“Yes, I rested well. What about you, Writer Se Ah? You didn’t cry all night because you didn’t want to come to work, did you?”
“What? No way. I’m not a child…”
“Just kidding.”
Jina Writer playfully joked as she brushed the back of Se Ah’s coat.
“Oh my! Writer Se Ah, did you buy a new coat? Look at the shiny color.”
“Does it look okay?”
Se Ah had decided to wear the coat Kang Woo had bought her, not wanting to waste it even amidst her busy morning preparations. She had been paying more attention to her clothing recently.
“Totally. It suits Writer Se Ah perfectly.”
Being in the same project team and sharing a writing room, Se Ah and Writer Jina had become relatively close quickly.
She was grateful to Jina, who always initiated conversations and cared for her thoughtfully. There was also much to learn from her.
A webtoon writer by origin, skilled in both drawing and story planning, Jina was responsible for the graphics and colors in “My Hospital in My Hands” and the storyline in “Ping Pong Ping Pong.”
Writer Jina left some homemade bread on Se Ah’s desk, suggesting she eat it as a hearty breakfast substitute.
Then she spoke again.
“What did you do during the break, Writer Se Ah?”
“I just stayed home mostly. Slept during the day, ate delicious food. How about you?”
“I was taking care of my husband. I might as well earn money if I go out to work. That’s why I insist on coming out to the studio. I don’t want to do housework.”
“Ha ha… Oh, but Writer Jina, you’re married? I didn’t know. You look so young.”
Writer Jina’s lips stretched out long.
“Writer Se Ah is not only good at writing but also has a good eye.”
“Oh, no flattery. I really thought you were my age.”
“What? I’m a mother of a child. I might look immature.”
As they were chatting, the writer’s room became noisy.
Two other writers involved in “My Hospital in My Hands” had arrived. One of them handed coffee to Se Ah and Writer Jina.
“Writer Jina, Writer Se Ah. Long time, no see.”
Se Ah stood up to greet the other writers. They gathered around Writer Jina.
“But is it okay to chat here? Shouldn’t we move somewhere else?”
“It’s fine. The other two writers sharing with us are on vacation until today.”
“Oh.”
At Writer Jina’s answer, they all nodded.
Then, the oldest-looking writer among them smiled meaningfully at Se Ah.
“Did you have a good break, Writer Se Ah?”
“Yes.”
“It seems like you spent a good time. With your boyfriend.”
Everyone looked at Se Ah’s face. The focused attention was burdensome, but she was curious about the basis of such a comment.
As Se Ah blinked her big eyes, the writer who initiated the topic tapped on her phone.
“You posted it for everyone to know.”
“What?”
“I saw your profile picture. Your house is magnificent. Oh, or is your boyfriend rich?”
“I didn’t see it. What made Writer Se Ah change her profile?”
The writer with the phone enlarged Se Ah’s profile. Writer Jina glanced at it and shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s just Writer Se Ah alone, right? Hmm. The house does look nice. Oh, the interior decoration is pretty. Even the plate with the dumplings looks luxurious. Definitely German-made crockery.”
“That’s right. I went to the department store last time and put down the same set right away after seeing the price. The fridge and frying pan in the background are all my taste too.”
“I also looked for replacements when I got married. Everything I see is so expensive, even online.”
Thanks to Writer Jina changing the topic, the married writers’ conversation shifted focus. Se Ah was about to breathe a sigh of relief when…
“Wait, isn’t that a man’s silhouette reflected there? Wow. Even just the silhouette is no ordinary one. The height and build. If you look closely, can you see the face?”
“Oh my, really. It’s definitely a man. Is that the man Writer Se Ah has a secret crush on, or someone else? Those shoulders are really broad.”
Se Ah joined the playful banter of her colleagues, wondering what they were looking at.
The writer’s finger pointed towards the edge of the photo, where a silhouette was reflected on the microwave, causing Se Ah to startle.
Luckily, the phone covered his distinctive face, but the physique was unmistakably Kang Woo’s.
Se Ah smiled awkwardly.
“He’s my brother.”
“Come on, it doesn’t seem like it. What kind of brother takes photos of his sister?”
Se Ah couldn’t relax, worried that even one characteristic feature of Kang Woo might have been captured in the photo.
“He is my brother. If I were Se Ah’s brother, I’d find her cute too. You’re close with your brother, right? Isn’t that so?”
Writer Jina playfully nudged Se Ah’s arm, coming to her aid.
“Yes! That’s right.”
“Ah… is that so? Well, what does it matter anyway?”
The conversation naturally shifted to work-related topics.
Writer Jina quietly observed Se Ah, who sighed in relief.
Suddenly, the door lock of the newlywed’s house clicked open.
The housekeeper, who was vacuuming, was startled by the noise and hurried to the entrance. The unexpected arrival of the house owner in the middle of the day left the housekeeper flustered, but she quickly bowed her head.
“Sir, you’ve arrived.”
“I just stopped by for a moment. Don’t mind me; please continue with your work.”
“Okay.”
Kang Woo headed straight for the dressing room. He had stopped by to change clothes after receiving sudden news of a death.
There should have been a spare black suit in his office. It was kept there for occasions like today, to avoid inconvenience.
But just his luck, Secretary Choi had taken them all for dry cleaning. He should have asked his personal shopper to prepare a few suits in advance, but he had forgotten.
Secretary Choi was terribly startled when he let it slide.
Stripping off everything but his shirt, he first took out a jacket and then walked to another dressing wardrobe.
Everything was meticulously organized, so he knew exactly where everything was without having to open each door.
When he opened the right door, which was slightly ajar, he knew without asking that Se Ah was responsible. She must have left it that way in a hurry this morning.
Previously, he hadn’t noticed her slightly clumsy behavior due to his limited time at home. Perhaps that was her true nature, and she had been extra careful all this time.
It meant she was becoming more comfortable around him, didn’t it?
His ties were neatly hung on one side, contrasting with Se Ah’s new clothes densely packed on the other. Her pastel colors contrasted sharply with his monochrome or cool-colored ties.
He picked out a plain black tie. As he was about to close the door, something small and elongated fell from the inside.
Kang Woo bent down to pick up the small object, smaller than his palm.
‘What kind of medicine is this?’
He flipped the slim case to read the effects of the drug.
He remained still, his eyelashes not flickering, then slowly lifted his eyelids.
Brushing his hair back from his forehead dryly.
“Reckless Se Ah is driving me crazy.”
He exhaled a cold and low breath.
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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