In front of a house with a high fence, Do Han brought the car to a halt.
Upon exiting the car and opening the passenger side door, Hyeri stumbled out.
Do Han, with a detached expression, took hold of her arm.
“Let’s go to the hospital.”
“No use going there. I’ll be fine after some rest.”
As Hyeri opened the front gate and passed through the garden, Do Han supported her.
When they entered the living room, Kyung Cheol, who was seated on the sofa, abruptly stood up upon seeing them.
“Hyeri! Did you collapse again?”
“No, dad. I just feel a bit dizzy.”
In deep thought, Kyung Cheol guided Hyeri to the sofa and sat her down.
He rushed into the kitchen, returned with a glass of water and medicine, and quickly handed it to his daughter.
“Why all of a sudden? Did something happen at school?”
“Just suddenly couldn’t breathe. This happens occasionally, you know.”
After Hyeri took the medicine and put the glass down on the table, Kyung Cheol sat next to her, holding her hand tightly.
She had been continuously treated for panic disorder, which began in her childhood, but it wasn’t easy to recover.
Although she seemed to be okay, there were unpredictable moments when the panic would strike.
Unable to constantly be by his grown daughter’s side, Kyung Cheol lived in constant anxiety.
“I couldn’t make it home by myself. I’m sorry, but I had to ask him.”
“There’s no need to apologize. That’s why I bought the car. You don’t need to worry about that.”
Hyeri glanced at Do Han.
It bothered her that her father only focused on his concerns and left him standing there.
“Dad. It’s been a while since he’s been home. Have a chat.”
Only then did Kyung Cheol turn his gaze to Do Han.
“Why are you standing there? Come and sit.”
“I have a class.”
Do Han didn’t think it was a time for leisurely conversation, so he planned to greet quickly and leave the house.
But Kyung Cheol seemed to have more to say.
“For the time being, bring Hyeri home after her classes end.”
“Dad. I’m really okay.”
Hyeri hurriedly stopped Kyung Cheol.
She had been riding Do Han’s car home since she entered university last year.
Having finally convinced Kyung Cheol to let her commute alone because she felt sorry, it was happening again.
“Are you okay? What if something suddenly happens?”
Hyeri sighed quietly.
She knew that he would not give an inch when it came to her.
In times like these, she had no choice but to compromise.
“Then just for a week. Okay? Dad.”
With no choice, Kyung Cheol nodded to his pleading daughter.
Looking at Hyeri with infinitely gentle eyes, Kyung Cheol turned a sharp gaze to Do Han.
“Why make things difficult when living here could solve the issue?”
“Why are you bringing that up again? Brother, you should go. Thanks for today.”
Hyeri grimaced, telling her father to stop.
Do Han watched the mother and daughter silently, then turned around to leave.
As he walked to the door, he heard the words they exchanged behind him.
“Dad, if you keep doing this, I’ll feel more sorry to him.”
“He deserves it. If he lives here, he could take our beloved daughter to school in the morning.”
“He already dropped out because of me and came to our school. That’s enough for me to be grateful and sorry.”
“Why be grateful for just that? What did Do Han do to you?”
At the sound of Kyung Cheol’s rising voice, Do Han paused for a moment.
He had to open the door, but his hand was powerless.
Kyung Cheol, seeing Do Han still standing at the door, raised his voice even more as if to make him hear.
“He should live with the feeling of paying back a lifelong debt to you.”
“Dad……”
No matter how much Hyeri tried to stop him, it was no use.
“That bastard. To me, all I see is hypocrisy, no matter what he does.”
Do Han closed his eyes tightly and then opened the door.
He stepped outside, got into the car, and only then did it feel like he could breathe.
A feeling of paying back a lifelong debt.
It wasn’t a wrong statement, but as it came from his father, Ji Kyung Cheol, a twisted laugh seeped out.
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Monday morning, 9 o’clock.
Sa Rang arrived early and sat in the front of the lecture hall.
However, as time passed and Do Han didn’t show up, she moved to the very back to reserve a spot.
So that he could easily find a seat even if he came late.
She thought of calling him but decided against it.
She still felt cautious about calling him.
She was playing with her phone, fearing that she would be a bother over trivial matters, when the class started.
Fortunately, he entered through the back door while the professor was taking attendance.
When Do Han sat down next to her, Sa Rang seemed to understand why he was late.
The faint smell of alcohol suggested that he had been drinking till dawn.
His face seemed considerably distressed due to fatigue.
She wondered if he was retaking this class to actually pass or not, as it seemed like she was more worried about it than Do Han was.
If he was a junior, she might have scolded him, but as he was six years her senior, she could not.
As she secretly sighed, the professor’s voice caught her attention.
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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