“Hold on, hold on. At least we get a good appearance fee.”
A hunter wearing a stocking on his head consoled him. All of them trapped in the chicken cooplike waiting room were in the same situation.
“Why does he ask normal questions to ordinary hunters, but not to us!”
The man stamped on the hat, yelling. He was considerably upset by the MC’s question about how many persimmons he could handle at once.
Although they were active as concept hunters, they were also respectable Awakened beings and licensed hunters.
To be treated so openly as toys for broadcast amusement and ratings was indeed humiliating.
“I’m leaving.”
The Straw Hat Hunter finally began to pack his stuff. The remaining hunters merely watched, and no one stopped him in his rage.
“Troublesome.”
A man who had kept silent all along, wearing Pierrot makeup, ‘Clown Mister,’ grabbed the Straw Hat Hunter’s shoulder.
“If you leave, recording might be halted.”
It was a normal way of speaking, different from how he spoke in front of the camera. Taking a short break to remove some makeup, he looked like an ordinary middleaged man, except for the redstriped Pierrot costume.
“Aren’t you angry? Part 2 of the recording will certainly be like this.”
“So what? Earning money and getting fame is killing two birds with one stone. I need to buy padding for my daughter.”
“I can earn money elsewhere. Just this year, I’ve been to six gates. Rather than being ridiculed here, it’s much better to risk my life and go to the gates.”
The Straw Hat Hunter trembled in anger.
“I know well. I’ve been to the gates too. But the money we make by clearing ten gates is the same as appearing here just once.”
Clown Mister sat in front of the dressing table and applied thick paint to his face. His wrinkled expert hands skillfully drew lines on his face.
Clown Mister wasn’t wrong.
Not everyone, but most of the concept hunters, were low in combat ability.
Even if they entered the same gate, the salary varied by rank, by guild, by achievements.
For a renowned hunter like Windmaker, a thousand units of salary were received for clearing one gate. The concept hunters gathered here had to clear about six gates to earn that money.
“Sit down quickly. Part 1 of the recording is over, and you should get your money.”
“…….”
The Straw Hat Hunter clenched his fist.
“Let’s bear with it a little longer.”
“If it really bothers you, ask the director to edit it.”
At that moment, other hunters, who had just been watching, stepped forward to calm him down.
“Ah, damn.”
In the end, the Straw Hat Hunter nervously plopped down on the sofa. He must have known that they weren’t wrong.
Meanwhile, Eunha was watching them from a thirdperson perspective, sitting in a corner.
Tap, tap.
Someone tapped her shoulder.
“Look at this. It’s my daughter.”
Clown Mister gently smiled and thrust his mobile phone toward her. Eunha’s eyes rolled and looked at the screen. Inside the small screen, a girl in a navy blue uniform was smiling like spring sunshine.
“Pretty, right? My daughter Minji.”
He breathed on it and wiped the screen with his sleeve.
“She doesn’t come home late at night because of her college entrance exams this year. She’s good at studying, unlike me.”
Listening to the cheerful story about his daughter, Eunha quietly stared at Clown Mister’s face.
“I want to buy her new padding before winter. She goes to the academy every day shivering after the night classes end, and my heart breaks. What color do you think would suit our daughter’s padding?”
That smile wasn’t for the show.
It was a father’s smile, smiling like spring sunshine, just like his daughter.
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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