Faced with Seonwoo’s formidable gaze, Green stiffened and decided to drop any pretense and tell the truth.
“I’m sorry, Seonwoo. I lied. In my first year of college, I went on blind dates and met about five guys, but none lasted more than a week. Even the men I seriously dated didn’t last more than three months. I’m sorry for disappointing you.”
With her eyes tightly shut and fists clenched, Green quickly confessed everything before she could change her mind, almost like rapping.
However, as Seonwoo remained silent for a long time, an anxious Green cautiously looked up. He seemed utterly perplexed.
“I knew from the beginning that what you said this morning was a lie. But I don’t understand why you thought I’d be disappointed.”
“You knew? How?”
“Because the kiss was too clumsy.”
Seonwoo seemed just trying to understand her feelings, unaware or uncaring of Green’s frustration.
“Why did you think I’d be disappointed?”
“You said you’re curious and unprejudiced, suggesting you’ve had various experiences. I thought maybe you’d prefer me to be experienced too.”
He sighed deeply, ruffling his hair in apparent frustration and a look of both grievance and sorrow.
“Didn’t you think, like you lied to stop your father, I lied to anger mine?”
“At first, yes. But last night, you were, well, incredibly skilled…”
“So, you thought I must have had a wild time in Marseille?”
Seonwoo looked at her as if she’d just made an absurd assumption.
Should he be angry that she saw him as a playboy or proud that he had satisfied her to the extent of such a grand misunderstanding? He couldn’t decide.
Finally, suppressing a rising smile, he spoke seriously.
“I’ll say this just once, listen well. In Marseille, I led a life of extreme abstinence. I worked day and night to finish a project in a year and a half that should’ve taken at least two years.”
“Why push yourself so hard?”
Seeing her bewildered expression, Seonwoo looked at her as if reprimanding her.
Was it her fault he overworked himself in Marseille? Just as Green felt slightly aggrieved, Seonwoo spoke.
“Secretary Nami occasionally sent photos of you. As time went by, you seemed to be getting thinner. Wouldn’t I worry?”
“Guess you would.”
Realizing it was indeed her fault, Green was lost for words.
“I’m sorry, Seonwoo.”
She held his hand, gently shaking his shoulder and smiling awkwardly. It was an unintentional flirtatious gesture to appease him.
Caught off guard, Seonwoo let out the laughter he’d been holding back.
Realizing he was no longer upset, Green giggled. Seonwoo then said in a slightly stern voice.
“Go take a shower. We should sleep early, as we have to go to Pyeongchang-dong tomorrow.”
“To your grandfather’s house? Then let’s take the photo I enlarged as a birthday gift for him.”
“Okay. Oh, my parents will be there too.”
Thinking of meeting Jin Youngcheol again, Green’s mood slightly dampened. Suddenly, Seonwoo seemed to gauge her reaction.
“Do you think it’s better for me to go into politics rather than stay at K1 Construction?”
“No, not at all!”
Green reacted more negatively than Seonwoo expected. Realizing her reaction might have been excessive, she quickly added,
“Of course, if Seonwoo is interested in politics and really wants to pursue it… even though I’m against it. Regardless, I don’t think going into politics is the right move if you can’t inherit K1 Construction.”
Seonwoo nodded in satisfaction at Green’s straightforward objection.
It was amazing and gratifying for him to know that, without having to explain everything, Green’s heart was the same as his from the beginning. Perhaps this sincere emotion of Green’s was the greatest support and strength for Seonwoo.
Seonwoo, who struggled to express his inner feelings, felt deeply that Green was indeed his true other half every time she spoke her heart out.
“When exactly did you take the kids’ apartment access cards?”
Park Inyoung coldly asked her husband, Jin Youngcheol, as she received Seonwoo’s access cards from him.
She had been unaware that her husband had visited Seonwoo earlier that day, even with divorce papers, until Seonwoo came to the vice chairman’s office to explain.
“Vice Chairman, our apartment’s access system has changed. The old access cards can’t be used anymore, so please let Father know.”
Having heard the whole story from Seonwoo, Inyoung was embarrassed by Jin Youngcheol’s actions.
“You must have been very flustered. There shouldn’t be any need to visit like that in the future.”
Inyoung had personally arranged Seonwoo’s apartment and had kept a spare set of access cards. However, she never used them and had forgotten about them in her wardrobe.
She was baffled at how Jin Youngcheol knew about and took these cards.
“I had urgent matters to discuss with Seonwoo.”
“Was rushing their divorce so urgent that you had to secretly search through my wardrobe?”
Embarrassed, Jin Youngcheol decided it was time to clarify his stance to his wife.
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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