Big trouble. I have to marry this kind of girl.]
Young Seo-jun was thinking such thoughts. I vaguely remembered the incident that broke Seo-jun’s computer.
That day, Mom scolded me for being ignorant, and Seo-jun’s expression. I didn’t think that expression was a worry about his future of marrying me.
“Young Seo-jun drank the kimchi soup properly.”
“Why kimchi soup?”
“Well…”
I snatched the two sheets of the diary from my hand and neatly folded them again, putting them in the pocket of my padding. Then, I suddenly stood up, took off my padding, and started searching under the small tree.
“What are you doing!”
“Here, I put it here… Ah, found it.”
What Seo-jun dug out was a basketball.
“Why did that come out from there?”
“We were playing basketball with Nam Jun-mo and Chang-hyun, and I left it here.”
Seo-jun thumped the basketball and then entered the court to start dribbling.
“In high school, you used to hate it when I played basketball, didn’t you?”
“Me?”
Did you know?
I casually feigned ignorance.
Seo-jun slowly dribbled and attempted a shot in a stylish pose. With a thud, the ball hit the goalpost and bounced off.
“Why did you hate it?”
“I didn’t hate it… Well, not that. When you played basketball, you made me watch your watch, your school uniform, and stuff. Girls would give me strange looks. Why? Just leave them on the floor, or give them to your friend Nam Jun-mo. He was there too. Why me!”
“And now? Would you still hate seeing it like that?”
Who would hate it? Who could dislike such a cool pose while playing basketball? I shook my head nervously.
Then he chuckled and took another shot.
“Hey? It went in!”
This time, I unknowingly stood up from my seat and clapped for the ball that went cleanly into the goal. Seo-jun picked up the ball, looked at me, and handed me the ball.
“Do you want to try?”
“Me?”
Even though I’ve played baseball batting with Seo-jun several times, it was my first time trying basketball.
“How do I do this?”
I took a few steps towards the goalpost. I threw the pretty hefty ball with all my might, but it couldn’t even reach near the goalpost.
“This is difficult.”
“Come on, try again.”
He handed me the fallen ball and guided my posture.
“Yeah, relax your shoulders a bit. No, you’re too relaxed. Okay, put some strength into your wrists.”
With Seo-jun’s instructions behind me, I took a shot.
“It went in!”
Watching the ball swirl around the ring and smoothly enter gave me a sense of exhilaration.
“Is this the joy of playing basketball for you?”
When did Seo-jun start playing basketball? Now that I think about it, it was shortly after he transferred to our school in middle school.
“Because of you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, because of you. You said I was cool. But as we entered high school, you just looked at me with a sour expression.”
“I said… I said you were cool?”
Did I say that? I could count on one hand the number of times I praised Seo-jun for being cool. Without responding to my words and doing a splendid dribble, he circled around me.
Then he lightly jumped and shot.
“Is it gym class? You said I was cool while playing basketball.”
I couldn’t recall it no matter how much I thought.
“What? Can’t you remember?”
Maybe it was something I blurted out impulsively. Still, it’s not a bad thing if he has this basketball skill because of what I said.
When I was about to make a retort, Seo-jun spoke first.
“Thinking about it now, most of the habits I have were probably created by you.”
“What?”
“Looking at your room and living like that, I thought, ‘I shouldn’t live like this.’ So, I started cleaning.”
“Oh, that’s amusing!”
“Also, the reason I started exercising was that I thought, ‘If I keep rolling like this, I might lose all my muscles.'”
“Do I have muscles?”
Pretending to listen, Seo-jun, who was bouncing the ball, took a few steps backward after shooting quite far from the goal.
“You’re not planning to shoot from there, are you?”
“Move. What if you get hit by the ball standing there?”
Upon Seo-jun’s words, I quickly ran out of the court. No matter how good I am at basketball, from that distance to the goal?
After bouncing the ball a few times, Seo-jun said, “Check in my padding pocket.”
“Pocket?”
I searched through the various places in Seo-jun’s padding pocket as he said.
“This is, the diary from earlier, and…”
In another pocket, I felt something hard.
“This is…”
It was a ring case.
“If I score from here, even I think I’ll look cool.”
Every time Seo-jun spoke, a white breath poured out. The sound of the basketball bouncing on the floor was unusually loud.
“How about it? Don’t you want to marry the cool Seo-jun?”
“What are you saying?”
He gently smiled at my words and made a shooting motion.
“Thump thump.”
My heart pounded like crazy. The moment the ball left Seo-jun’s fingertips. The ball drew a beautiful trajectory towards the goalpost.
“Thud!”
The ball hit the ring and bounced out.
Is it regrettable? Or relieved? I exhaled my breath, which I didn’t realize I had stopped.
The second attempt. Unlike the first, Seo-jun, with a determined expression, took a breath. Again, the ball flew with a perfect curve.
“Drrrr.”
The ball, which was spinning around the ring, fell outside.
“Try to do well!”
I found myself cheering at some point.
“Try cheering.”
Dribbling the ball, Seo-jun asked me for encouragement.
“Fighting!”
My voice echoed loudly in the empty school. However loudly I shouted, the ball flowed out of Seo-jun’s hand.
I quickly ran to catch the rolling ball and handed it to Seo-jun.
Third attempt.
“Hoo…”
Seo-jun took a breath again. This time, from the moment Seo-jun started preparing, it looked as slow as a frozen screen. Again, the ball flew with a beautiful arc.
“Yay!”
The ball went smoothly into the goalpost.
I ran to Seo-jun and hugged his neck.
“Awesome! It was really cool!”
Seo-jun hugged my waist hanging on his neck.
“Right? I told you I’d be cool.”
Seo-jun, with a joyful expression, hugged me and twirled me around once. He carefully put me down on the floor.
“I was looking at the diary, and I thought this was fate. When I was young, I was so sassy, but thinking about marrying you… I didn’t know back then why I started playing basketball. I just wanted to hear compliments like that again with passing words.”
Seo-jun’s cold hands covered my cheeks.
“When you were having a hard time at work because of me, did you really think we should break up? But if I break up with you, I feel like I’ll die. I’ll protect you. Even if you told me to wield you as a weapon, I never felt that way because of you, and it was so hard that I almost died. You know?”
Seo-jun pressed his forehead against mine.
“Let’s get married. Munda-yul.”
Slowly, Seo-jun’s figure moved away from my face. Then he took the ring case from my hand and opened it. After that, he bent one knee and sat down.
“Munda-yul, who knows me better than anyone else in the world. Will you marry me?”
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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