As I watched Eharu lower her head, a feeling of heartache washed over me. I wondered why it always had to be like this. It felt as though I was the guilty one. Yet, it was you who left me, yet every word I utter seems to wound you. My eyes began to well up with emotion.
Ah, Kim Jun. Every time I see Eharu, tears just flow. Please, get a grip on yourself, please…
I couldn’t respond to your hesitation, and my gaze dropped along with my bowed head.
I wanted to know. If you were the one who planned this program. If you were the first to harbor the desire to find your first love. If it wasn’t that you were dragged here against your will, but that Eharu willingly came to me.
Even if the answer to all these questions was ‘no,’ did you not harbor even a little expectation of meeting me?
Suddenly, I remembered our last conversation in Japan. Your response to my almost coercive proposal to turn the time we spent together into a screenplay.
“Alright. I’ll do it.”
“…You’ll do it.”
“You expected me to say this.”
“I didn’t expect you to agree this easily.”
“Then it’s even better. I gave you more than you expected.”
“…Right. That makes sense. You’re right.”
When I heard your agreement to work on the screenplay with me, it felt almost like defeat.
Eharu had clearly agreed to do what I wanted. As if that response was proving that there was indeed false sincerity in those memories.
Besides, you believed I called you to my house merely to push the proposal to work on the screenplay. You acted as if you knew no other reason.
…Let’s say that day, I called you over just to get an agreement to write the screenplay. Let’s say there wasn’t even a speck of my desire to see you. After all, ours was a relationship better suited for lies than truth.
But in the first place, it was you who came to me. So, maybe there was some reason you couldn’t contact me until now, something like…
“I did it.”
“What did you do?”
“That plan, the first person I planned it with was my friend Jeong Eun. It was both of us who first came up with it.”
“Why?”
“No particular reason. It just happened to be the reorganization season, and when we started drafting the plan, it was spring, so…”
“So what?”
“Did you think of me because it was spring?”
“What are you talking about?”
Eharu laughed it off. But the way your eyes wavered fueled a baseless hope within me. My heart started racing.
“Why, the day I first met you. You always used to say I was like spring itself. So, when you were planning, because it was spring, did you think of me, your first love?”
“It’s not that.”
“Really not?”
“Not at all. And even if it was, why does it matter? You have a girlfriend now…”
“Girlfriend?”
“No, not that. I mean, I’m not even your girlfriend now, so what’s the point of such words?”
I took a deep breath, feeling as if my heart had sunken inside.
“A program about finding first loves, right?”
“Yes.”
“So, did you want to find me?”
“…”
“I’m really asking this. Did you find me?”
“…”
“Eharu.”
“…”
“Did you find me?”
“Kim Jun, I’m uncomfortable with this conversation. Let’s stop.”
At that moment, any unreasonable hope I had shattered, stabbing at my heart. I couldn’t find the words to continue. A question so crucial to me was nothing more than an inconvenient and trivial inquiry you wanted to dismiss.
To me, it seems I am only that much to you.
“Alright, let’s stop here. Let’s end today’s conversation at this point.”
“No, I didn’t mean that.”
But as soon as I finished speaking, I stood up. It wasn’t an empty gesture. Just sitting here in front of you, I felt myself sinking into an endless abyss.
“Eharu.”
“…….”
“Just so you know, that sofa at my place, your beloved attachment sofa, I couldn’t throw it away, not that I didn’t want to.”
“What?”
“That’s the difference in how you and I deal with memories. Let’s just leave it at that for today. I don’t feel like talking more. Anyway, whatever I’d say today would just make you uncomfortable.”
I turned my back on a bewildered Eharu and walked towards the door. A heavy sigh escaped my dry lips.
Sigh, it’s so heavy…
I lay my face down on the desk in the broadcasting station’s conference room, the same spot as yesterday. The murmurs of people around me ebbed and flowed. I was the only one lying still in the same position. Then, I found myself thinking of Jun from yesterday again.
“The real question I’m asking is this. Did you find me?”
My heart was always searching for you. But what would change if I said that? You have a girlfriend now. Why bother with your feelings now? So please, don’t ask such questions. It’s difficult for me too…
“That sofa in my house, your beloved attachment sofa, I couldn’t throw it away, not that I didn’t want to.”
…I never even considered that. Before meeting you, I thought I was the only one burdened by those memories. That I was the only one struggling not to let go.
But it seems those memories, as painful as they were, also provided you with some support. Maybe sometimes. Just a little…
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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