Today, he successfully completed an online interview with the school principal in the UK. Now, he just needs to pack his bags and take the plane.
“Try to make a list of things to give as gifts when going to the UK. Buy them when you’re discharged.”
Even though parting with the teacher would leave a void, he wanted to compensate with gifts.
“Okay, now it’s all done.”
Having handed over his luggage to the butler and the news reporter, Seungyul, who was going to the UK, looked around the empty room.
A strange room like when he first returned from Singapore.
The only thing that has changed since then is one thing.
A rattan basket placed by the bed.
Inside were worry dolls handmade by the teacher with yarn.
Love and Mochi.
Teacher’s precious treasure No.1 given to me.
Seungyul, who was running his fingers over the lid of the basket with the teacher’s large handwriting, still couldn’t leave and looked back at the butler.
“Why? Do you have something to say to me?”
“Uh……. Well.”
Oh, I don’t know. What’s this?
In the butler’s hand, pulled out of the apron, was another worry doll made of yarn.
“Uh? What’s this?”
Seungyul’s pupils shook.
“Dr. Bong asked me to give it to you. She said she couldn’t deliver it because she had to part with you urgently at the hospital…….”
Huh, does that mean the teacher came all the way to my house?
“What should I do? The teacher told me not to tell you.”
The butler looked down at Seungyul, who was running down the stairs, feeling sorry for him.
“Teacher!”
Breathing heavily, Seungyul, who came down to the garden, looked disappointed as he faced the empty scenery, holding the doll in his hand.
[DASH] Seungyul, hello.Huh? Isn’t this the teacher’s voice?
With his finger pressed against his belly, Hyojin’s voice message, recorded when he was feeling down, flowed out.
[DASH]My name is Bong Hyojin. Nice to meet you. Let’s take good care of each other from now on.
Seungyul’s eyes widened as he looked down at the doll in his hand.
[DASH]Seungyul. Even now, when the teacher greeted you for the first time, I remember your grumpy face as you entered with annoyance in your eyes. At first, I thought you were rude, but now, with both Seungyul and Jung showing a lot of affection, even the way you act stubborn is so lovable.Startled, Seungyul listened to the teacher’s letter without even blinking.
Uh, Teacher…!
Suppressing his tears, Seungyul, who tightly held the doll, heard Hyojin’s bright voice again from the doll.
[DASH]Seungyul, hello. My name is Bong Hyojin. Let’s take good care of each other from now on. …I love you!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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