Myeong-ok’s eyes flickered, sensing her only escape route from this situation.
“What conversation are you talking about?”
“From Malaysia…”
“So, in the hotel in Malaysia, you buy her clothes, and then what?”
Tae-sang moved closer, his quickened speech and intimidating footsteps constricting Myeong-ok’s breath.
“So, that is…”
“What’s next? What happens after that?”
He leaned in slowly, asking. Myeong-ok’s face darkened in sync with his deliberate movements. She froze, unable to utter a word.
“Playing with a nonexistent card is enough for one time. Even if it exists, it doesn’t matter.”
Tae-sang had been tracking Myeong-ok’s actions that day through his secretaries.
Who she instructed, what she was plotting. Anything that unsettled Da-jeong had to be eradicated. Experiencing such a terrible incident was more than enough.
A chilly air enveloped them. Myeong-ok just gaped at Tae-sang, speechless.
Suddenly, the silence was pierced by the loud ring of her phone.
Tae-sang straightened up and stepped back, his gaze still fixed as he moved his legs, like a wolf eyeing its prey.
“Answer it. It must be the chairman.”
The mention of the chairman made Myeong-ok flinch.
“You didn’t go to the chairman too, did you? You, Cha Tae-sang?”
Myeong-ok’s face showed disbelief.
Because of the title ‘3rd generation of Hyo-sung’, Tae-sang always refrained from seeking help from Chairman Cha.
From a young age, he preferred solving problems on his own and never relied on the chairman for company matters.
Now, he had already visited the chairman’s office that morning. Myeong-ok realized the seriousness of the situation.
It wasn’t just something she shouldn’t have meddled with.
It was something she should never, ever have touched. That seemingly innocent girl.
“Hurry and answer. He seemed quite angry.”
Tae-sang left with just those words, his departure echoing like a death knell.
Myeong-ok’s hands trembled as she looked at her phone. Indeed, the caller was Chairman Cha.
A matter concerning Tae-sang’s marriage. How much the firm-minded Chairman Cha would rage was obvious.
She hesitantly picked up the phone.
“Hello…”
“「What on earth are you doing outside!」”
Chairman Cha’s voice boomed through the phone.
“「I’ve never even met my precious future daughter-in-law. And you meet her first!」”
“Sorry, I just happened to…”
“「Already acting like a mother-in-law? Making our precious girl cry!」”
“……I’m sorry, Father.”
“「No need for a long talk! Come back immediately, now!」”
In the darkening afternoon, Da-jeong stood in front of the induction stove, glaring at her phone with dissatisfaction.
“I did as I was told…”
Da-jeong’s first attempt at making vongole pasta was a disaster. The noodles were overcooked to a mushy texture, and the seasoning was inconsistent, making it impossible to tell if it was too salty or too bland.
Trusting just one video for a first-time cooking attempt was clearly a mistake.
“Haah…”
Despite her reasons, Da-jeong couldn’t help feeling regretful as she recalled the previous night.
Last night, she fell asleep reading a book. When she woke up in the middle of the night, the room was dark, and Tae-sang seemed to have visited.
Regretting that she had dozed off on their first night living together, Da-jeong tiptoed downstairs. The living room was silent and empty of Tae-sang.
Then, something colorful caught her eye.
On the dining table was a bag typically used for wine or champagne. Hastily, Da-jeong opened the fridge.
As expected, there was an unfamiliar bottle of champagne and a cake inside.
She regretted being asleep and not knowing about these thoughtful gestures.
Later, Da-jeong waited eagerly for Tae-sang to leave for work.
Early in the morning, hearing sounds downstairs, she rushed down like an excited puppy. She boldly promised to cook a delicious dinner that would pair well with the champagne.
“Why did I even…”
Standing in front of the disastrous pasta, she sighed heavily, wishing she could scold her morning self.
Should she order delivery now?
With uncertainty, her hand reached for her phone. She opened a delivery app, and the screen filled with nearby restaurants offering authentic vongole.
She stared blankly at a customer’s review photo, feeling even more frustrated.
“What are you looking at so intently?”
Startled, Da-jeong turned around. Tae-sang, who had just showered, stood behind her. His hair was slightly damp, and a faint scent of body wash emanated from him.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
She quickly hid her phone behind her back.
Afraid that being caught looking at delivery apps would make the already unappetizing pasta seem worse, she forced a smile.
Tae-sang tilted his head slightly, observing Da-jeong’s face.
He was sure he had seen a delivery food menu on her screen.
Her evasive expressions and actions were noticeably awkward. He slowly scanned her small face, which avoided direct eye contact.
Tae-sang pondered.
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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