The sight of the sleeping child melted away the fatigue of a hard day but also brought thoughts that he might not be fit for the role of a father.
Watching Jihu sleep like this and finishing the day brought him both the sweet and bitter taste, like the two sides of a coin. So, looking at the sleeping child, various thoughts would usually cross his mind, but today, unlike usual, only one thought came to him.
‘That was really loud.’
He couldn’t help but chuckle at himself.
Earlier, he had tried so hard not to laugh in front of her embarrassment, and he had run straight into the child’s room to escape. ‘How can such a sound come out?’
The petite woman seems to be raising some kind of beast in her belly. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a growling sound coming from a person’s belly.
Minje, who laughed and patted Jihu’s forehead, came out of the room.
Hayan, unable to do this or that, was waiting with a face that seemed to be receiving punishment.
“Let’s go. There might be something to eat in the kitchen.”
“There’s nothing.”
The disappointed expression on Hayan’s face as she peered into the empty refrigerator was overwhelming. All that was in the fridge was cola.
“Hmm?”
That’s strange. Minje murmured while stroking his chin.
He was someone who took good care of himself. Therefore, he didn’t eat late-night snacks. He had told Miran in advance not to leave any food for him, so she could cook just the right amount, and whatever was left would be thrown away or left to Miran’s discretion.
Feeling the warm gaze of Hayan, Minje awkwardly scratched his face. Looking at her expression, leaving the fridge empty seemed as if she had committed an atrocious crime.
“Is there really no instant noodles?”
Hayan asked as if it were the last ray of hope. It was bearable when she thought she wouldn’t eat and just go to sleep, but since she thought of eating something, her body, which had been filled with expectation, seemed to be even more restless than before.
“Just a moment, it might be somewhere…”
Minje opened and rummaged through the drawers of the kitchen sink. Honestly, it was the first time he had searched a place like this in his life.
“Oh!”
He found something and exclaimed in admiration.
“Is it there?”
Hayan quickly approached like a moth to a flame.
A bundle of instant noodles, possibly bought by Miran for her own consumption, was placed on the shelf.
“Thank goodness…”
Seeing Hayan hug the instant noodles and smile with satisfaction, Minje was dumbfounded and let out a sigh.
Not knowing what was good, she asked with a cheerful smile, ready to cook ramen.
“Um… Would you like to have some?”
“No, don’t worry about me.”
“Are you really not going to eat? You’ll regret it. Even if I say so myself, I’m really good at cooking ramen. And feel free to talk.”
The continuous chattering didn’t bother him. It made him feel that warmth was circulating in the usually quiet house.
That must be why. That’s the reason he didn’t just go in but sat down at the dining table.
“Well then, feel free to talk. I’m fine, so don’t worry.”
It was for no particular reason that Hayan, who kept urging someone who said they wouldn’t eat, really only cooked her portion of ramen. Fortunately, there were some eggs in the refrigerator, so she could at least make it look presentable.
“I’ll enjoy it.”
With cheerful greetings, Hayan picked up the ramen with a big pair of chopsticks and blew on it. Then, Minje’s gaze met hers.
Why is this man trying to watch others eat when he himself won’t eat?
Ugh, it’s this overly polite personality that’s the problem. Hayan couldn’t bring the noodles straight to her mouth and offered them to him.
“Come on, don’t just stand there like that; try just one chopstick.”
Minje stared at the firm noodles offered in front of him.
Today, the smell of ramen is stimulating her appetite. Although she usually wouldn’t even think about eating something like ramen.
Gulp, her saliva passed. It seems like Minje, the greatest Kang Minje, is being made to want to eat.
“Well, then, shall we?”
Reluctantly, Minje accepted the chopsticks she offered like someone reluctantly accepting to eat.
Slurp, the noodles were sucked into his mouth. Huh? Tastier than expected? The chewy noodles felt good in his mouth.
Then, noticing Hayan’s strange expression, Minje suddenly came to his senses.
“I said to eat only one chopstick, but you left only one.”
Minje looked down at the bowl in surprise. Did I really eat this much in the blink of an eye?
“Don’t say that and just eat all of it. I’ll have to cook it again for myself.”
Seeing Minje’s disbelieving eyebrows, Hayan bit her lip to avoid smiling and stood up from her seat.
You shouldn’t find a grown man cute, but looking at his expression, she couldn’t stop that thought.
Well, the ramen I cooked is delicious. With pride in the magical ramen that makes it impossible to stop eating, Hayan nodded and cooked two more servings, filling the bowls.
“Have more. Don’t be shy.”
Clearing his throat, Minje, who coughed lightly, mumbled in response.
“I’ll enjoy it. It’s delicious.”
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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