It had a tone between a column and an essay, making it easy to maintain a professional image without being too heavy.
“Is it this one for this month?”
“Yeah.”
The design was primitive, if not simple, but when you actually sat on it, you felt a delicate support for every part that touched the chair—a ‘Pin Lee’ armchair.
It was decided not to mention that Jang Hyunman had come and hit this chair with salt while Juhan was away on a business trip.
“I’ll finish quickly. Just a moment.”
Eunsu, who had a habit of writing drafts directly on paper whenever possible, started sharpening his pencil again.
Juhan observed Eunsu’s concentration silently, with his mouth shut.
At that moment, a text message came from Kiwoo.
[You met CEO Choi Sung-ha at K Hotel a while ago. When did you come to Korea?]“Where on earth does he hear news so quickly? Is he part of the National Intelligence Service or something?”
Juhan unintentionally mumbled, perhaps disturbing Eunsu, and he looked around.
Coincidentally, Eunsu seemed to have something to say and turned his head.
“This chair, you know. I wrote about the rare combination of spacious area and well-maintained leather, and the modern details connecting the arms to the legs. But if I had to emphasize one, what do you think you’d write about?”
After a moment’s contemplation, Juhan replied, “Details. The leather is so good that it might look a bit heavy. I think highlighting the details you mentioned would balance it out. Those small features are the parts that can be easily missed unless someone points them out.”
“Okay. Totally agree. Thanks for the great suggestion.”
After quickly writing a few more lines and checking, Eunsu closed the notebook.
“Finished? Is work over now?”
“Yeah.”
“Good job, Manager.”
“You too, CEO.”
They exchanged polite greetings that, despite being in formal language, sounded strangely less formal and more like a joke, making them both laugh simultaneously.
“Now let’s turn off the lights and go home.”
Quickly grabbing his bag, Eunsu led the way with the lively steps typical of a regular office worker leaving work.
Turning off the lights at the entrance and looking back, Juhan, who he thought was following him, was seen standing inside.
“What are you doing in the dark?”
“It’s dark, so I felt like doing something.”
“What?”
Eunsu narrowed his eyes. Juhan raised his eyebrows and gestured.
“Come here for a moment, Eunsu.”
If it wasn’t for a moment.
Eunsu couldn’t resist and approached.
Although there were lights in the garden, it was so dark inside that only silhouettes were visible.
Juhan found Eunsu’s hand and, with his other hand, quickly pulled Eunsu’s bag down and placed it beside him.
Then he directed Eunsu to sit at the desk where he had been waiting.
“What do you want to do?”
“Is it better to describe that in words, or is it better to just do it?”
“Just do it.”
A suppressed laugh burst out.
Holding Eunsu’s hands tightly, Juhan lowered his head and pressed his lips to Eunsu’s forehead.
He left a warm mark on the tip of his nose and on his cheek, then tilted his head to overlap their lips. Just as they were about to do so, a vibration sounded from Juhan’s pocket.
“It’s like a call or something. Answer it.”
“You don’t have to.”
A subtle annoyance seeped into the low response.
Today, his sensitive tone and rushed touch felt more provocative, and Eunsu willingly accepted the approaching Juhan.
Even though he wasn’t doing anything with someone he shouldn’t and wasn’t doing something he shouldn’t, perhaps because it was dark, it felt more secretive and sticky than usual.
Juhan and Eunsu, both preoccupied and immersed, didn’t even notice.
Neither did they notice that someone had entered the garden, nor that the person, who clearly seemed to think the business was over at , witnessed some movements that seemed unusual and innocuous.
Ding!
The sound of the doorbell had never sounded so eerie.
The person who came in with determination, the two inside who were clearly startled – “A, a thief…! Huh?”
“… Hyung?”
Juhan first recognized Kiwoo. Kiwoo, who had hesitated, felt along the wall next to the door and pressed the switch.
The room brightened, and all three squinted their eyes, then finally opened them.
“Hey, you… You guys…”
Sitting on the desk, Eunsu, Juhan standing too close, and even the conspicuously crumpled shirt of Juhan, which looked suspicious to anyone, were witnessed by Kiwoo, who gasped.
Blushing, Eunsu pushed Juhan, and Juhan, incongruously smaller in size, staggered back like a paper doll.
“No, I knew you were coming, Juhan, so I tried contacting you, but since you didn’t answer, I came here directly. It seems like the business is over, but someone saw someone inside and thought it smelled like a crime… But we got it wrong.”
Kiwoo, who had fumbled around, chuckled awkwardly, then put the well-prepared phone, ready to report to the police with the press of a button, into his pocket.
Hurriedly, Eunsu said, “If it was something like a real thief, Sunbae could have been in danger too. Thanks for not pretending not to know.”
“I was going to say sorry for not pretending not to know. Anyway, but you guys…”
Juhan coughed awkwardly and said, “It turned out like this.”
Kiwoo snorted in bewilderment.
“How did it turn out like that?”
“The fake one turned out to be real.”
Then, looking at the embarrassed Eunsu, Juhan added with a commotion, “It’s peaceful, right? The secret I had to keep is gone.”
“What kind of nonsense is this again? What do you mean, you two dating makes me peaceful? Now, it doesn’t seem much different from a crime scene. There’s a more shameless thug than a thief right now.”
Kiwoo, who criticized Juhan, punched the air.
“I can overlook it once, but from the second time, I can’t let it slide for free. If you’re going to break up now, pay me and break up. 100 million won per person.”
“Why should I pay? And why should Hyung receive it?”
“Hey, scared? It’s just money you won’t get if you don’t break up anyway.”
Eunsu peeked out behind Juhan.
“Don’t talk about things like a shortage of money. And about how things will turn out for people…”
Juhan turned around at Eunsu’s words.
Of course, no one knew how things would turn out, but for now, the atmosphere was like going with the trend of ‘having it and not having it.’
Eunsu silently agreed 100% and closed his mouth obediently.
Kiwoo asked subtly, “By the way, does Jang Sol-hee know about this?”
“Huh? Not yet…”
“Can’t you keep her from knowing?”
Juhan raised his eyebrows as if asking what he was talking about. Eunsu also grinned.
“What’s between us, really?”
“Why, why are you saying that?”
“Well… Now that I think about it, Sol-hee seemed to say something strange before.”
“What? What did she say?”
“If you’re good, you might see Sunbae kneeling…?”
Kiwoo’s complexion turned pale.
“I thought you forgot. Darn it…”
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…
——
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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