As I held Haru in my arms, I felt a sensation of fatigue leaving my body, which I had almost been unable to contain until a moment ago.
Haru, with their small body, seemed to want to support me in any way possible, squirming around in my embrace. Finding their movements cute, I just watched silently.
Playfully, Haru leaned a bit more into my shoulder. Of course, if my full weight were to fall, Haru might collapse, so just a little bit.
Doing so, Haru, wrapped my waist more tightly. With those small hands, they gently stroked my back. It seemed pitiful. I barely managed to suppress the laughter that was about to come out.
When I was asked if I was tired, I casually replied that I might be. I lowered my head, where the rich scent of Haru’s shampoo lingered. Despite being tired, it was a good decision to come and see their face. I was thinking it would be nice to continue like this all night. But then.
“Well, want to rest a bit at our place?”
For a moment, I thought I misheard. Rest at our place? Haru’s house? Me?
I stopped my intention to leave for a moment and thought about it. A wry smile escaped shortly afterward.
Haru, so innocently immersed. You, just because I look tired, just because it seems like you’re exhausted, you’re literally saying to come to your house, rest for a bit, and leave.
I felt momentarily pathetic for having entertained such a thought.
I took Haru’s slender arm and made them look at me. Our eyes met. Haru’s eyes, moistened by the spring evening, did not avoid my gaze.
Am I still lingering in the Kim Joon of my twenties in those eyes?
How should I accept you, who is trying to bring a man into your house at this late hour? Now that things have come to this, worry takes precedence.
“Haru.”
“Yeah?”
The answer was cheerful. Only I seemed serious, again.
“Do you know what it means for a woman to bring a man into her house at this late hour?”
My question was somewhat serious.
“It doesn’t mean that.”
But surprisingly, I was the one flustered by Haru’s answer.
Did my eyes that looked down on you catch a glimpse of embarrassment?
Haru just smiled lightly. It was me who was disarmed by that smile.
“Okay, if it doesn’t mean that.”
I gently stroked Haru’s head.
“Not yet.”
Trying to calm my heart by brushing the bangs back, Haru sent a gaze that seemed to ask for a response.
“Let’s go home together now. You seem too tired. I just can’t let you go. I’m worried.”
I couldn’t see your face earlier because I was holding you. Maybe you said it like this before, too. With both cheeks turning this red. I don’t know what to do with you, so lovely.
But, Haru. Saying you just can’t let me go.
I bit my lips tightly. My chest felt warm. Now, it was no longer about Haru; it was about me being worried.
“Just rest for a bit. Have a warm cup of tea.”
Haru firmly told me once again, as if driving a nail to ensure I couldn’t have any distracting thoughts. Yes, while having a cup of tea, rest well and then leave. It feels somewhat deflating, but since it’s not meant that way, what can I do? As Haru said, with a light heart, I should just rest quietly and come out.
Although I wonder if it’s possible to truly rest with Haru.
“Yeah, it’s a perfect time for a warm cup of tea.”
Not catching onto the reversed meaning, I requested, “Yeah, hand me the suitcase. I’ll pull it.”
Perhaps noticing the suitcase I had placed next to me, Haru grabbed the handle and began pulling it forward. Rolling the wheels, I became confused about whether Haru was pulling the suitcase or being pulled by it, as I stood behind and watched.
“Enough, give it here. That suitcase seems like it’s going to swallow you up.”
Ignoring as if not hearing.
When we got into the elevator, there was a bit of a struggle between the floor gap, and taking advantage of Haru’s gaze directed downward, I gently lifted the end of the handle that had risen quite high.
Fortunately, Haru didn’t seem to notice, successfully getting the suitcase perfectly into the elevator. Then, looking at me, Haru made a triumphant expression.
Looking down at Haru like that, I said, “Thanks.”
With this one word, Haru lowered the corners of their eyes and smiled, giving off a crescent-like expression. It felt like a beautiful moon rising in this place where the spring night couldn’t be seen.
Knowing you could smile so beautifully, I should have said it ten times more.
Unfortunately, Haru didn’t have the luxury of living on the third floor. Moreover, someone who would listen to my words had already started to descend with determination, firmly holding the suitcase and starting the engine.
When getting off, I similarly lifted the handle slightly. Worried that you might look up, I nervously did it, but fortunately, your concentration seemed to be only on the lower part.
“But why have you been smiling since a while ago?”
As soon as we reached the door, Haru asked as if piercing me. Maybe all the concentration on the suitcase on the back of your head was cute; I smiled to myself, but it seems like you heard it all. What should I 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?
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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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