“…Why?”
“Kim Jun, why are you scared?”
“Because I don’t have any memories worthy of being called affectionate.”
“Why is that?”
“I expected the director to say things like, ‘Now that he’s a director, he’s doing childish jealousy,’ so I prepared for it.”
“Then that expectation completely missed the mark.”
“…What?”
He looked quite taken aback.
“You used the word jealousy in the simplest terms, but it might be something different.”
“If you mean saying I’m childish, then that’s enough. Whether you hear it directly or indirectly, the situation is the same.”
“Regret, it seems.”
Now Jun began to be aware of the flow of the conversation that had gone off course. The atmosphere around Jun, who began to ponder the words that he couldn’t predict, was silent.
“Jealousy is just a simple term, but it feels like there’s a much deeper origin.”
“Ah, you don’t know the meaning of regret?”
Jun’s sigh was heard before my question.
“Since you know it very well, keep talking. I’m listening carefully.”
Unlike the calm tone, the end of his words crawled faintly as if it were pricking. It was as if I had just discovered the language to express my emotions.
“The time you couldn’t catch me at the age of twenty was too long.”
“…”
“But the person who looks exactly like you quickly caught my gaze, making me excited while acting as twenty-year-old Jun. You might conclude that what you felt at that time was jealousy, but maybe it was just a way to vent. To put it bluntly.”
“Vent?”
“Ah, vent means…”
“Ha, I know the meaning. But saying it’s a vent, it’s a bit unexpected.”
“So, you remembered your past from the person who will act the time you lost. So, because you already know the nine years alternately with that person, you feel regretful, lingering, and unfair. Maybe that’s why you reacted more sharply due to the sudden emotions coming closer.”
“…So, it was harder to watch Yoo Jihoon quietly.”
“Yeah, because the regret about the time that passed was great.”
“…It wasn’t a bad interpretation.”
Jun answered like a critic reviewing what I wrote. But it was an answer with only evaluation and no emotion. I was curious about his inner thoughts. So, do you agree with what I said? As if asking jokingly, Jun said.
“Strongly agree. But I have an objection.”
“…Huh?”
“To be honest, I was a little surprised. Did that complex emotion I felt at that time start from there? I was listening while understanding.”
“Then… where is the objection?”
“It’s true that Yoo Jihoon was jealous.”
“…What?”
“Since you packaged it so beautifully, I was thinking whether to say it or not. Surely, if a similar situation happens again, I’ll probably do this again. I can’t hold back thinking about your words every time.”
Even though I was sitting in the chair with a seatbelt, I felt like I wanted to sit down.
“Why on earth do you get jealous…”
“Is the truth coming out today?”
“…”
“Should it have just been regret without jealousy?”
“…
“Haru, please look at me for a moment. It’s been nine years since we met. The time you spent away from me was much longer. The time you believed I abandoned you was also that long.”
I was searching for words to respond while my drying lips remained silent. Jun intertwined his fingers with mine through my hands. Then, quietly, he brought my hand towards his lips and kissed the back of it.
“Haru is the only one in this world. That’s why.”
It was a statement that couldn’t be ignored. No matter where I heard it, the surroundings faded away, and only he was visible. Hesitatingly, I reciprocated, pressing my lips against Jun’s knuckles.
“Kim Jun, you’re also the only one in this world. Yoo Jihoon resembles you, but he can’t be you. The reason I felt excited seeing Jihoon today and the cause were all you.”
“Yeah, I understand. I know what you mean.”
“Seeing you smile, I guess you understand everything.”
“I already knew it well.”
“After being jealous.”
“That was undoubtedly regret, similar to repentance.”
“Suddenly speaking in an actor-like tone, it’s strange.”
“You said that earlier, didn’t you?”
Even with these words, Jun’s smile, which began to rise on his lips, didn’t seem to fade away. Thus, we lingered in the aftermath of the affectionate words we exchanged.
“Hey, Haru.”
Jun’s voice, which had been silent for a while, was cautious as he called me.
“Yeah?”
“…I can’t say it because you look too cheerful.”
“…What were you trying to say?”
The warmth that filled the car just a moment ago turned cold in an instant.
Jun started tapping my lips with his knuckles, a sign of uneasiness.
“What’s wrong? Just tell me.”
“…I started thinking it might not be the right time now.”
“Don’t play around.”
“I’m not playing around…”
Though it was a straightforward answer, Jun’s tightly pressed lips seemed unable to release the words. When the car momentarily stopped due to a signal, Jun finally spoke.
“…I’m leaving the country this Saturday.”
“Ah…”
It was a sudden announcement. I couldn’t find any words to add to what Jun struggled to say.
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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