“Did you really come? Or did you hope I wouldn’t?”
Carefully assessing Cha In-woo’s reaction, Yeoeun quietly opened her mouth.
“I’m here to assist Director Cha Doha in creating a positive image for Hanju.”
It was a fundamental story.
“That’s the purpose Chairman-nim hired me for. Naturally, I have to support Director Cha’s activities at the headquarters since this is where he is.”
How Cha In-woo would accept this very fundamental story was not something Yeoeun had to worry about.
“Cha In-woo, instead of being at Mulsan, at the headquarters…?”
“Oh, I come to the headquarters twice a week for successorship lessons. Mondays and Thursdays.”
“Oh, I see.”
Yeoeun nodded her head.
It still seems that Cha In-woo is the designated successor for Hanju Group.
She was somewhat curious about Chairman Cha Jiseop’s intention in inserting Cha Doha into this situation.
At that moment, Cha In-woo handed his business card to Yeoeun.
“Don’t you have my contact information?”
Yeoeun, nodding lightly, accepted Cha In-woo’s business card, causing the corners of his eyes to form a lovely wrinkle.
“If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to contact me.”
“Difficulties?”
Hanju Mulsan’s representative, Cha In-woo.
Looking at the business card with a clear title, Cha In-woo added an explanation.
“Do-ha, Chairman-nim, and easy people, none of them are easy to deal with.”
Not easy people.
But that’s her job.
Dealing with challenging people and transforming them.
Holding the business card tightly with both hands, Yeoeun smiled with the same texture of a smile that Cha In-woo showed, bowing her head.
“Thank you.”
Imitating it, she understood.
It’s quite a defensive smile.
What is she trying to defend against?
As Yeoeun tried to gauge her inner thoughts, Cha In-woo unexpectedly asked her a question.
“Lunch?”
Cha In-woo, whose defensive smile softened, seemed more human.
“Do you have someone to eat with?”
Unable to readily answer the unexpected question, Yeoeun hesitated, and Cha In-woo continued.
“Eat with me.”
Then he took out his mobile phone and started searching.
“Nearby…”
That’s when it happened.
“Miss Seo Yeoeun?”
A familiar voice struck Yeoeun’s back with a dull thud.
The down on her back stood up along the spine.
As she turned her head, there was Cha Doha standing in front of the entrance gate, looking at her.
The moment she captured Cha Doha in her eyes, her heart started pounding, making a thumping sound, as if it had begun to vomit.
A fitted charcoal gray suit and dark green tie that perfectly complement his body.
Naturally parted hair and an expressionless face.
Black eyes that emitted a cool light.
Though she already knew the appearance well, it was surprising to see it again.
Merely accompanied by Manager Kim Jung-joo, Cha Doha alone was already filling the lobby of the Hanju Group headquarters.
In terms of charisma, he may already be a complete package.
As he stared with a firm look, Cha Doha spoke.
“What’s this? You’re not coming?”
A bit of irritation was evident in his expression.
“Yes, Director.”
Turning her gaze toward Cha In-woo, Yeoeun put the business card in her bag and grinned.
“Representative, then I’ll contact you next time.”
Slightly bowing her head and quickly greeting, Yeoeun turned and walked away.
Cha Doha was waiting for her.
Tap, tap. The sound of heels tapping on the lobby floor sounded just like the beating of her own heart.
As Cha Doha approached, Yeoeun’s heart showed increasingly vigorous movements.
Last Thursday morning.
He had suddenly come to her house, leaving behind words of regret and then left.
Trying to erase him from her mind, she spent busy days, but her efforts seemed in vain as her heart betrayed her owner’s will.
“Hello, Director.”
Approaching for a greeting, she was met with a cool glance instead of a verbal greeting, and he moved away again.
Yeoeun, who greeted Kim Jung-joo with a tense face, stood by the elevator following Cha Doha.
At that moment, Cha In-woo approached from behind.
“Good morning, Director Cha Doha.”
“That’s right, Representative Cha In-woo.”
The greeting between cousins seemed uncomfortably dry.
No, precisely speaking, it was Cha Doha’s attitude that was dry.
Smiling harmlessly at Cha Doha, who made eye contact with a tense face, Cha In-woo spoke again.
“Talking about lunch today. Thinking of having lunch with Seo Yeoeun. Can I take her with me?”
“Not allowed.”
Answering as they reached the elevator that had just arrived, Cha Doha continued, “Because she’s eating with me.”
The sound of Kim Jung-joo taking a deep breath was loud, and the four of them, who entered the elevator together, pressed the buttons for the 12th and 11th floors in silence.
When Cha In-woo was about to get off on the 11th floor.
“Hyung.”
Cha Doha called Cha In-woo by a private title, causing him to stop.
Stopping, Cha In-woo turned to look at Cha Doha.
Approaching him with a friendly smile, Cha Doha slightly adjusted the lapel of his suit with both hands.
“Take good care of your successorship lessons.”
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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