In the solid yet comforting embrace of Jun, it felt as if time had momentarily halted. Caught off guard by the sudden situation, I blinked in confusion before regaining my sense of reality.
“Ah, sorry. I stumbled.”
“No need to apologize to me. Are you okay?”
“Ah, yes… Uh, you can put me down now.”
“Ah, right.”
Only then did Jun lower his body, letting my feet touch the ground. But then,
“Ah!”
As soon as my right foot hit the ground, a sharp pain surged through the sole, deeply pierced by a splinter from the edge of the wooden stair earlier. As I was about to collapse, feeling like my legs had given out, I was gently lifted again.
“It won’t do. It looks like you’ve hurt your foot. Let me help you.”
“……What?”
In that moment, Jun effortlessly lifted me by supporting under my waist and knees, and started walking towards the living room. The living room, where we had been spending time until a moment ago, was softly illuminated by the gentle light of the lamp on the table.
The space, looking like a small moon floating just above the living room with its round and soft light, felt cozy. Jun’s steps moved into this space, and I was gently placed on the beige sofa by his hands.
Jun kneeled down to examine my foot but hesitated. He seemed to be gauging my reaction.
“I think you’re hurt, just want to check the wound.”
It seemed he was asking for permission, anticipating my embarrassment.
“Ah, yes… No, I’ll do it myself. I have medicine in my bag.”
“Your room, is it upstairs?”
My gaze naturally shifted to the long wooden staircase layered in front of us.
The thought of climbing up there with my injured foot, perhaps on hands and knees, was so daunting that I zoned out. However, Jun’s faint chuckle echoed softly in the still air.
“I won’t make you crawl up there. Just wait a moment.”
Jun stood up and rummaged through a cupboard in the corner of the living room, eventually sitting next to me with a small first-aid kit. He carefully placed my leg on his thigh and began to disinfect the wound.
“Does it hurt?”
“Umm…….”
“You look like you’re wondering why I’m asking when it’s obvious it hurts.”
His comment made me forget the pain for a moment as I chuckled, followed by Jun’s deeper laughter echoing after mine.
His soft laughter seemed to blend seamlessly with the quiet night air.
As he applied medicine to the deep cut on my foot, he frowned as if my pain had transferred to him. Unaware of how his casual kindness made my heart flutter.
While Jun was finishing up with the disinfection and bandaging, my eyes caught sight of a camera on the table.
“There……”
“Not ‘there,’ Jun.”
Still focused on bandaging my foot, Jun responded absentmindedly.
“Yeah, Jun.”
“Mhm.”
“By any chance, is your dream to be an actor? Or maybe a film director?”
“Which do you think?”
As he spoke, a square bandage was neatly taped onto the sole of my foot. Having finished his task, Jun looked up to meet my gaze.
“……Maybe, an actor?”
Jun nodded quietly a few times, his expression ambiguously affirming.
“Right?”
“No.”
“…….?”
“Everyone assumes I’m an actor when I ask like this, so I seriously considered changing my path to acting.”
Holding the camera that was on the table, Jun skillfully picked it up and gently turned the lens towards me.
“No matter how much I think about it, I have more to capture than be captured.”
When Jun spoke these words, the smile that appeared on his face seemed to carry a multitude of emotions, like a rainbow. It was a solemn yet touching smile, appearing strong yet infinitely gentle.
The deep emotions Jun harbored for his dream of being a film director seemed to surface in that faint smile.
Jun pushed the corners of his lips further up, broadening the smile he had just conjured. Then, returning the camera to the table, he asked me.
“Do you have a dream?”
Normally, such a question would be phrased as asking what one’s dream is. But Jun’s question seemed more open-ended, acknowledging that one might or might not have a dream.
This subtle difference might have loosened my tightly shut heart a little.
“……To call it a dream might be a stretch. But something I want to try is being a scriptwriter.”
“What made you feel distant from that aspiration?”
“Well, I’m not exactly sure, but being a scriptwriter seems like it requires being very active, and being friendly with guests without any hesitation… But I’m quite introverted. I take unnecessary pauses and choose my words carefully, both when speaking and responding. So, I often wonder if I’m chasing an unrealistic dream.”
The light from the lamp on the table brightly illuminated Jun’s and my expressions, but its softness seemed to conceal the blush of embarrassment creeping onto my face.
I thought that the warmth in Jun’s eyes matched the gentle light of the room. Perhaps that’s why I was able to speak words I normally wouldn’t.
Instead of responding immediately, Jun stared at me intently for a moment. His lips parted a beat later.
“Then, you could think of it in the opposite way.”
“The opposite?”
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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