The thought went so far that the fragile thread of reason I had barely held onto snapped.
“Is it more important for Mr. Jaeha if I catch a cold right now? What’s a little cold.”
At my sharp response, Jaeha paused for a moment.
“Why on earth was Mr. Jaeha in Cheongpyeong? Did you drive there yourself?”
The towel that Jaeha had wrapped around me felt as warm as his embrace, making my eyes reddened.
Once emotions erupted, I couldn’t hold back the words I had been suppressing towards Jaeha.
“Do you know who Serin is and why did you go to meet her alone? I specifically told Uncle Hyeon-ik to bring guards. Why did you go alone against my advice?”
“…”
“Couldn’t you think at all? Why go there alone…! Ha, I told you not to meet her because it’s dangerous for me. Isn’t that danger also applicable to Mr. Jaeha?”
Jaeha seemed perplexed by the relentless barrage of my questions.
“Chae Serin is practically employing thugs or, as Mr. Hyeon-ik puts it, the worst of the worst…!”
A few days ago, Mr. Hyeon-ik informed me that he had been in continuous contact with Serin, a fact that revealed she was scrutinizing my every move more meticulously than I had thought.
With that realization, my heart felt like it would burst as I headed towards Jaeha.
Jaeha, who had been grinding like a malfunctioning machine, hastily raised his hand, as if to say, “No, it’s not like that.”
“It’s not like that…”
“Then what is it!”
I raised my voice unintentionally.
At my angry demeanor, Jaeha displayed a confused expression, witnessing my anger for the first time.
“Just a moment. The questions are pouring in, and I can’t organize them. I was brought to Cheongpyeong by a secretary, and I briefly left for some business before returning.”
“…”
“I went to see Chae Serin because I have something important to say. I never thought Miss Yeo Jin would be so worried.”
Ha.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been tense all day.
Even though Jaeha’s explanations were not explanations, my heart, pounding fiercely like a broken machine, didn’t know how to calm down.
“I already knew about the contact with the escort service. If there was anything suspicious about that woman, you wouldn’t have gone alone. In fact, you went with a secretary. And look. Nothing happened today…”
“You could have told me on the phone. Was there a reason to go there in person?”
“I thought showing would be more effective than saying a hundred times.”
What Jaeha said wasn’t entirely wrong. I understood what he intended.
However, that wasn’t the answer I wanted.
I wanted him to say sorry, that he was wrong.
That he wouldn’t worry me like this in the future. Just that one phrase would be enough…
Suppressing the welling tears, I begrudgingly accepted Jaeha’s hand.
“I’m sorry.”
Hearing an apology from Jaeha, tears that I had held back flowed.
I didn’t want to show my tears.
Now I realized how emotional I had become.
Unable to control strong emotions, I turned away from him, afraid that I might pour out harsh words.
“For now, I have to wash up and come out. It’s not the time to talk right now…”
“Yeo Jin.”
Jaeha grabbed me as I turned to go.
It would have been better if he had let me go to the bathroom, but Jaeha held onto me, and our eyes met.
His two pupils, which had discovered me crying, shook greatly.
“Come out and talk…”
“How can you just watch me cry like this because of me?”
Looking at Jaeha blocking my way, I bit my lips tightly. So tightly that I could taste the bitter flavor of blood inside my mouth.
Watching me like that, Jaeha, as if telling me to stop, reached out towards my lips.
“I seem to have considered going to Cheongpyeong lightly because I met Chae Serin, thinking about every possible scenario.”
“…”
“Of course, I was confident that nothing would happen, but I didn’t know it would worry you so much.”
To be confident that nothing would happen.
In this world, unexpected incidents happen constantly. Just like I didn’t know I would die in front of a court in my past life.
“Mr. Jaeha, there’s nothing certain in this world.”
“…”
“No matter how thoroughly you plan, you can’t prevent all risks.”
I didn’t know my family would leave like that.
No matter how strong a person is, in the face of death, they are infinitely powerless.
“Do you know what it feels like to be dying? I’m scared of dying.”
Dying was just a moment.
My 34 years of life, lived haphazardly, ended under a car.
Now, I don’t want to face death in that way.
And I don’t want to send my precious person away in that way.
Jaeha looked at me with caution as my words continued.
Perhaps my suddenly revealed emotions seemed incomprehensible to him.
“What happened?”
Then, Jaeha cautiously asked me.
My heart trembled at the concern in his eyes.
“I know it’s tough because of your family’s accident. Losing your family in an instant makes it even scarier.”
It’s not just that.
He seemed to think that I was like this because of my family’s death. I bit my lips tightly.
“No, it’s not because of the family…”
“…?”
“It’s not because of the family; it’s because… I want to confess to you, Mr. Jaeha.”
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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