His father, who passed away early after only causing trouble for his wife. Next to him, his mother, who had struggled a lot and was now lying in a hospital bed. And in front of them, a teenage boy – himself.
Thanks to Nam Tae’s support, he graduated from law school. Though he had to work part-time, he was also able to prepare for the bar exam because of that aid.
After failing the exam twice, he couldn’t let his mother suffer anymore. He quit studying and started working under Nam Tae, helping him with the election. Nam Tae won his first term, and from then on, Lee took care of all his affairs.
As a reward, Nam Tae not only provided this house but also paid all his mother’s medical expenses. Given his situation, with no relatives to help, he had no other choice.
As the house warmed up, he took off his coat. The smell of green tea wafted up, reminding him of Se Ah, her eyes brimming with tears as she fiercely vomited.
She had become stronger than when he first saw her.
Was it last summer when she was trembling in the car, signing the contract? There had been a faint sound of her sobbing.
He felt sorry for Se Ah, who had become a sacrificial lamb, but it was unavoidable. She was still in a better situation than him. She only had to give up love.
Feeling the pressure of being expelled from the party, Nam Tae became desperate.
Under the pretext of introducing the chairman of G-Comms to the ruling party’s leader, Nam Tae handed over black money to them. Not just illegal lobbying and corruption, but also threats and confinement to remove obstacles.
He had now crossed the line beyond what could be resolved within the boundaries of the law.
And he had already deeply stepped into a quagmire.
“Just give up and run away.”
He quietly warned Se Ah, who was trembling as she descended the stairs. Perhaps it was the last bit of sympathy he could show as someone in the same predicament.
Yet, despite her hesitant expression, Se Ah looked up at him, gripping the stair railing tightly. Her clear eyes were filled with a determined venom.
“You should run away, you coward.”
Director Lee’s lips curled into a sneer as he recalled the events from a few hours ago.
He checked the time and called the caregiver.
“Yes, Mr. President.”
The caregiver, who only worked with VIPs, automatically used the title ‘Mr. President’. Director Lee gave a cold smile.
[How is mother?]“She ate well and is now sleeping. She was very happy to hear that you visited. She was a bit sad that you left so abruptly without seeing her, but she understood, saying you must be busy.”
Director Lee’s indifferent gaze grew heavy.
“Fortunately, she stabilized immediately after your visit. Her digestion is getting worse, so we’ve changed her diet to porridge.”
[Understood.]He hung up the phone and went out to the balcony.
He stood there for a while, breathing in the cold air and looking out. The dense apartment complex was still lit up in every house.
Before he could get lost in his thoughts, his phone rang.
Naturally, it was Cha Ui Won, Cha Nam Tae.
Summoned by Nam Tae, Director Lee hurriedly headed to Cheongdam-dong. He didn’t even have time to shower or change clothes, worried that some issue might have arisen.
He immediately went to the second-floor study. Expecting an irate Nam Tae, he was surprised to hear laughter inside, including a young woman’s voice.
After getting permission, Director Lee opened the door.
“Director Lee. Min Young is here.”
“Hello?”
A tea set was laid out on the coffee table, indicating that she had been there for a while.
Director Lee approached Nam Tae and bowed to Min Young.
“Good to see you again.”
“I invited Congressman Cha to the 24th’s launch party, but then I thought I hadn’t shown proper courtesy.”
“Ha-ha. What formalities between us? I’m grateful just for the invitation.”
“It’s only natural for a busy congressman like you to come.”
Something Min Young brought seemed important, but he couldn’t quite grasp it yet. Knowing their habit of adding significant details later, Director Lee waited quietly.
Nam Tae pointed to something carefully placed on an empty seat. It was a men’s suit, elegantly wrapped in a garment cover.
“Min Young brought this personally. Director Lee, open the cover. I want to appreciate it, even though our Executive Lee’s taste must be exceptional.”
“Yes.”
He wasn’t called just to listen to their chitchat. Despite his curiosity, Director Lee did as instructed.
He opened the cover and held it at an angle for Nam Tae to see, carefully holding the hem to avoid wrinkles.
“Although I haven’t met Congressman Cha often, I thought you liked this brand. When I visited the store, your personal manager even checked your size for me.”
“Oh, I can’t escape Executive Lee’s discerning eye.”
Nam Tae’s laughter grew louder.
“I was considering a tuxedo, but I decided a neat suit would better suit the Congressman’s dignity and image than a flashy banquet attire.”
“Our Chairman Cha feels very reassured having a business partner like Min Young.”
Nam Tae signaled to Director Lee, who automatically put the suit back into the cover.
“I’m looking forward to meeting Chairman Cha and… Ms. Se Ah again on the 24th.”
At the mention of Se Ah, Nam Tae coughed awkwardly and glanced at Min Young.
“As a daughter-in-law, Ms. Se Ah must look so beautiful in your eyes, Congressman.”
“A daughter-in-law is a daughter-in-law.”
Tsk, Nam Tae clicked his tongue.
“I really admire Executive Lee here. Even if I had a daughter, could she be as charming as this? These days, I’m quite envious of Chairman Lee. So smart and beautiful. It would have been nice if we had become closer sooner.”
Nam Tae didn’t miss the flutter in Min Young’s eyes.
“I’d like to talk more, but it’s getting late. I’ll see you on the evening of the 24th.”
“Alright.”
Nam Tae stood up as Min Young rose from her seat, followed by Director Lee.
“Earlier, Executive Lee’s driver said he felt sick, so I sent him back. Wonder how he got indigestion. It can be quite troublesome.”
Nam Tae displayed a sympathetic smile, his concern exaggerated. Director Lee recalled a few days ago when he had to hastily leave his cancer-stricken mother to answer a sudden call. It was ironic, but Director Lee maintained his impassive face.
Min Young gave Nam Tae a brief nod.
“I admire you, Congressman, for caring even about every employee.”
“It’s only natural. There’s no high or low in occupations. So, Seok Ah.”
He finally understood why he was summoned for this interesting show.
“Yes, Congressman.”
“Executive Lee must be tired from business all day. How could he drive himself home alone? It’s almost 10 PM, and it’s dangerous. You should safely escort him.”
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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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