“If things had gone as planned, I should be calling you Chairman Baek by now. It’s a shame how things turned out.”
“No, it’s fine. If the position was easily attainable, wouldn’t everyone sit in it? This too is part of the process.”
“Ahahaha. As expected, Chairman Baek is sharp. Yes, it’s not an easy position. I know because I am in it. It’s not a place anyone can sit.”
Saying so, Chairman Park Jung Hyun took a quick look at Madam Park. The way his gaze seemed to warn her gave her chills.
“But don’t worry. Without a doubt, you will be able to sit in that position at the next regular shareholders’ meeting. Who else but Chairman Baek could sit in that position? Isn’t that right, Ju Yeon?”
Ju Yeon was Madam Park’s name.
Park Ju Yeon, the youngest daughter of Hyo Sung Food.
The name that followed her around like a scarlet letter after her infertility diagnosis.
Having married into the Seongwon family, she had long forgotten that name. Chairman Baek always called her ‘darling’, to the people at work she was ‘Madam Park’, and to Seo Rin, she was ‘stepmother’.
It was a name she wished to erase but couldn’t. Park Jung Hyun had called that name with an eerie warmth.
Why, oh why wouldn’t he let her go?
She was no longer a part of Hyo Sung, but a part of Seongwon.
She wouldn’t move according to his will anymore.
Madam Park clenched the handbag she had momentarily let go of, and looked squarely at Chairman Park, her eyes wide with fear.
Now, it was time to raise her voice.
“As I told you before, I will not support Chairman Baek. No mother would ever lead her child to a cliff. There’s no reason. I simply want to protect my child.”
Having said her piece, Madam Park picked up her handbag and stood up. But before she could cross the threshold, the icy voice of Chairman Park scraped her scalp like a cold wind.
“Why is Baek Seo Rin your child! A brat that doesn’t share a drop of your blood!”
The words ‘a brat that doesn’t share a drop of your blood’ filled her emptiness cruelly.
Do you have the right to talk about bloodlines?
You were the one who discarded your own flesh and blood as if it was worthless and left it like a wornout shoe!
“You have no right to say that, brother. Didn’t we live like strangers even though we shared blood? No, we were worse than strangers.”
“What?”
“Living made me realize that blood does not make a family. My family was my husband and Seo Rin. Now that I don’t have a husband, Seo Rin is the only family I have left.”
“Don’t be foolish. Blood is thick. Do you think Seo Rin will reciprocate your extreme devotion? To defend a girl who won’t even call you mom? Wake up. The first person Seo Rin will turn her back on when you lose your shares is you. Face reality.”
“If I didn’t have these shares, neither you nor Chairman Baek would have invited me to a place like this. So I will judge the reality. Don’t call me for such matters in the future. And don’t mention our Seo Rin.”
“You’ll regret this.”
“I’ll take responsibility for my own regrets. And let me say it again, if you touch our Seo Rin… I won’t just sit still.”
Madam Park turned around, expressing her intentions once again with a sharp and cold expression.
As she left the restaurant, sorrow and anger overwhelmed her.
What did they see her as, trying to make her stab her own child in the back!
Just watch. Even if she had to become destitute and live in her bare skin, she would protect Seo Rin.
Because Seo Rin was now all she had left.
Meanwhile, at that moment, Seo Rin was stepping back further from Tae Joon. The reality of the marriage that had hit her was beyond anything she could have imagined.
Every cell in her body stood on end towards him.
She was groping her past experiences in her mind, but everything in reality was unfamiliar.
Why did this man always thoroughly defy her expectations?
“Why are you avoiding me? Am I scary?”
“No, it’s not that……”
Uncharacteristically, her words kept trailing off.
Although she was not one to speak out of both sides of her mouth, the words she had assuredly spoken were disintegrating into thin air, leaving no trace.
Could she really maintain a marital life with this man?
Could she survive without loving him?
Numerous thoughts flashed through her mind. And as if reading those numerous thoughts, Tae Joon reached out his hand and whispered.
“You… always think too much.”
His fingertips slid from her neck to her collarbone, and just as they seemed to slide down, he grabbed her slender arm and pulled her into his arms.
She was pulled in relentlessly.
There was no room for refusal.
His hot lips landed on her shoulder. It felt like a hot butterfly had landed on her exposed shoulder, which was clearly visible as her wet hair was wrapped in a towel.
His fingertips were gentle. Yet, without knowing it, Seo Rin hugged his shoulder.
It felt as though a fiery brand was being imprinted wherever his lips brushed.
In the end, Tae Joon couldn’t bear it and lifted her up to set her on the dressing table in the powder room. The cold feeling of the mirror was felt distinctly on her back. But Seo Rin couldn’t even complain.
“I remember everything. How you react when I touch you here and there.”
“……”
“……From one to ten, everything.”
With that, Tae Joon sucked on her lips. And as if to prove his words, he lightly touched her most sensitive part with his hand.
A place that made her entire body bristle with just a brush.
Or a place that trembled as if having a seizure with just a touch.
Familiarity was this terrifying.
With a single kiss, a single gesture, Seo Rin’s body had already opened everything to him.
She could not even breathe at his movements that brushed in and shook her entirely.
What should she do?
She felt like she couldn’t bear it.
Her mind was saying it wasn’t ready yet, but her body didn’t listen.
The kiss aroused a stronger thirst. She wanted to accept everything this man gave.
Was I such a lewd woman?
But it felt good. His refreshing scent that she hadn’t smelled in a long time, his touch that familiarly only touched her sensitive spots, his hot kisses that seemed to melt her.
There was nothing bad about any of them.
It was so good that she couldn’t miss a single thing.
Her emotions flowed in. And his emotions flowed in. The intense interaction was dizzying.
In the end, he couldn’t bear it and untied the towel that was wrapping her head. When her wet hair fell on her heated skin, she gasped and opened her mouth.
“Tae Joon, that……my hair is wet.”
It was a phrase she spat out, wanting to slow down the toofast pace of her emotions for a moment.
But such a thing couldn’t slow the two of them down.
“I know. It doesn’t matter.”
“……”
“You’re pretty, even when you’re wet.”
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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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