My Chick Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
Seo Yeon thought ignoring them was the best course of action. She simply didn’t want to face those awful people again.
Just as she decided to move toward a chair near the buffet and sat down, a mocking voice reached her ears.
“Well, look at this. I’ve got your boyfriend now.”
Seo Yeon lifted one corner of her mouth in a laugh that clearly conveyed how ridiculous she found it.
They hadn’t been the closest of friends, but they’d attended university together and always remembered each other’s birthdays—firmly within the category of acquaintances one might call friends.
She’d assumed the other woman only admired Seo Yeon’s unique style and taste; she never imagined she’d been coveting Seo Yeon’s boyfriend.
If it had been a complete stranger who’d stabbed her in the back, she could’ve just avoided them. But since their social circles overlapped, there was no way she could remain ignorant of their story.
She’d heard the news they’d eventually married after all sorts of twists and turns, but actually running into them felt far more repulsive and unpleasant than she’d expected.
“Why are you even here?”
The woman—who’d once been her university classmate and friend—asked this while placing a hand on the waist of her pink skirt.
Seo Yeon walked straight ahead without even deigning to respond, as if the other wasn’t worth acknowledging. In response, the woman rushed over, her hanbok skirt fluttering, and brazenly blocked Seo Yeon’s path.
When Seo Yeon fixed her with a cold, piercing glare, her former classmate swallowed hard before speaking.
“Fine. Let me rephrase that—why do you think we’re here?”
The woman gestured toward her own hanbok, as if urging Seo Yeon to take a good look. Seo Yeon was utterly dumbfounded.
“Move.”
At the sound of that voice—colder than ice—her ex-boyfriend, who’d once betrayed her, quickly rushed over to hold the woman back.
“Seo Yeon’s startled! What are you even doing?”
“Seriously? You still cling to Han Seo Yeon like that? Who do you think gave birth to your sweet little daughter after marrying you?”
Seo Yeon clutched her head in frustration.
More and more eyes were turning toward the spectacle: the hanbok-clad couple and the model-like woman embroiled in a petty quarrel.
“Seo Yeon, I’m sorry. Again, you only see me at my worst.”
“What are you doing right in front of me?”
“No matter how you look at it, we did cause you irreversible pain. Why are you always so emotional about everything? It’s exhausting. Seriously.”
They say when you’re utterly speechless, all you can do is laugh.
Seo Yeon let out a short, almost hysterical chuckle, unable to believe this absurd situation.
And just like that, things spiraled completely out of control.
Her former classmate—already hot-tempered by nature—couldn’t contain her anger and hurled her phone onto the floor.
With a sharp crack, every eye in the vicinity snapped toward them.
Some people even pulled out their phones, apparently ready to record a video. In the distance, security guards in black suits could be seen approaching.
“Your heart flutters just seeing your ex? Is this really how you behave at your only daughter’s first birthday celebration?”
“We haven’t even greeted each other properly yet. Don’t overreact.”
“What? ‘We’? Us?”
Before things could get even uglier, Seo Yeon decided to leave.
She genuinely intended to.
All I wanted was to enjoy a hotel buffet with a friend. Take your marital squabbles home. You lunatics! she wanted to scream.
But she held it in.
Just as Seo Yeon, teeth clenched, was about to step away, her shameless former friend began to sob.
“I’m stuck living with an empty shell. You’re so lucky—you’ve still got someone who cares about you this deeply. Hic. Why did you have to show up at someone else’s daughter’s birthday party? We hadn’t even finished taking photos. What is this?”
Sharp, judgmental stares turned toward Seo Yeon’s face.
If she walked away now, she’d be branded forever as the wicked woman who’d shaken another woman’s husband and ruined a once-in-a-lifetime first birthday celebration.
That was absolutely intolerable. Still, she tried to endure it.
“What’s going on? Why’s everyone gathered here? Huh? What are these trashy people doing here?”
Ho Jin, who’d just returned from the restroom, pointed accusingly at the very people who’d once made Seo Yeon cry.
“Seriously? I’m beyond furious.”
At the sight of her friend Ho Jin, Seo Yeon’s carefully restrained emotions finally surged up uncontrollably.
“Seo Yeon, I’m sorry. I really… don’t even have the face to look you in the eye.”
“Stop saying my name. It gives me the creeps.”
With her resolve hardened, Seo Yeon’s tone turned sharp and icy.
“When you were sneaking around from one hotel to another having affairs, what audacity do you have to act like you know me now?”
A murmur immediately rippled through the surrounding crowd at Seo Yeon’s words.
Already irritated by all the unwanted attention, she grew even more furious at the man standing there like a guilty criminal and the woman sobbing dramatically as if she were the victim.
