It was a weekday afternoon after lunch.
Hyojin, who boarded the subway, was enjoying the urban landscape visible from the subway bridge over the Han River.
I should go and deliver the worry doll.
It seems better to have three than two.
Berry, whom Soonyi promised to make for Seungyul.
Thinking that Seungyul might be watching between Exchange and herself, Hyojin kissed the worry doll in her hand.
I wonder how much our baby has grown without me seeing. I already miss him.
The day she saw Seon at the company.
Since then, there has been no contact from her father, who sent her home saying he was busy with a meeting.
“If your father is okay now, I want to talk to him.”
Did I say that for no reason?
Already feeling complicated because of Seungyul, did I make it more confusing?
Hyojin checked her phone, which had no messages today, and got off the subway.
“Ah, it’s cold.”
As I got off the subway station and climbed up the stairs, the snowflakes that had been falling since the morning became even heavier.
Hyojin took out the umbrella she brought from her bag.
“Oh? There’s Baby over there.”
Approaching the school gate, she saw Seungyul standing under the entrance, avoiding eyes and standing.
While approaching stealthily, covering her face with an umbrella, as if she might see herself.
“Hey, Kim Roy!”
Hyojin, who was standing in front of the school gate with an umbrella, suddenly stopped at Seungyul’s voice.
“Move!”
Roy, who came out after changing his indoor shoes, was a very unpleasant voice.
“Why do you keep avoiding me?”
“Don’t you know why?”
What’s going on? Roy, who is an angel of smiles, can’t be angry like that.
Hyojin, to avoid being exposed, pressed her body against the wall, discreetly sticking her head out.
“The necklace you gave me. You said it was a gift from your dad to Miss Bong, right?”
Oh, that’s why he felt bad.
“You said it was pretty. So I told my mom that it was a gift because you liked me.”
But that was Miss Bong’s.
The sorrowful Roy burst into tears.
“So who’s visiting my house? I didn’t invite you. Why are you doing this to me after my dad told you to come?”
The confused Seungyul, instead of comforting, raised his voice even more.
“Stupid!”
Frustrated Roy shouted.
“Wait, do you think I’m an idiot when you look at me like that?”
Seungyul’s eyes, already awkward as if he had been hit on the back of his head, shook.
Baby, you don’t understand a woman’s heart, so that’s why.
Ugh, even though it’s ambiguous to interfere, Hyojin felt stifled.
“Do you really not know that I like you?”
Roy seemed to be pretending not to know, making it even more resentful.
“Well, do I like you?”
Seungyul really didn’t know.
I’m always just getting angry and complaining. Why would you like me?
Is this kid really weird?
“So what should I do because you like me? Should I like you because you like me?”
Roy thought that like other girls, Seungyul liked her dad and wanted to get along with her.
Seungyul was confused and thumped one foot on the ground.
“I won’t like you anymore. I won’t like something like you again!”
With clenched fists, Roy, moving away, looked at Seungyul with an awkward look, and Sungjun’s ominous voice rang in Seungyul’s ears.
“Hey, did you hear that? Kim Roy likes Choi Seungyul.”
Children swayed by crowd psychology whistled and sang in unison.
“Kim Roy likes Choi Seungyul, likes Choi Seungyul!”
These kids, where are they learning only bad things?
Seeing the group teasing Roy, Hyojin couldn’t stay silent any longer.
“Hey, stop that. Roy is crying.”
The one who was surprised by Hyojin’s sudden appearance was not the kids but Seungyul.
Why did the teacher come here? Did he hear what Roy and I were saying?
“We didn’t make him cry. It’s because of Seungyul.”
Sungjun shamelessly raised his chin and loosened his tongue.
“I saw all of you making fun of him.”
“Isn’t he too sensitive? It can happen when kids play together.”
Just as Sungjun’s mom, who came to pick him up, with a strong perfume scent, blocked Hyojin’s way.
“Kids might do that, but adults shouldn’t. Don’t you know that doing things unwanted by friends also counts as violence?”
Sungjun’s mom fist-bumped with a sarcastic expression, releasing a snort.
“If you don’t like it, talk to me. Why don’t you know that directly talking to a child about such things is violence?”
“If you’re so concerned about educating your child, Sungjun’s mom, do it properly. If there’s another incident where your kids provoke and tease our kids, I won’t stay silent. Roy, are you okay?”
While comforting a crying Roy with bent knees, Hyojin saw Seungyul leaving the school gate.
“Oh? Seungyul?”
Where are you going? Without even using an umbrella.
“Roy, sorry. I’ll bring Seungyul back.”
Apologizing to Roy, Hyojin hurriedly followed Seungyul.
“Seungyul, Roy is crying. What if we just leave like this?”
We need to talk and clear up any misunderstandings.
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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