Seontae, as usual, left work early today, using an external meeting as an excuse.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, she was once again contemplating the same thoughts.
It was frustrating, but she admitted that Sajun was right about her lack of talent in the business field.
Ignoring it would have been enough, but there was a reason she couldn’t ignore it.
Seontae murmured while looking out the window.
“I have the temperament of an artist.”
Rather than studying business, she wanted to draw pictures and play musical instruments.
However, if she went in that direction, it would be dominated by her older brother, the eldest son of Songhyun.
As in any company, the relationship between siblings wasn’t good, and if she went in that direction, she would become a mere in-law.
So, she gave up her dream of being an artist, pushed her brother, who had better business skills than her, aside, and took the position of vice president.
It’s not that she’s lucky to be good at studying. It’s because her cunning mind works exceptionally well.
That’s why.
The reason she couldn’t reject Sajun’s proposal for the building now was that, thanks to Chairman Min’s charisma, Songhyun Electronics was doing reasonably well as a decent mid-sized company.
So, even though Seontae only played the role of a vice president in name, the company was running smoothly without any major issues.
But what if I become the chairman?
As Sajun said, the downfall of Songhyun was just a matter of time.
Of course, even if the company fails, the top family won’t fail, and Songhyun employees will be the ones suffering.
Originally, this world is full of unfair things.
Nevertheless, rather than Songhyun’s chairman position, it seemed better to just make money.
Even with the small buildings that Sajun offered, retirement would be prosperous.
No need to bother with headaches, no need to take responsibility, just playing around and eating, with a minimum monthly income of 500 million.
“Being a landlord doesn’t seem bad either.”
It’s not bad, but fixing her mindset made it somewhat unsatisfying.
If she thinks that Sajun, who will become the leader of Seomun, will inherit the enormous fortune that Heegu was rumored to have.
Then two buildings were too weak.
Her father, who was supposed to be a man who couldn’t live and die like that.
‘Today, keep this deal a secret from Taehui.’
When Sajun’s last words crossed her mind, the conclusion was reached.
“The young one. If you’re going to ask an adult to keep a secret, you should pay the appropriate price.”
As an excuse, asking for one more building would be enough.
Excessive greed invites trouble, so, without complicating things, just three small buildings with a savory monthly income.
Then there’s no need to return the complicated situation to its original state, and there’s no need to worry about what to do with the time bomb-like wife.
“It’s manly to give up. Ah, whatever.”
Only then did a satisfied smile appear on Seontae’s face.
The 50-minute private Pilates class came to an end.
The tuition fee may be burdensome, but with a determination not to give up on health and figure, Taehui indulges in the luxury of Pilates.
So this week was particularly tough.
Due to the boundary markings that Sajun has placed all over her body, she had to wear a long-sleeved zip-up instead of a short sleeve, covering up to her neck during exercise.
It was hot, stuffy, and exhausting.
She considered just leaving today, but after finishing 30 minutes of aerobic exercise, she left the fitness club.
Walking briskly towards the subway station, she heard the claxon sound from the road.
Turning around casually, she saw a familiar high-end SUV slowly driving from the end of the road.
Checking the license plate, she stopped in her tracks when she saw the hazard lights flashing next to her.
“Get in, Mintaehui.”
The window rolled down, revealing a man sitting in the driver’s seat.
It was really Kang Sajun.
“A surprise event?”
Buckling her seatbelt, Taehui’s face, asking Sajun, blossomed with a faint smile.
To be honest, she was genuinely happy to see Sajun.
Throughout the past four days when they hadn’t met, Sajun had been attached to Taehui’s body.
He kept coming to her mind, and every time she remembered that night, her face flushed.
Was it because he had spent so much time meticulously marking her boundaries?
“I happened to pass by this area, so I thought I’d stop by.”
“Even a phone call would have sufficed. What if our paths didn’t cross?”
At Taehui’s words, Sajun chuckled and replied as if mumbling.
Don’t you know me?
In response, Taehui shrugged and smiled.
After working a half-hour on her workout following the aerobic exercise, she headed to the subway station. As she thought about it, her weekdays, which were meticulously planned down to the minute and second, came to mind.
Naturally, Sajun extended his hand to Taehui in the passenger seat.
“Is today cheating day?”
And he casually asked.
As if it were always like this.
“Cheating day starts from tomorrow.”
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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