Hyesook, with her mouth hanging open, mentioned that she should prepare dinner.
Before her words could finish, Taehee quickly took Sajun and ascended the stairs to the second floor.
As they entered the room and closed the door, Taehee immediately lowered her voice.
“Hey, you enemy! What if you say such things to my mom?”
Even if the person was Sajun, Taehee had no intention of marrying him.
As long as Sajun was involved, Minsun Tae would never give up.
Therefore, with dreams of making connections with the in-laws, Minsun Tae planned to leave for France as soon as possible after properly hitting the back of Hyesook’s head.
If she left, Minsun Tae would have no reason to cling to that land. She could either keep it or sell it, and if she observed the situation, she could buy the land when Taehee bought it.
She had planned to share all these thoughts with Hyesook while sipping warm tea before going to sleep.
However, things went awry due to Sajun.
Hyesook, who hoped for marriage with Sajun, would probably not reach the end of the conversation even if they stayed up all night.
Already, her head was starting to ache, and she felt tired.
Without knowing Taehee’s feelings, the main culprit, Kang Sajun, was incredibly nonchalant.
He looked around Taehee’s room with an indifferent gaze, as if finding it interesting.
Feeling the scrutinizing gaze, Taehee approached as if she owned the place, spread her legs on the bed like a master, and sat comfortably.
Loosening his tightly fastened tie, Sajun gave a belated response.
“So, are you just going to date?”
Was he saying that now? Taking another step closer, Taehee clenched her fist over her chest like she owned it.
“Isn’t that obvious? If you can’t handle it, why say such things and make our mom expect?”
This was going beyond the repertoire she had created.
She intended to tell Hyesook that she liked Sajun, but Sajun didn’t like her.
“I’m not the one who can’t handle it.”
Sajun calmly responded while brushing off his hair that had fallen.
Then he stared at Taehee intently.
Without a trace of laughter or emotion, yet with eyes that seemed to suck you in, like the deep midnight sea.
“You’re thinking of marrying me, but I’m thinking of ending it after a hundred days with you.”
Perhaps the room was narrow, or maybe it was the close distance, or it could be the breath-taking gaze.
Merely locking eyes with him made Taehee feel like her mind was being pierced.
Without saying a word, Sajun spoke in a nonchalant manner to the speechless Taehee.
“No matter how well I treat you.”
Taehee swallowed her dry saliva.
If he had already noticed, she didn’t want to get caught.
“Kang Sajun, you’re right. I want to date you intensely for a hundred days and then end it. That’s my sincere wish. If you don’t like it, find another partner now.”
To that harsh response, Sajun gently raised his eyebrows.
“Mintaehee, I’m not asking for excuses. Whether it’s dating or marriage, tell me the reason why you don’t want to do it with me.”
Warm water overflowed from the throat.
However, despite biting the flesh in her mouth painfully, Taehee replied nonchalantly.
“You don’t love me, do you?”
“Even if I say I love you, it’s you who won’t believe it.”
Taehee almost burst out laughing at that moment.
Wouldn’t it be stranger to believe those words? Among the things a man says to a woman, the least believable is probably the phrase “I love you.”
Minsuntae said that to Hyesook, and Song Jehyun said it to me. Sweetly whispering “I love you” and eventually backstabbing and abandoning.
Though the methods differed, there was no rule that Kang Sajun wouldn’t do the same.
At the moment, he was tender and affectionate due to his regret, but if he gripped her tightly, he might become indifferent, just like that.
Because Kang Sajun was a person and a man.
The scariest thing was that she knew Sajun well.
Unlike herself, who was easily swept away by emotions, Sajun’s emotions were dry and therefore brutally cold.
Even the foolish Minsuntae had manipulated Hyesook like that, so how skillfully would Kang Sajun manipulate and use me?
He would pay a fair price for using me, and he probably wouldn’t feel an ounce of guilt.
Just like now.
“Kang Sajun, we’ve been friends for 13 years. I’ve never crossed the line, always indifferent to me. I was always the one to be nervous about contacting and meeting first, worried that this relationship would end. But if it were you, would you believe it?”
What kind of emotions am I experiencing now? Without knowing that, why do you keep shaking people and planting hope that you can’t take responsibility for?
When confessing, you should give trust first.
But the order was reversed for Sajun.
How can I trust you?
“Do I have to do everything you say? Do I have to believe everything you say?”
Love is never sweet.
Like the two sides of a coin, sweetness hides the most dangerous weapon in the world. If you set your mind to it, you can pick it up anytime and wield it cruelly.
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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