“Hey! Why are you crying? Feeling wronged? I was the one shedding blood tears back then.”
Seo Yeon stared straight into her former friend’s eyes—the one who was now playing the victim.
“You did every sneaky thing behind my back, and now you call him an ‘empty shell’? Hah! Who was it that happily snatched him up the moment I said I couldn’t see him anymore because he disgusted me?”
“…….”
“It was you! You! Do you even know what this is called? KARMA!”
At that moment, someone in the crowd began clapping.
Ugh. How utterly humiliating.
“Hey! Don’t even bother with them—let’s just go. Ugh, these filthy people.”
As Ho Jin linked arms with her protectively, Seo Yeon turned sharply and declared,
“A person must know shame to be considered human at all.”
As Seo Yeon and Ho Jin walked away with dignity, the crowd parted before them like the Red Sea.
Then, someone brave enough cheered, “That was awesome!”
Ugh. So embarrassing.
After the entertaining spectacle ended and the crowd dispersed, Seo Hee remained standing in place.
She’d just arrived to attend a fellow training institute member’s wedding and, spotting familiar figures, had walked over as if spellbound.
With an intrigued expression, Seo Hee stared intently in the direction the two had disappeared—then let out a soft chuckle.
★★★
A standalone house occupying prime real estate even within a neighborhood reserved exclusively for chaebol chairpersons. Tall pine trees above the high walls displayed their elegant silhouettes proudly.
Ziiing—
As the automatic parking gate opened, Seo Hee’s car quickly slipped inside.
Stepping out through the door connected directly to the garage, she was greeted by a meticulously tidy garden—neatly trimmed shrubs and spring flowers blooming in perfect order.
And right in the center stood a solid, rectangular two-story house, as steadfast as a fortress.
“I’m here, Grandfather.”
Seo Hee entered the house, gently rubbing the head of a sculpture by the front door.
“So our Lawyer Seo has arrived?”
Seok Gu—whose grumpy demeanor seemed incapable of yielding even a drop of blood—greeted her warmly.
A cash billionaire famously known for purchasing a multibillion-won Gangnam office building outright with no loans whatsoever: Kwon Seok Gu.
He was such a prominent tycoon that news outlets once published articles revealing that, surprisingly, a single individual owned all the prime commercial buildings across Gangnam.
In fact, the annual rental income Seok Gu earned alone surpassed the operating profits of many mid-sized corporations.
“How’s your condition?”
“Hmph. An old man’s got to take care of himself until the day he dies, doesn’t he?”
As the affectionate Seo Hee took Seok Gu’s wrinkled hand and began checking on his health, the grandfather found his granddaughter’s concern quite pleasing.
“How’s Yul?”
“Go fetch our star grandson for me. He’s stuck to his mother’s side in the kitchen like he’s afraid someone’ll eat her up.”
Tsking his tongue, Seok Gu watched as Seo Hee stood up from her seat.
Crossing the spacious living room, she headed toward the kitchen, where an extravagant spread of delicacies covered the dining table.
Amid the bustle of household staff, the towering Kwon Yul sat cross-legged on the floor right beside his mother, Yeon Hee, guarding her faithfully.
Two people watched this scene with clear disapproval: Madam Kim, Seok Gu’s common-law wife, and Seo Hee’s mother, Jae Sook.
“I’m here.”
“Oh! Seo Hee, you’ve arrived.”
Yeon Hee, delicate as a cosmos flower, smiled warmly in greeting, prompting Jae Sook to pat her apron and speak up.
“Yul, now that your older brother’s here, you should go. Honestly, you’re so huge—you’re taking up space and making everything feel cramped!”
Kwon Yul didn’t budge an inch at his aunt’s words.
When he was younger, he never understood why his mother would silently cry every time they visited Grandfather’s house.
But as he grew older and more perceptive, he came to see exactly how his mother was treated in this household.
Ever since then, Kwon Yul had refused to leave his mother’s side whenever they visited Grandfather’s home.
“I’ll leave once this is all done. Mom, should I flip this side over?”
“Yul, I’ll handle it. Go outside and talk with your brother or go see what Sang Hyun’s up to.”
Even summoning his younger brother Sang Hyun couldn’t move Kwon Yul.
“He’s probably gaming. I’ll get up as soon as I finish this.”
“It’s fine. I can do it quickly.”
Though Yeon Hee signaled with both eyes and hands for him to stand, Kwon Yul wordlessly kept flipping the food.
Quiet and well-behaved as he was, once Kwon Yul set his mind on something, even Grandfather Seok Gu had to throw up his hands in surrender.
Knowing this all too well, Seo Hee simply sat down on a dining chair.
“Just leave him be. Who can break Kwon Yul’s stubbornness anyway?”
