Oh. How tired I must have been to fall asleep on the ground.
Seo Yeon found it strange that her body was not stiff considering she had slept on the hard floor. She thought she should get up, but found everything too bothersome and stayed lying down for a while.
Did the lady change the mop water? Why does it smell so nice? Hmm.
Like drunk on a familiar scent, Seo Yeon sniffed around and rubbed her cheek on the hard floor.
Why is the floor so warm? Did I sleep with the heating on?
Uh, what’s this?
As she felt the hard floor with her hand, the feeling was… quite different.
Seo Yeon, with her eyes squinted, slightly lifted her head. Everything around her was bright but something was odd.
“Ah, what is this. I slept without turning off the lights.”
Looking at the white wall instead of creamcolored marble, she repeatedly opened and closed her eyes, wondering if she was still dreaming.
Even if she blinked her eyes, the white wall wouldn’t disappear, so she touched it with her hand.
What? Is this still a dream?
But for a dream… the sensation at her fingertips was too real.
Suddenly, Seo Yeon, who opened her eyes wide, finally started to understand the situation.
The place was a sofa, the location was on Kwon Yool’s legs. And her hand was… why. Why!
Seo Yeon’s shoulders jerked in surprise.
It was then. Kwon Yool’s chin, which had been looking at the ceiling, slowly came down. Further down.
Ah, no!
Seo Yeon, who quickly tried to withdraw her hand, and his red eyes that just woke up from sleep, met properly.
“Ugh.”
Startled Seo Yeon tried to quickly get up from his legs and tumbled to the floor with a thud.
“Seo Yeon!”
Surprised, he too tried to stand up from his spot but groaned and sat back down due to his numb legs.
“Ugh. What to do.”
Seo Yeon, with her right cheek and forehead turning pink, got up first like a pegtop. Her waist hurt as if it was broken in two, but she didn’t even have the leisure to care about it.
“Just now, that was not intentional!”
Then Kwon Yool, who was rubbing his legs, raised his hand as if to say it was okay.
“Are you not hurt? Are you okay?”
If she hadn’t suddenly fallen, she would not have dared to say that she had a good night’s sleep on the warm stone bed.
“Ah, yes. I keep showing you strange things, ha. Why am I like this.”
At Seo Yeon’s monologue, Kwon Yool coughed awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.
The atmosphere between the two who had unintentionally spent the night was even more awkward than the night before.
Especially, Seo Yeon tried to think it was just her imagination that Kwon Yool’s cheeks looked rosy.
“Then, shall we wash our faces and meet again?”
As if lost, Seo Yeon’s finger wandered between the bathroom and the bedroom before she fled into the room.
With the door hastily closed, leaning back, Seo Yeon exhaled a deep sigh and slid down.
Have I gone mad? Am I insane!
Seo Yeon stared at her hand, silently crying out in distress.
No. On top of not listening well, she had fallen asleep right there. Ugh.
Would anyone believe it was a mistake made in her sleep?
Although it happened unconsciously, it didn’t mean that it didn’t happen.
What, apologize first, take responsibility later? What. What responsibility. A big, big trouble!
Seo Yeon, in a fluster, ruffled her long hair and heaved a short sigh. Then, she sorted out her complicated thoughts.
Even if she found some kind of reasonable excuse, she concluded that a sincere apology was definitely necessary, and repeatedly told herself to ‘reflect’.
Seo Yeon carefully sorted out the things she should say and the things she should not say until she faced him again.
Having prepared herself, Seo Yeon left the room with an extremely awkward demeanor. Then, she sat next to him, fiddling with the ends of her still damp hair.
“Uhuhm. You’ve already taken a shower.”
To make up for a mistake, start like flowing water, as naturally as possible.
Seo Yeon, taking the situation into account, slowly started her apology.
“Do you… live with your parents, Yool?”
“Yes. I also have a younger brother with a big age gap.”
“Ah, I see. Aren’t they worried because you’re suddenly staying out?”
Seo Yeon, her eyebrows furrowed, asked apologetically.
“I contacted them in advance, so don’t worry.”
Phew, that’s a pass then. Now to the main point.
“I think I made a mistake in my sleep. It wasn’t intentional, I was just too tired….”
The moment she met his black eyes that were cautiously watching her, Seo Yeon felt that her excuse was pitiful.
“Ah. No. Regardless of the reason, I’ll say it sincerely. I’m sorry, Yool.”
Despite her sincere apology, he didn’t say it was okay. He just looked down at his fingertips as if lost in serious thought.
How much time had passed?
His tightly shut mouth finally opened.
“I want to receive an apology in another way. Is that possible?”
What… way?
Seo Yeon, taken aback by his sudden statement, nodded her head in response to the obvious mistake.
“Formally, I want to meet 10 times.”
Though she wanted to say ‘we are already meeting now’, Seo Yeon asked calmly.
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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