“I guess I’m a jealous person. It would be nice if Taeseo could dream of me only.”
Words advising not to have bad dreams could be said so beautifully. Taeseo raised her hand to gently stroke Jaein’s smooth cheek.
“I want that too. I wish you were everywhere I look.” Taeseo, expressing this silently in her heart, made Jaein smile shyly.
“Anytime is okay. Whenever Taeseo wants to talk.”
He didn’t know she had such a considerate side. Merely saying he would wait, Taeseo confessed to the woman who embraced him as if taking his first breath in life, the day he cried the most in his life.
“Mom slit her wrists.”
Taeseo felt strength in Jaein’s hands that held him. Surprisingly, he realized that he could show a slight smile to her, even with eyes full of worry, and a small uplift of his lips.
Was it Yun Jaein’s command? Taeseo leaned closer to her and hugged her. Phew, the breath held in for a long time scattered into the humid air of the winter night. Little by little, courage surged.
It was the first time talking about that day to someone. Taeseo thought it was time to gradually release the stones that had been weighing on his heart for a long time. It had been something he hadn’t dared to do.
“Every day, I used to drink the milk Mom gave me and fall asleep. The milk contained sleeping pills.”
“……”
“That day, there were more sleeping pills than usual, and when I woke up, a lot of time had passed. The house was quiet. Only the sound of water running, no signs of life.”
Expressing it wasn’t as difficult as he thought. Jaein’s voice, whispering softly into his ear, was calm. As if reading a cruel fairy tale unrelated to him.
“Mom locked the bathroom door and didn’t come out. I waited for Mom on the bathroom rug until the black night passed and the bright blue dawn light shone. I stood, my legs hurting, then sat down, and sometimes even kneeled. I gathered courage to knock on the bathroom door and tried turning the doorknob. Cold air flowed out from under the door with a solid light, and later, I found myself lying there with my face pressed against it.”
Taeseo painted that night. Even with closed eyes, the scenes vividly appeared. The temperature, humidity, brightness, and smell of that night instantly seized his senses.
“It was cold, hard, dark, and scary. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but it felt like I held it in. It seemed like I shouldn’t leave that place. I waited for Mom like that.”
“Waiting for the door to open, even if she didn’t smile at me, even if she didn’t pat my head… I just wished for someone who could be called Mom to exist in the world.”
In the dream, he cried so much, but now that he had spoken, not a single tear flowed. Taeseo hugged her to mend the emptiness she was experiencing for the first time. In the process, he realized that this emptiness was a sense of liberation.
“Ah…”
It was both hot and cold. It was an overwhelming joy, almost painful, accompanied by a shiver and a strange sensation as if his heart was vomiting deep seawater.
The things that were dark and sticky seemed to fall away, and in their place, a tingling sensation filled the void. The emotion directed towards the woman embracing him was more powerful than ever before.
Suddenly, Taeseo realized that Jaein was crying. Her cheek pressed against his, her tears soaked into his clothes. Her delicate shoulders were trembling.
Taeseo, who held his breath, closed his eyes. At this moment, he willingly wanted to kneel down in gratitude for the woman crying for him.
“Enough with the tears. Just say what you have to say and leave.”
“Do you have some money?”
“…Do I look like I have any?”
Jung Jaehoon raised his bloodshot eyes and glared at Yuri sitting across the table. The situation was a mess when she showed up at this hour. It seemed like he was being chased by money and tormented by people as much as she was.
Several contracts were terminated due to the misconduct and statements of the affiliated artists. He had to pay several times the contract amount and reach out to artists who weren’t responding.
The lawsuit continued. He had lawsuits against others, and others had lawsuits against him. Despite trying to block them somehow, it was practically bankruptcy. Shaving was a luxury, and he continued through days without even properly changing his clothes.
All the office staff had quit, but for some reason, the secretary who came in last was the only one still by his side. It was a bizarre situation.
“Are you going to give up on Yoon Jae-in like this?”
“…Go away.”
“I’m asking if you’re going to give up! Even if you’ve lost everything, shouldn’t you at least keep Yoon Jae-in?”
“How can I!”
Exhausted from the difficult situation and irritated by Yuri, Jaehoon yelled at the glass that came to scratch him. Was he the one who wanted to be like this? Whenever he closed his eyes, Yoon Jae-in, who was with Gang Taeseo, came to mind.
“Darn it…”
Holding her hand, embracing her shoulders, imagining Taeseo kissing her cheeks, lips—thinking about it felt like he would die.
The wildfire-like imagination spreading against Yoon Jae-in was dirty and vulgar. Everything Jaehoon had desired. But the thought of Taeseo, not me, doing that made his blood boil in reverse.
“Hey, you, doing some business and forgetting, did you forget who you originally are? Don’t act noble. You’re the guy who wanted to kidnap Yoon Jae-in and die together!”
“…Get lost.”
Jaehoon grimaced, covering the wound on his jaw, and pointed to the door. But Yuri didn’t back down.
“Why live so miserably? Instead, I’d rather say, just die with Yoon Jae-in!”
“What…?”
“I’ll help you. Properly this time.”
“…….”
“Before you die, you should experience Yoon Jae-in at least once.”
Whispering like a devil, Jo Yuri’s large eyes gleamed.
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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