Hyunsoo tilted his head and asked, “But, I remember that the foot bath scene was originally scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Am I right?”
“Oh, it seems like Writer Kim hasn’t heard yet. Perhaps, she contacted the actors first. There’s a forecast predicting rain the day after tomorrow. Since it’s impossible to shoot the foot bath scene indoors, they had no choice but to pull forward only this scene, or so I heard.”
“Ah… But wouldn’t it be better to shoot it after some rain? Have you by any chance been to the foot bath?”
“The foot bath? Not yet…”
“Oh, as expected. I went in once without knowing anything and ended up screaming like a madman when I got out.”
Hyunsoo shared his experience of mistakenly putting his foot in the foot bath and cursing.
However, for Minseo, who was listening to this story with a content smile, it was soon to be her own encounter. Considering the nature of movie shoots, it wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Please be more aware, Kim Hyunsoo…
“Writer Kim! Writer Seo!”
A distant voice carried by the wind faintly but vividly echoed. Turning our heads, it was quite a distance away. Near the gathering place of the film crew, Mijeong was waving her hand.
“Yes, over here! Please come this way for a moment!”
“Why!”
“There’s something you need to help us with!”
“Then why! Why didn’t you call Writer Seo? And why are we the only ones left here!”
Instead of considering Hyunsoo’s coming, Mijeong rushed toward us with urgent steps.
“Writer Kim, Writer Seo, we need you to come right now.”
“Why, and look, even now, they’re calling only Writer Kim again.”
“Oh, that’s… Director said Writer Kim needs to see the script now. That’s why.”
“The script?”
Hyunsoo’s question was exactly the same as the one I threw in my mind. A script? Until now, Jun hesitated to show me the script, saying that showing the script was no different from opening his heart. He had said he would show them one by one when the shooting started, so wait patiently.
I had forgotten. Was Jun ready to reveal the sincerity he had hidden in my heart from today?
In this overwhelming space that made me think of that day’s you and me even when standing still.
“Writer Kim, did you happen to see the script written by the director?”
My vacant gaze quickly found focus. While staring at Minseo with widened eyes, suddenly, the surroundings felt quiet. Looking away, I saw Mijeong, Hyunsoo, and Jeongeun walking toward the film crew.
“No. Not yet. Actually, I haven’t even seen the cover of the script so far.”
“Oh, I see. Well… you probably haven’t seen it after all.”
“…What?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to say anything special. When you read the script, how should I put it… Could anyone have guessed the depth of Jun’s heart, the heart of a twenty-year-old? I’ve had a lot of thoughts like that.”
A shiver ran down my spine, and the trembling sensation filled my chest, resonating up to my throat.
“The sincerity that couldn’t be conveyed by words and expressions has its own presence. What must be the director’s feelings now as she conveys the sincerity Jun couldn’t express nine years ago? I even imagined beyond the topic… It was more challenging than I thought to read those intensifying emotions.”
Her smile, tinged with an unexplained tenderness, became subtly poignant as she mentioned how it became difficult to read the script as she progressed.
“…So that’s how it is. I haven’t read it yet. You had such feelings…”
“Writer Kim, if you keep making such a sad face, you might regret what you just said.”
“What?”
“Just saying. I just hoped you had prepared your heart a little before reading it.”
“Oh, no. Minseo, it’s not sadness but a feeling that it might be sad. I made that expression because I thought it would be like that when reading the script.”
While making such excuses, I felt a surge of regret. A feeling that it might be sad, not sadness. That expression was made in anticipation of how it would feel when reading the script.
Despite hearing nonsensical words, Minseo nodded her head. Acting out the day at twenty, she seemed to readily understand my feelings. It was quite subtle. Her eyes seemed to convey an understanding that even my inadequacies were understandable because it was a day.
“Oh, right. The director said she would give you a separate script every time there’s a change in the shooting scene… Would you like to see mine first?”
“Now?”
“Yes. Right before the start of the movie shoot, now would be a timely moment, don’t you think?”
Before hearing my indecisive answer, Minseo started flipping through the long Post-it notes attached to the edge of the script. She unfolded a few, passing them over carelessly.
“Ah, here it is. Writer, here. Foot bath scene. Would you like to see only this part first?”
After a joyful exclamation, Minseo handed me the script.
“This is the director’s version script. So, it’s a script filled with the director’s sincerity.”
“Ah…”
A script filled with Jun’s sincerity. A script containing his sincerity that I hadn’t seen for nine years.
My heart started to beat rapidly.
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!”
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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…
——
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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