Quietly watching, Jun climbed up the railing when Taehui didn’t move and hung up the phone.
The terrace that Taehui had crossed countless times to go to Jun was always a cautious journey.
But Jun effortlessly crossed the terrace to approach Taehui.
Instead of standing on the floor, Jun, who sat on the railing, spread his arms wide.
“Come here, Min Taehui.”
Taehui, as if enchanted by the voice calling her name, walked to Jun, approaching him but not embracing him.
She just stood there, maintaining an ambiguous gap that seemed touchable yet untouchable.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
As if he couldn’t wait any longer, Jun’s strong arms wrapped around Taehui’s shoulders and waist, pulling her into an embrace.
Just being held in his arms made her chest feel tight for some reason.
After a while, Taehui lifted her face from Jun’s embrace.
Looking into Jun’s deep and calm eyes like the sea, Taehui opened her mouth.
“…You said you’ll come tomorrow.”
Perhaps because her throat was choked, her voice flowed strangely.
Jun’s large hand gently enveloped Taehui’s cheek.
The warm and soft sensation made Taehui’s long eyelashes tremble.
“You said you miss seeing me.”
Thinking that the muffled voice flowing from deep within was pleasant to hear, Taehui looked at Jun without resentment.
“So, did you drop everything and rush over here?”
In her mind, she liked it to death, but it felt like scolding.
“Not exactly.”
Not exactly? Then what? Unable to understand, Taehui looked at Jun with a puzzled expression.
Jun chuckled as if he couldn’t help it when he saw Taehui’s eyes full of floating question marks.
Taehui always knew the reason when Jun rarely smiled.
But now, she had no idea.
Why? Taehui’s eyes, full of question marks, turned away, and Jun looked up at the sky.
“It didn’t rain today.”
The sky was high and blue this afternoon.
The weather forecast also said it would be good all week, with no mention of rain.
Jun murmured as if he regretted it.
“It would have been nice if it rained.”
“Jun, you don’t like rain, do you?”
Even if you do everything to avoid it, your clothes will get wet in the rain.
Jun, who had a compulsive disorder, said he didn’t like rain. Wet clothes were uncomfortable, and he also disliked the musty smell on rainy days.
It was ironic that Jun, who hated rain, was waiting for it.
Looking down from the sky, Jun lowered his gaze again to look at Taehui.
“Min Taehui, don’t you really know?”
What. When he looked at her with that gaze, Jun said.
“August 31st, the day you came over the terrace and asked me to be friends.”
“You… remember that day?”
It was hard to believe that today was August 31st, and it was even less believable that Jun remembered that date.
Jun smiled subtly and asked provocatively.
“Do you think I would only remember that?”
“What else do you remember?”
Until then, Taehui hadn’t dared to imagine what else Jun would say.
“On the day I moved, you were staring at me from this very spot. Wearing disheveled white pajamas with messy hair. It was evening, and for a moment, I thought you were a ghost, and I was terrified.”
“Do you have to bring that up again?”
As Taehui retorted, Jun muttered softly.
“I knew it wasn’t a ghost, and I thought it was my imagination that you were staring at me. But when I ran into you on the way to school, you stared at me again. I hadn’t done anything wrong, so I wondered why you did that. At that time, I also looked at you carefully.”
She couldn’t say that she stared at her just because she was a fellow student, confident and unlucky compared to herself. It was when Taehui discreetly avoided eye contact.
“I was honestly surprised. I thought you looked like a ghost, but when I saw you up close, you were so beautiful.”
When she looked at him again with a surprised expression, Jun met her gaze strongly.
“I wondered how I could approach you, and the pretty girl came over the terrace on a rainy night and knocked on my window.”
In a calm tone, there was a soft laugh.
“I thought you were so beautiful that I would do anything you wanted, so I asked you to be my friend. What guy would refuse when the girl he thought was the most beautiful in the world asked him?”
What Jun was now calmly revealing was the innermost feelings that Taehui had been curious about for 13 years, which she had never brought up.
“Guys are simple by nature. If you like someone so much, you should keep them close and observe them first.”
To Taehui, who was too surprised to say anything and only grinned, Jun lowered his face.
A kiss.
After gently exchanging a kiss, he whispered sweetly.
“At that time, I didn’t know, but looking back now, I fell for you at first sight.”
In one powerful confession more surprising than saying ‘I love you,’ Taehui lost her words.
She wanted to believe it desperately, but she couldn’t believe it either.
She had never felt that sentiment despite swearing to it.
She had never felt it before, never contacted or visited first, never said a warm word while eating like a sucker.
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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