The shimmering river, bathed in light, held Gun with his upper body undressed.
Though Yeonwoo had seen Gun’s body before, it was not a time to scrutinize it.
The moon’s clear halo starkly illuminated Gun’s bare skin in every detail.
So intense was his appearance, Yeonwoo couldn’t even think to turn her head away.
His body, seemingly exercised regularly, lacked no muscle; the well-balanced physique complemented Gun harmoniously.
His form resembled a sculpture perfected by nature.
Yeonwoo gaped at Gun’s handsome physique, then quickly regained her composure.
In this moment, avoiding detection as a woman was more pressing than admiring Gun’s physique.
She stealthily hid behind nearby rocks, making no sound.
Splashing and entering the water near where Gun was, the sound of quiet washing followed.
‘Lord Gwangho must be here for a bath too.’
Yeonwoo peeped out from behind the rock.
Scars, numerous and indelible, marked Gun’s exposed upper body.
Clearly inflicted by a blade, these scars were familiar yet raised new questions.
‘Why so many wounds? A prince should have guards.’
Princes, highly esteemed just for their existence, would see their guards harshly punished for even a scratch.
Was it plausible for a prince to bear so many scars?
Who would dare harm a prince? The more she pondered, the more baffling it became.
Lost in thought, Yeonwoo noticed the splashing had ceased.
Gun had apparently washed and left swiftly; his figure was no longer visible.
‘He left quickly.’
Men, it seemed, bathed much faster than women.
Ensuring she was alone, Yeonwoo sighed in relief.
Uncertain when others might arrive, she hurriedly finished bathing and dressed in clothes she had set aside.
Was it because she let down her wet hair? Emerging from the water, the chill urged her to quickly return to her tent and wrap in a blanket.
“Brr, cold…”
Walking through the underbrush to return to her tent, a large hand suddenly grabbed and pulled Yeonwoo’s arm.
Roughly pushed against a tree trunk, her back hit the wood.
The swift unfolding left no chance for resistance or escape.
Before she could scream, the shadow enveloping Yeonwoo clamped her mouth with a large hand.
“It’s me. Don’t make a sound.”
A voice, cool yet commanding.
It was familiar to Yeonwoo.
Blinking in shock, she looked up at the figure looming over her.
‘Lord Gwangho?’
Gun, hastily dressed, was half-wet; his shirt loosely open.
Only after realizing Yeonwoo had seen him did Gun remove his hand from her lips.
Yeonwoo, though dressed, hadn’t worn her breast cover.
A closer approach would reveal her femininity, so she quickly brought her hands to her chest.
Then, Gun stepped forward, pressing his body against Yeonwoo’s.
Her hands covering her chest were timely; a moment’s delay could have exposed her as a woman.
As their bodies pressed close, the dampness from Gun’s clothes began to seep into Yeonwoo’s.
It was too close.
“Why, why are you doing this? Let go of me……!”
Yeonwoo whispered softly, but Gun remained silent.
Surrounding them, only the sounds of insects and Gun’s heavy breathing could be heard.
His breathing was rough and unstable.
Gun’s breath, fierce like an angry bull’s, touched Yeonwoo’s neck, sending a sharp heat across her face.
Then, an anxious thought crossed Yeonwoo’s mind.
‘Could he have seen me as a woman……?’
There were plenty of chances for Gun to see her body, either when changing clothes or bathing.
Had he seen Yeonwoo’s body, he would have easily recognized her femininity.
Being a man, Gun might have been swayed by primitive desires.
‘Could it be……!’
With a sinking heart, Yeonwoo forcefully pushed him away.
“Please step aside!”
“Stay still.”
Struggling, Yeonwoo found her wrist gripped and bound against a tree by Gun.
His strength left her immovable.
Unable to overpower him physically, Yeonwoo knew she had to persuade him with words.
“I am a man!”
“I know.”
“What?”
Did he know she was a man and still act this way?
If not mistaken for a woman, did this man perhaps have a preference for the same sex?
In the face of primal male urges, gender seemed irrelevant.
Danger was the same, man or woman.
“Damn!”
In an instinct to survive, Yeonwoo kicked Gun’s shin.
But the man, seemingly insensible to pain, didn’t flinch.
Then, Gun drew a dagger from his bosom.
Its blade, reflecting moonlight, revealed a chilling presence.
Gun’s intention seemed not to be of a sexual nature, but more sinister – as if to slay those he disliked.
There seemed to be only one reason for Gun to threaten her with a blade.
In such a moment, provoking him was the last thing to do, so Yeonwoo calmly tried to reason with him.
“Are you still upset about our previous conversation?”
“What?”
Gun looked down at Yeonwoo, seemingly baffled.
Yeonwoo, maintaining her composure, continued firmly.
“There won’t be a repeat of that. Men should just shake off such matters. So, please put away that dagger…”
“Ha!”
As Gun uttered a surprised sound, rustling came from the bushes.
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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