Now that the representative had changed and new roles were being established, had become more special to Eunsu than she had initially thought. The camaraderie with the staff who had gone through the same process only deepened this feeling.
Ding-a-ling, a ceramic ornament hanging above the entrance made a clear sound. Eunsu smiled warmly as she approached a regular customer who had just walked in.
“It’s been a while. How have you been?”
“Good, thanks to you. I’ve been busy for a while but finally found some time to drop by. Wanted to change the mood and see the manager.”
“Thank you.”
After exchanging friendly greetings, the customer began looking at the chairs near the entrance and suddenly asked.
“Is Manager Kim in the workshop?”
“He’s on a business trip in Northern Europe.”
“Oh, really? I’m looking forward to the new container shipment then.”
“Please do. I told him to bring back all the good stuff.”
The customer smiled pleasantly and added.
“It seems you’ve fully settled in now. You’ve worked hard, really.”
Eunsu replied with a smile.
The customer had been visiting since the time of Juhan’s father and, unlike some regulars who stopped coming after the change of ownership and atmosphere, continued to visit regularly. They even offered valuable advice as a collector.
Manager Jang Hyunman, who was openly hostile to Juhan from the beginning, left the company two months after Juhan refused to comply with his way. However, he didn’t just leave; he took veteran employees and clients to start another vintage furniture shop called . Naturally, many customers were taken away.
At , only Seonkyung remained from the original staff, and there was Eunsu.
With just three of them, it was insufficient, so they quickly posted a job advertisement and hired Somin, and Eunsu brought in her acquaintance, Jaelim. Meanwhile, Juhan had to spend more than half of the first year abroad to find new clients.
Now somewhat settled, the staff often praised themselves for not running away and enduring well.
There were some who said it was regrettable compared to when Kim Kyunghoon was in charge, but others appreciated the trendier vibe.
“Manager.”
Eunsu turned at the familiar voice. Employee Somin was standing near the entrance.
Tall, over 170cm, with a robust build reminiscent of a sports college student, wearing loose jogger pants and sneakers, and sporting short, neat hair, Somin showed a truck key in one hand.
“I’ll be back from delivery.”
“Okay, drive safely.”
“Will do.”
As Somin walked away, a regular customer hesitantly asked.
“I’ve been curious for a while but didn’t dare to ask… Is that employee a handsome man or a pretty woman?”
Eunsu laughed.
“A pretty and handsome woman who’s also good at her job.”
“Oh, I see. That’s refreshing.”
Due to Somin’s androgynous appearance and husky voice, there were often misunderstandings about her gender.
A former judo athlete, Somin was strong and, thanks to her father running a woodworking shop, had a wealth of knowledge about wood. She was responsible for furniture maintenance, repair, and delivery along with Juhan.
After a customer who had stayed for a while left, a couple who had earlier gone up to the second-floor showroom came down, followed by Jaelim.
“We enjoyed our visit. We’ll come again next time.”
“Thank you. Feel free to come and browse anytime.”
Jaelim cheerfully responded to the woman’s greeting. As the couple left, the man’s voice carried through the closing door.
“I don’t get it. Why spend this money on used furniture instead of buying new?”
The woman playfully hit the man as they walked away. Eunsu and Jaelim exchanged a glance and shrugged simultaneously.
“Well, some people think that way. Furniture must be brand new, without a single scratch.”
“True. But I should write a blog post about it. About the charm of vintage furniture that new ones can’t compare to.”
Jaelim pretended to rapidly type on her phone. Eunsu chuckled softly.
Jaelim, whom Eunsu had met during another part-time job before joining the magazine, had the look of someone from a theater and film or modeling department but was actually a visual design major.
Initially aiming to become an MD at a fashion editorial shop, she was persuaded by Eunsu to join , where she managed the store display and ‘s social media. Her outgoing personality made her great at customer service.
“Finish checking the showroom for me. I’ll be in the office if you need anything.”
“Got it.”
Eunsu then headed to the second floor. She sat at her desk, diagonally across from Seonkyung, and started working.
In two weeks, she had a meeting with a representative of , a Danish furniture brand.
Not well-known in Korea, but Eunsu had long admired the furniture designed by ‘Marc Madsen,’ which was released by this company.
To secure an exclusive import agreement with for Korea, Eunsu had been putting in efforts from various angles and finally managed to arrange a meeting. It was a rare opportunity, as the only Korean employee at their headquarters was coming to Korea after several years.
The desk at Eunsu’s spot was also from , a rosewood desk made in the mid-1950s.
‘You seemed to like this desk the last time you were here.’
That was what Juhan said when Eunsu found the desk at her spot on her first day at .
She was amazed as it was a rare item from her favorite designer. She thought she managed to hide her excitement, but it seemed she was quite transparent.
Eunsu shook her head lightly to clear her thoughts and focused on her work.
“Manager, aren’t you leaving yet?”
Eunsu was brought back to reality by Seonkyung’s voice. Realizing it was time to close the shop, she smiled and gestured.
“Go ahead, I’ll just finish this up and leave.”
As Seonkyung packed up, Jaelim and Somin also came upstairs. After exchanging goodbyes, they left together, and Eunsu quickly wrapped up the remaining work.
“Alright, done.”
After saving her work and shutting down the computer, Eunsu stretched out long and hard. It was already deep into the night.
Eunsu hurriedly grabbed her bag, turned off the lights on the second floor, and went downstairs. She turned off the showroom lights and was about to lock the door when she heard a noise behind her. Startled, she turned around and her eyes widened.
“What are you doing here?”
Juhan was entering, dragging a carry-on bag.
“Why wouldn’t I be here, it’s my place.”
“Weren’t you supposed to come back next Tuesday?”
“The work finished a bit early.”
“Did you find much?”
“I was about to wrap up in Copenhagen, but it felt lacking, so I went over to Helsinki. Found some unexpected treasures there.”
“That’s good.”
Juhan looked somewhat weary from the long flight. Eunsu pointed towards the stairs leading to the rest of the building.
“Then go up and rest.”
The rooftop of the building, where the attic was located, served as Juhan’s residence. Though called an attic, it was essentially a penthouse.
“Why are you leaving work just now?”
“I had some things I needed to finish today. But… what’s that?”
Eunsu pointed to something in Juhan’s hand, the one not holding the carry-on bag.
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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