This was a disaster. Why, just why.
Hyo Jin, who had not received the lesson content in advance, felt sweat forming on her forehead.
Having lived apart in Singapore, and only now starting to spend time with his dad, Seung Yul was not even accustomed to conversation, let alone expressing affection.
He had barely received permission to come to the open class, and now they were asking him to write a letter expressing gratitude.
Gyo Hwan, who knew better than anyone that distrust and resentment were piled up against him like interest, was also at a loss.
“Hi, dad. I love you so much.”
I think the biggest fortune is that I was born as the daughter of my mom and dad.
“Oh, I love you sweetheart.”
The romantic serenade of Roy and his father continued, which would make Romeo and Juliet cry.
Not only letters, but there were children who were firing hearts with their hands and hugging.
One, two, three, four. Five……
As the number of children who presented their letters increased, the burden on the remaining baby and Gyo Hwan grew bigger.
Hyo Jin could feel the tension that the two of them must be feeling, making her own neck tense up.
“Now, if you have finished writing or need the teacher’s help, please let me know.”
“Teacher!”
Although the children called the teacher who was moving between the desks here and there, Seung Yul sat gripping a pencil over the blank paper without even lifting his head.
“……Um, teacher?”
Hyo Jin, who had been watching this pitiful scene, turned her head at the sound of Gyo Hwan’s voice coming from next to her.
However, the person Gyo Hwan called was not Hyo Jin, but Seung Yul’s homeroom teacher.
“Does the child have to write a letter to the parent?”
“What?”
Not only the teacher, but also the eyes of the people sitting in the classroom turned towards Gyo Hwan at the sound of an adult man’s voice, not a child’s.
Except for one person, Seung Yul.
Hyo Jin didn’t turn her head, but she could tell from the end of her pencil, clenched as if about to snap, that Seung Yul was also listening to his father’s voice.
“Isn’t there a law that only children should write letters to their parents?”
“Yes, there is.”
“Well, I want to write a letter to my child.”
In Gyo Hwan’s hand, pulled from the pocket of his suit, there was indeed a letter in an envelope.
Hyo Jin, who thought he’d said it on the spot just for Seung Yul, was taken aback.
When did he write a letter to Seung Yul?
“Our family will let me write a letter on behalf of Seung Yul. Is that okay?”
At Gyo Hwan’s words asking for consent, the teacher and the children responded with a loud applause.
“To my precious son, Yul.”
Gyo Hwan’s serene voice, standing in front of the teacher’s desk, dyed the room in tranquility.
To a son who waited for his father, who never came no matter how long he waited.
He never thought he’d deliver a letter filled with remorse like this.
“Yul, thank you so much for waiting for dad all this time.”
Thanks to you waiting for dad, I didn’t lose my way and was able to come here.
“You are like a guide dog to dad. You allow me to see things I normally can’t.”
Things that he, engrossed in the numbers of the companies for merger and acquisition on the tablet, could not see.
Tropical fish and puppies, lizards.
From the growth of a small seed sprouting and blossoming to bearing fruit……
It made him reconsider things he had taken for granted and overlooked.
It made me realize that precious things are not far away, but close by.
“Yul, if I could turn back time, I would like to go back to the first time I met you.”
I want to hold you, who lost your mother and was crying, and give you a kiss on both cheeks.
“I want to hug you more, love you more, and spend more time with you.”
I want to be your father again, even in the next life.
“Is it too late? Even though you’ve grown up, to me, you’re only nine years old.”
Even if you turn twenty or thirty.
“I’m really sorry for making you wait all this time.”
From now on, I’ll be the one waiting for you.
“I won’t make you wait anymore.”
No matter how long it takes.
“Will you trust me once more?”
Slowly, applause of encouragement broke out at the sound of the voice trembling with emotion.
…Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
Until the applause that started from one person grew like a cheer.
Seung Yul sat still without any reaction.
Sangrim Park.
Seung Yul, who had kept his mouth shut all the way home in the car, jumped out through the car door opened by the chauffeur.
His stride toward the house, lips firmly shut, abruptly stopped.
“Huh?”
Hyo Jin, who was getting out of the car after him, followed his gaze to the garden.
Grandma Wang, holding her clothes behind the yellow ginkgo tree, was hiding her face as if she was embarrassed.
“Bread beauty! What are you doing out there in the cold?”
At Seung Yul’s voice, Lady Bang Mi Hee poked her head out.
“Hee hee. I want to see Daegam, but I’m afraid he’ll be angry.”
“Phew, I’m sorry, Bang Mi. I was in a bad mood and took it out on you then.”
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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