Pretending not to hear the confession spat out like a moan, Dajeong turned her head and tried to get up. Now she had to go home. She deliberately used a more businesslike tone, as if they were done with the calculations.
“Well then, I’ll be going…”
“Where are you going?”
Caught by the strength pulling her arm again, she collapsed onto the bed. The man’s body was still hot. Skillfully maneuvering Dajeong, he said while crushing her.
“The punishment for provoking me starts now.”
Bright light poured in, and Dajeong opened her eyes.
As if proving the passionate night, the bed was completely disheveled. Memories of clinging and lifting each other, as if living for pleasure, replayed in her mind. What was this night for?
The man approached Dajeong as she feigned sleep. Was it considered reconciliation? He greeted her, leaving kisses all over his face.
“Sleep more. It’s a day off.”
The man is dangerously sweet. Recalling the burning memories of last night, Dajeong detached herself from him. She went to the bathroom, washed up, and came out to put on her clothes.
She would end it with him. It was time to put into action what she had been thinking all night.
The man, watching Dajeong’s actions from behind, spoke.
“I won’t let you go.”
“…”
“I’ll eventually undress you again.”
Using the excuse of payment, she spent the night with the man. Both of them knew it was just an excuse. They had merely filled the intensely missed time with desire, and now it had to end.
“Try scratching the surface again, mentioning payment or whatever. I won’t go easy on you like yesterday.”
Although they spent a night without any mercy, the man once again spoke of punishment. Dajeong, trying to look as indifferent as possible, turned to face him.
Now was the time to speak.
“This is the end. I will tell you the real reason we must end.”
“Yoon Dajeong, you…”
Annoyance was evident on his wrinkled forehead. Standing up, he reached out towards Dajeong. Knowing too well what would happen if her waist was caught in his hands, Dajeong stepped back.
To prevent him from coming closer, she poured out the truth.
“I found out that you are the owner of ‘Bada Forest Pension.'”
The man froze in his place.
“I arrived there just three days ago. It’s owned by Jae Ho Lee now. I posted on the fan cafe that I was going on a trip to Taean and needed information about the pension.”
“…”
“I am one of Jae Ho Lee’s fan club administrators, and my nickname is ‘DajeonghanJaeho.’ You probably knew all of this. Yes, even before meeting you on that beach, I already liked you.”
“…”
“How was it? Was it easy? Holding hands, kissing, mixing bodies without any resistance, was it fun to follow along?”
She expressed the words she had thought of throughout the night, shaking in his arms.
She hoped her voice sounded as dry as possible. Dajeong, hiding her trembling fingertips, looked at him without avoiding his gaze.
“That wasn’t fate or coincidence. Unless it was a trap.”
The sparkling sea surface in her memories shattered like glass.
…She hadn’t wanted to say it until the end.
The ridiculous happening made by Jae Ho was like magic to Dajeong. She had endured it without breaking it herself, even though she knew it, but it seemed impossible to part with the man without saying this.
The beautifully stacked memories finally crumbled.
“Da…Jeong-ah. Wait a minute. Th-that…”
His voice trembles.
“How do you know that?”
The light in his eyes finally shattered into pieces.
The man, grabbing his forehead and cursing, approached with a bewildered expression. The trembling eyes sank hazily.
Why are there scars in your eyes when what is broken is my heart?
Dajeong gathered her weakening heart.
In moments like these, the man always seems to forget that he is an actor.
“Still, I was happy. I was happy without knowing at first, and later, even knowing, I was happy. I left you because I want to keep only those happy memories.”
Empty and cold eyes stared persistently at Dajeong.
“…I’m begging you, let’s end it here. I won’t be your toy anymore.”
His eyebrows sharply rose.
“Who said you’re a toy?”
He awkwardly approached, grabbing her wrist as if he was about to kiss her.
“Give me time. I’ll explain everything. You’re misunderstanding, don’t think weird things on your own, but you… how did you know about that?”
The man, who lost his composure, seemed excessively anxious.
“Tell me. How on earth did you find out?”
Dajeong’s face contorted.
Even the small piece of trust she wanted to believe was completely gone. Her eyes were watery.
“…Is that all you have to say?”
Dajeong turned her wrist and pulled away.
She should have said it was a misunderstanding. It wasn’t the truth.
Even if it was the truth, she should have apologized first. What on earth are you doing?
She suppressed the rising urge to cry.
“…This night was indeed a real cost. I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay back the 200 million right away. I can’t even make empty promises to return it little by little. I didn’t ask you to pay off that debt. So, I’ll be a bit selfish about this.”
Dajeong grabbed her bag and coat.
“Dajeong-ah.”
She pushed away the arm on her shoulder.
“Stop it.”
She turned her back.
Behind her, the man made an animal-like groan as if wounded.
She left the bedroom, crossed the living room, and looked down at the scenery reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window. It was a view worthy of its name, overlooking the Han River at a glance. Last night, they were too busy exploring each other to have the leisure to look around the room.
…It’s beautiful. A sweet room.
Dajeong’s lips curled into a wry smile.
At that moment, the man took large steps and stood in front of Dajeong, blocking her way. With bloodshot eyes, he spoke dimly.
“How did you find out? Tell me. Please.”
You, who barely understand what’s important.
“Someone told me before leaving.”
Dajeong calmly opened her bag, took out an envelope, and tossed it casually.
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?
——
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!”
——
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…
——
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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