As winter set in, the evening darkened early. Sungjun’s car stopped in front of Yura’s house.
“Ms. Choi Yura, wake up now.”
Sungjun gently shook Yura’s shoulder, who was sound asleep.
Mm-hmm.
Yura, still in a deep sleep, couldn’t even open her eyes. She tossed and turned, then turned her head towards the driver’s seat before falling asleep again.
When Sungjun saw her delicate facial features, his heart sank.
“How lovely.”
A thought that unexpectedly crossed his mind surprised Sungjun.
On the way to her home, Sungjun offered to take the intoxicated Yura. Throughout the ride, Sungjun felt heavy-hearted. It was an unavoidable situation, but seeing her in pain and distress tugged at his heart.
He firmly resolved not to waver anymore and proceeded straight to her apartment. However, unexpectedly meeting Yura again shattered his determination like a sandcastle swept away by the waves.
“Seeing each other next week? Could it be that she’s not joking about actually getting married in a fit of anger?”
Deep vertical lines appeared on Sungjun’s forehead. He couldn’t be sure because Yura, who could go anywhere, was unpredictable.
An unpleasant emotion slowly rose.
“Even if that were the case, what are you going to do in this situation?”
Having cut off contact so abruptly after seeing it all, as Sung Jihun, he couldn’t show up in front of Yura now.
“Sung Jihun, meet her and see. You’ll break her!”
Yura’s angry voice still echoed in Sungjun’s ears.
Sungjun let out a sigh full of regret.
It wasn’t originally about moving to a rooftop apartment. If that hadn’t happened, he wouldn’t have met Choi Yura. Naturally, he wouldn’t have had to deal with such worries.
However, now that he had met Yura again.
Sungjun realized that he had crossed a river that could not be crossed back. Even if he returned to his normal life without incident, it would no longer be as satisfying as before.
Somehow, Yura had already entered deep into his heart.
Sungjun stared fixedly at Yura’s face, captivated as if under a spell. For dozens of minutes, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
When he came to his senses, his son-in-law was completely surrounded by darkness.
Sungjun, with a frustrated feeling, shook Yura’s shoulder.
“Ms. Choi Yura, we’re very late. Please wake up.”
Yura’s eyelashes trembled, and her eyelids slowly opened.
“Umm, who…”
Struggling to lift her head, Yura, still half asleep, looked at Sungjun with a confused gaze.
Subsequently, the strong scent of alcohol and mumbled words mixed together emerged from her mouth.
“This, Sung Jihun, that jerk…”
“Uh… Ms. Choi Yura?”
“Where did he go and now he’s back!”
With an urgent cry, Yura embraced Sungjun tightly around the neck.
“Ms. Choi Yura, if you do this… Ugh!”
Before Sungjun could finish his sentence, Yura passionately pressed her lips against his.
Suddenly faced with this situation, Sungjun instinctively closed his lips.
But only for a moment.
Unable to endure any longer, Sungjun firmly wrapped his arms around Yura’s back.
“Umm…”
With Yura’s delicate voice, her arms around his neck tightened even more.
Sungjun, without hesitation, savored the smooth texture on his lips that were in contact with hers.
It was a moment when the 35 years he had lived with a cold rationality were swept away.
Not as someone’s secretary, not as a polite and mannered man, but as a man, Sungjun delved deep into Yura.
At this moment, Sungjun’s mind was filled only with the image of a woman he loved to the point of madness, held in his arms.
The problems that stood between them were buried in the darkness.
Around that time, Jaein and Dohyuk were comfortably seated at the dining table.
“Yura isn’t answering the phone. Do you think she’s doing well?”
Jaein fidgeted with her phone anxiously.
Dohyuk then smiled as if it were inevitable.
“Ms. Seo Jaein, don’t you know Director Kim? He’s probably the safest man on Earth whom you can trust to take care of a drunk friend.”
“Is that so?”
“Of course. Yura seemed pretty drunk. She’s probably fast asleep at home by now.”
“That makes sense. I worried for no reason.”
Only then did a bright smile appear on Jaein’s face.
Dohyuk chuckled while glancing at her.
“Now you’re back to normal.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ms. Seo Jaein, you’re looking into my eyes properly after two days.”
“Oh…”
Distracted by the events surrounding Yura, Jaein momentarily forgot.
Jaein, with a blush on her face, stood up from her seat and Dohyuk followed suit, blocking her path.
“Running away again?”
“…No.”
“Then, can you stay a little longer?”
…!
When Jaein looked at him with surprised eyes, Dohyuk explained as if making an excuse.
“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything. I just want to be with you a little longer because… I want to.”
Two days ago, Dohyuk was undoubtedly conscious of the words he had spoken.
“As Ms. Seo Jaein said, I was scared a while ago. I almost couldn’t endure it. It’s just that I want to be with you…”
Jaein’s heart started to beat rapidly.
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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