Only then did Taejun release the fountain pen from his hand and turn around.
“Now, is that considered a temptation?”
“Why? Am I not allowed to do this?”
“No. Because it’s new.”
“…….”
“Cute and nice.”
In fact, he was a man who would appreciate everything she did. A man who would interpret all of Soeun’s gestures, even without seduction, as seduction. A man who would attack her, revealing suspicion without context.
Taejun, standing up from the dining chair, approached Soeun closely, wearing two rings on his fingers, and pulled her toward him.
“Wow. But Han Soeun’s Mille-Feuille Nabe tastes amazing.”
Taejun, who had licked her cheek as his lips slid, chuckled.
“Oh. I’ll go wash up.”
“No.”
Embarrassed, Soeun pushed him away, but Taejun, who wouldn’t tolerate it, pulled her back as much as she pushed.
“Please. Really…….”
“I don’t mind the taste of meat either.”
“Then you wash up too!”
“Then let’s wash together.”
“No, you can’t!”
Twisting in his embrace, Soeun finally pushed him away with a burst and quickly ran away, admonishing him.
“Don’t come in today!”
Taking her clothes and entering the bathroom, Soeun wiped her tearful eyes and took a deep breath.
Things inside her chest felt like they were boiling, and it seemed as if the pot might not withstand her temperature and pressure, pushing the lid away. Ugh, worried that the sound of stifling sobs might leave the bathroom, she turned on the tap at the sink and wiped her chest again.
Will this feeling settle down? Could she go back outside? Soeun became afraid.
Perhaps this was the punishment that Chairman Kim Jaepil had imposed on her. The sin of touching her grandson, the sin of loving her grandson, and thus the sin of inflicting an indelible wound on her grandson. Today’s happiness was all the penalty for these dreadful sins.
Thunk.
“You locked the door recklessly.”
Taejun grumbled outside the door as he twisted the doorknob. Despite explicitly urging him not to follow, he attempted to open the door.
Living alone in a one-room apartment, she had developed a habit of locking the bathroom door, and she had made mistakes before. Today, having learned well what would happen if she made a mistake, she properly locked the door. However, even after locking the door, the sound of him grabbing the doorknob made her nervously tense. Even though she knew it was just a joke.
Fortunately, he didn’t disturb Soeun’s personal time any longer. After catching her breath and wiping away the tears, Soeun quickly came out.
Taejun, who had come out first after showering in another bathroom, was drying his hair with a hairdryer. His busy noise seemed to have prevented him from hearing Soeun’s arrival. Soeun stood still, watching Taejun. The expressionless eyes staring at the mirror seemed to reflect the emptiness inside.
The image of the boy in the photo wearing a Sangju ribbon came to mind. How heavy must have been the Sangju ribbon draped on his arms as he pressed anger, loss, sadness, and despair deep inside, guarding his expression with indifference? How did he endure the gaze of people with what emotions? How frightening must it have been to be alone in the future?
After enduring such difficult times, how could I meet myself again?
Just as her chest was about to tighten again, he turned his head. As soon as he recognized Soeun, an expression appeared on his previously indifferent face. He subtly stretched his lips and lifted the lower eyelids. Motioning for her to come, he shook the arm holding the hairdryer. He was offering to dry her hair.
Soeun silently sat in front of him and entrusted her head to him. Come to think of it, except for salon employees, he was the first person to dry her hair. Surely, Dad must have dried her hair when she was young, but she had no memory of it. Another item was added to the list of various firsts he had given her. Afraid that tears might come if she looked at him too closely, Soeun used the excuse of the wind blowing while he dried her hair to blur her eyes.
“That expression right now.”
“Yes?”
“Looks like a Tibetan fox.”
Even during such a teasing moment, his eyes were full of affection. True to his promise to love her accurately, he foolishly piled up only love.
He scolded me for being foolish.
He, who was even more foolish.
Once again, her eyes became precarious. It seemed she could no longer endure it. Soeun stopped his hand holding the dryer, turned around, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Taejun, who was engrossed in the Han Soeun hair-drying mission, awkwardly stretched out his arms and embraced her.
With just a small gesture from her, he surrendered without any context, even if it made no sense. Taejun quickly surrendered and put down the hairdryer.
He embraced Soeun, who rushed towards him, with an expression that showed a surprised look. However, soon, his eyes turned into a delighted gaze like appreciating a masterpiece in an art museum.
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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