“I thought that someone who seeks a bride young enough to be his granddaughter must either lack a conscience or possess some other significant charm.”
“What, what? On the verge of death?”
“But seeing you in person, it seems your reputation isn’t even as substantial as the fat around your belly.”
For the first time experiencing such an insult to his character, Mr. Bae’s face flushed red with anger.
“How dare you!”
“Mr. Bae, you critiqued my appearance, so shouldn’t I be allowed to critique my future husband’s? Just like your tiny, toad-like eyes, you have a narrow mind.”
“How dare you talk back! An ungrateful girl who doesn’t know her place!”
Even as Mr. Bae raged, Yeon Woo remained calm in her response.
“I don’t think someone who can’t differentiate between a home and a brothel should be lecturing me. Besides, didn’t you say you understand the brashness of youth? A man’s word is his bond, yet you contradict yourself. How disappointing.”
“Why are you only trying to win arguments! Never thinking of admitting defeat to your elders!”
Yeon Woo, unfazed by Mr. Bae’s outburst, continued.
“I think it’s not suitable for someone who mistakes a household for a brothel to lecture me. Plus, didn’t you say you understood the brashness of youth? A man’s word is his bond, yet you contradict yourself. How disappointing.”
“Why do you insist on arguing with your elders!”
“Then try winning against me.”
As Yeon Woo spoke back, the elderly Mr. Bae grabbed his neck in disbelief.
Furrowing his already unattractive face, he yelled at Yeon Woo.
“I can’t stand to look at your face!”
“Then please leave. This is where I reside.”
Yeon Woo maintained her composure and tone without a hint of change in her expression.
As the outraged Mr. Bae nearly fell backward, Mrs. Park quickly helped him up.
“What kind of nonsense are you spouting at Mr. Bae! Apologize immediately!”
“Are you not going to leave?”
Despite Mrs. Park’s stern gaze, Yeon Woo unblinkingly faced Mr. Bae, showing no signs of apologizing.
Mrs. Park began to plead with Mr. Bae.
“Please forgive my daughter’s insolence, Mr. Bae.”
Despite Mrs. Park’s harsh treatment, she was still Yeon Woo’s mother, bound by a relationship decreed by heaven itself.
Watching Mrs. Park excessively lowering herself before Mr. Bae stirred an indescribable hot emotion in Yeon Woo’s throat.
Anger, pity, sadness, distress, guilt.
All these emotions entangled and seared inside her.
Suppressing the torrent of emotions, Yeon Woo parted her heavy lips.
“…If you have no intention of leaving, then I will.”
Unable to bear the sight before her, Yeon Woo rose and stepped out of the room.
As she was about to exit the gate, Mrs. Park hurriedly followed.
“Stop!”
“…….”
Yeon Woo’s steps halted at her mother’s call.
Gasping for breath, Mrs. Park raised her voice, tinged with frustration.
“How long will you act like a wild colt, doing as you please!”
“When have I ever acted as I please?”
Yeon Woo, turning sharply, retorted with a voice laden with moisture.
She had reached her limit.
The emotions she had suppressed for so long surged up as bitterness.
“I’ve never lived according to my own will! I’ve spent my whole life serving my family!”
Her youth, which others called the flower of life, was spent serving her family without living for herself.
She had climbed mountains early in the morning to gather herbs and hunt, and in the afternoon, she roamed the village seeking sewing work.
Her only freedom was the brief respite at Sohwiyeon pond.
However, Mrs. Park seemed to have a different perspective.
“Do you think you’re the only one suffering in this world? It’s the same for everyone. Serving the father as a child, the husband after marriage, and the son when the husband is gone, that’s a woman’s life.”
Mrs. Park too had lived for others, as had her mother before her.
So, sacrificing for the family was natural to her.
But Yeon Woo didn’t want to live the same life.
“Even animals fly towards their desires, fill their bellies for their well-being, and run where they wish. How can a human’s life be lesser than that of animals?”
“That’s your life.”
“My idea of life isn’t like this.”
“Think as you wish. Your wedding is already arranged, even the date is set.”
Yeon Woo had no choice.
As Mrs. Park turned her back coldly after speaking, there was no hint of sympathy in her departing figure.
“If you keep acting as you please like today, I will remove your name from the family registry.”
“…….”
With a cold voice, Mrs. Park hastened her steps back into the house.
Yeon Woo, watching her mother’s retreating figure, dropped her gaze to the ground.
She lived in sacrifice, but they said it wasn’t a sacrifice.
She lived yearning for freedom, but they told her not to dream of it.
She tried to voice her objections, to fight against her assigned fate.
But nothing changed.
She didn’t know.
What went wrong, where it started to go wrong.
Yeon Woo couldn’t figure out where her life had become so entangled.
“Sob….”
Tears welled up in Yeon Woo’s large, dark eyes.
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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