She picked up a piece of grilled beef from the plate and popped it into her mouth as she spoke.
“You’ve got it made—stationing your reliable son right here as your personal guard.”
Madam Kim spoke with obvious sarcasm, causing Kwon Yul’s eyes to instantly turn icy.
At that, Yeon Hee silently mouthed his name in warning.
“Who says only sons do that? What about husbands? Yours practically melts into a puddle if it’s his dear wife. Honestly, I’ve never seen such a pushover. Right, sister-in-law?”
At Jae Sook’s jab, Seo Hee immediately broke into a fit of fake coughing.
“Do you have a sore throat? Why keep coughing right in front of the food? What if you spit on it? Go wait in the living room already. Ugh, you’re giving me a headache.”
When Jae Sook shot a glance at her son Seo Hee, Seo Hee shook her head firmly, signaling her to stop.
“I’ll wait until Yul’s done frying everything. Hey, Kwon Yul—how much longer?”
Before Kwon Yul could answer, Yeon Hee spoke up instead.
“It’s all done. Yul, you can go now. I’ll clean up the rest.”
Feeling uncomfortable under everyone’s stares, Yeon Hee gently tugged at Kwon Yul’s arm.
Kwon Yul slowly rose to his feet, then looked squarely at Madam Kim and his aunt Jae Sook before speaking.
“Mom, if you need anything, call me right away. Please.”
“Ah, yes. I know. Go ahead—I’ll manage everything myself.”
At Madam Kim’s grumbling, Kwon Yul shot her a chilling glare.
Her neck instantly retracted like a turtle’s.
Quick to catch on, Seo Hee grabbed Kwon Yul’s firm arm and pulled him toward her, then pointed with her finger toward the second floor.
Although they didn’t live together, Seok Gu had specially prepared a room on the second floor exclusively for Kwon Yul—the eldest grandson.
So that he could stay over anytime he wanted. It was a privilege granted to no other grandchild.
Thus, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say the entire second floor had been arranged with Kwon Yul in mind.
No matter how successful Seo Hee was as the first grandson and heir to SeoWoo Law Firm, she could never rival Kwon Yul—the one who carried the Kwon family name.
The two climbed to the second floor and sat on the living room sofa overlooking a garden that looked like a painting.
“Anyway, what a devoted son.”
“You’re the one who makes me play the devoted son.”
Knowing all too well how harshly her aunt Yeon Hee suffered in this household, Seo Hee wisely dropped the subject there.
“Where were you just now?”
Noticing Seo Hee’s formal attire on a Saturday, Kwon Yul asked.
“Oh, a fellow trainee’s wedding. Hey! Guess who I saw today?”
“A celebrity?”
“No! Haha. You really should’ve seen that scene yourself.”
At Seo Hee’s giggling, Kwon Yul gave her a look that clearly said, Did you eat something weird?
“Remember those women we met at that bar back then—the ones with Hyun Woo? The prosecutor and the shopping mall employee. Han Seo Yeon and Yeo Ho Jin, right?”
At the mention of Seo Yeon, Kwon Yul’s eyes widened noticeably.
“What about her?”
“Well, the wedding was at a hotel. The moment I stepped into the lobby, I saw her right there.”
Kwon Yul recalled Seo Yeon’s earlier words about going to the hotel buffet with Ho Jin.
“But then this man in a hanbok suddenly stepped right in front of her—Han Seo Yeon—and started speaking to her with this desperate look in his eyes. Out of nowhere, another woman in a hanbok came charging over like a madwoman, causing a huge scene.”
It was like a scene straight out of a drama about love and war, Seo Hee explained enthusiastically.
“The wife’s wailing upon discovering her husband meeting his ex-girlfriend was absolutely something to behold.”
“But here’s the real kicker—turns out the hanbok couple had actually cheated on Han Seo Yeon! I swear, it’s straight out of a TV drama!”
Kwon Yul’s mind immediately conjured the image of that obnoxious couple fighting in the hotel parking lot.
“At first, everyone assumed Han Seo Yeon was the mistress and stared at her with fiery eyes. But once they heard the full story, they realized she wasn’t—and started clapping, saying how wonderful she was.”
“So… what happened in the end?”
“What do you mean ‘what happened’? She just walked straight out, arm-in-arm with that prosecutor friend, looking utterly disgusted.”
For a moment, Kwon Yul felt sharp regret.
If only he’d shown some courage from the start—he could’ve called her and casually asked how her day went.
Or maybe invited her out on the way home and pretended not to know, just to offer comfort.
Everything now felt deeply, painfully unsatisfying.
‘Should I go to her house? Leave a note on her car?’
Kwon Yul had already cast aside even the smallest hesitation.
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?
——
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!”
——
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…
——
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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