lineage had undergone to reach its current stature.
Her father, who had inherited the title of the previous Duke, was also elevating the family’s status in their own way.
Maintaining a certain authority while discreetly offering bribes to the nobles who needed to be befriended – this was the Luschev way.
After her debut, Viare too formally entered social circles, maintaining appropriate relationships with families of interest.
Of course, there were houses that looked down upon her, boldly uttering rude remarks in her presence, but she didn’t bother to pay them any mind.
For the Luschevs, the end justified the means; securing advantage was their unwavering principle.
From the start of the grand banquet, many nobles kept an eye on Viare, trying to exchange even a single word with her.
Equally, there were other nobles who disdained her and murmured amongst themselves, but Viare paid them no heed.
Except for one person.
She called over a young lady nearby, wanting to identify who had been bothering her all afternoon.
“Lady Ashitera, who is that man over there?”
“Which gentleman are you referring to…?”
“The one leaning against the wall with silver hair.”
The daughter of the Ashitera family glanced around, spotted him, and then quickly responded with a short exclamation.
“That’s the Duke of Verduum.”
‘Ah, the seventeen-year-old who became a Duke.’
While the true details of the previous Duke and Duchess’s incident were unknown, he was currently the most talked-about man in society.
It was significant for Viare that he was attending this event, as his presence could positively influence her.
But the man leaning against the wall appeared to wear a ‘I want to go home’ expression.
‘Is it really acceptable for a Duke to behave so rudely?’
Despite the young ladies blushing and turning towards him, he never once returned their glances.
It was at that moment that Viare’s gaze met his indifferent blue eyes, framed by his frosty silver hair.
Caught off guard, Viare inadvertently averted her eyes, irked by her own reaction.
She assumed the Duke of Verduum would have a negative perception of the Luschev Ducal family.
Of course, gaining his friendship would be the greatest achievement of the evening, but she was not interested in a Duke who openly showed disinterest in socializing.
Listening to Lady Ashitera excitedly praising the Duke’s appearance only seemed to intensify Viare’s fatigue.
“Lady Ashitera, I’m going to step out for some air.”
Once outside the banquet hall, Viare finally felt a sense of relief.
It was a quiet evening on a cloudy autumn day.
The chill of the autumn wind brushed against her arms, and Viare hesitated, shivering slightly.
She could go back inside to get a shawl, but then she would have to be accompanied by a knight to come back out.
Since she had already snuck out of the banquet hall unnoticed, Viare decided not to return.
Outside, darkness had long covered the sky, with only the distant stars faintly lighting the earth.
Viare walked towards a place inside the Ducal residence known only to her, lost in thought.
The banquet had been somewhat successful, but it wasn’t over yet, so she couldn’t let her guard down.
Since her childhood, Viare, who had been taught the past history of the Luschev family, knew well the effort it took for the Luschevs to reach their current status.
Her father, who had succeeded the title of the previous Duke, was also enhancing the family’s stature in their own way.
Maintaining a suitable level of authority while discreetly offering bribes to nobles they needed to befriend was the Luschev method.
After her debut, Viare, too, had been maintaining proper relationships with families that were important to socialize with.
There were, of course, families that disdained her, rudely speaking their minds to her face, but she chose not to pay attention to such insignificant people.
For the Luschevs, securing advantages by any means necessary was their unwavering principle.
Many nobles kept an eye on Viare during the banquet, trying to speak with her, just as others murmured disapprovingly about her, but she ignored them.
Except for one person.
She called over a nearby young lady, wanting to identify who had been irritating her all afternoon.
“Lady Ashitera, who is that person?”
“Which person are you referring to…?”
“The one with silver hair leaning against the wall.”
Lady Ashitera from the Ashitera family looked around, spotted him, and then quickly exclaimed in response.
“That’s the Duke of Verduum.”
‘Ah, the seventeen-year-old who became a Duke.’
Although she didn’t know the full details of the previous Duke’s incident, he was currently the most talked-about man in society.
His attendance at this event was beneficial for Viare, but the man leaning against the wall looked like he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
‘Can a Duke really behave so rudely?’
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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