Recently, he was always there, always available to see, and most importantly, he was technically her husband.

For now, just looking at him made her happy, so it didn’t matter if he didn’t reciprocate her feelings.

In fact, through Cha Na Jung, Sori realized just how much her heart leaned towards him.
She hoped he was safe and always smiling.

Thankfully, she was in a position to constantly check on that.

Suddenly, Sori found herself longing to see Seo Hyun Woo.

Should she call him?

Walking through the streets of Seoul after leaving the café, Sori debated. She took out her phone from her bag.

But then.

“Ah? You called?”

A bright smile spread across Sori’s face like paint.

There were two missed calls from him. They came while she was at the café with Cha Na Jung.

Eagerly, she dialed him back. But as the ringing dragged on, she hung up without waiting further.

It was possible he was still at dinner following the symposium.

So, after some thought, she brought up the chat window.

Realizing anew how much she liked him, her heart seemed to boil over.

She missed Seo Hyun Woo terribly.

[Sori: Professor, when will we have a date?]

Impulsively, she sent the absurd message.

Had she heard his voice, she wouldn’t have acted this way…

Staring at the text she’d impulsively sent, her heart began to race.

Thump-thump.

Unable to continue staring at the unchanging numbers, Sori turned off her phone’s screen.

If her mother or Ji Woo knew about this, they’d probably scold her.

“You really can’t play hard to get. That’s why you’re single.” They might throw accusations and nagging at her.

“Sometimes, I’m such a fool.”

Even she thought she was too clumsy.

Especially with Hyun Woo, she couldn’t control the speed or direction of her feelings.

A sudden brake failure.

Today’s mishap was entirely her fault.

After participating in the neurosurgery symposium, Hyun Woo took out his vibrating phone from his jacket as soon as the event ended.

He hurriedly checked it, thinking it might be a call from the hospital.

His hurry eased when he saw an unfamiliar number.

He usually answered incoming calls without screening. Slightly puzzled, he long-pressed the green call button.

“Yes, Seo Hyun Woo speaking.”

[Silence]

For several seconds, there was silence from the other end of the line.

He increased the volume, thinking the noise around him was too loud.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

Wrong number?

Just as he was about to end the call:

[I have no intention of withdrawing the lawsuit. Professor Seo feels the same.]

Hearing the familiar voice from the other side of the small device, he pressed the phone back to his ear.

“Yoo Sori?”

He quickly walked away from the noisy crowd of doctors, looking for a quiet place without a clear destination in mind.

[Yes, I’m just an ordinary person, really. But I really like a man named Seo Hyun Woo.] As the surroundings quieted down, the identity of the voice on the phone became clear.

It was Cha Na Jung.

[I’ve liked him for 9 years. Maybe even longer.]

But all Hyun Woo could hear was Yoo Sori’s voice.

[If you really like someone, you can’t act like that. Worrying about what might happen to them every day, every hour, every moment.]

Her voice, usually calm and gentle, sounded different today – more emphatic and firm.

As he focused on Sori’s voice, the call suddenly cut off.

Hyun Woo’s hand, holding the phone, dropped limply.

Momentarily lost in thought, he wondered, “Why would Sori meet with Cha Na Jung alone?”

Realizing his delayed reaction, he tried calling Sori back, but she didn’t answer.

“Fearlessly, all by herself.”

He wished he could rush to her if he knew where she was.

Then, he remembered a message he had ignored earlier.

Quickly sifting through numerous messages, he found one from Cha Na Jung.

[There’s one last thing I want to say. Come here. – Cha Na Jung]

Disregarding his remaining evening plans, he hurriedly got into his car.

After some time, Sori, hesitating at a bus stop, contemplated taking out her phone from her bag.

Was it sane to ask for a date?

Would he scold her, asking if she was taking the hospital lightly now that she was more at ease?

What should she say if he reacted angrily?

Feeling a bit down just by the thought, her eyes drooped. However, they soon lit up.

She remembered an excuse.

They were supposed to play house as a couple, so all of this was part of a fun game.

It was just to appear more natural before their official meeting.

Even with a response ready, her heart was still fluttering.

Unable to take out her phone earlier, she finally held it in her hand after boarding the bus home.

Squinting, she turned on the phone’s screen.

And there it was.

The chat bubble with the number 1 still hadn’t disappeared. Disappointed, she kept looking.

“Ah? It’s gone. He saw it!”

Her eyes widened in shock.

“Uh…”

Though she was looking at her phone screen, she could almost hear the ticking of a clock.

Each second felt like hours.

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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