“Young lady. Can you really listen?”
“Yes, unnie.”
With tear stains on her face, Dohui nodded dumbly.
Looking at Dohui, who showed no signs of hesitation, Haeyeon made up her mind.
Late at night.
Haeyeon took the exhausted Dohui not to the guest room but to the main bedroom.
Having lain down on the bed not long ago, Dohui quickly fell asleep.
Worried about Dohui, who had heard so much information at once, Haeyeon, sitting on the bed, brushed aside her front bangs.
Only after the situation had settled did Haeyeon check her phone and realize what had happened.
Several missed calls and messages from Jua contained information about encountering Isuren at the restaurant and Dohui overhearing her conversation with Isuren.
Jua felt deeply remorseful for accidentally revealing the truth to Dohui.
Haeyeon would have comforted Jua, suspecting and restraining Isuren more than Dohui, even if it were herself in that situation.
“You’ve really grown up, young lady.”
Haeyeon gently stroked Doha’s flushed cheek. An hour ago, Dohui, having heard everything that had happened until then, calmly spoke with a changed tone.
…Unnie.
Yes, young lady.
What should we do now?
At that moment, Haeyeon couldn’t bring herself to answer truthfully.
What Isuren had done had crossed a line, but she was still a precious person to Dohui.
Unable to give a clear answer, Haeyeon looked at Dohui, who now had a determined expression.
You don’t need to worry about me. Even if Isuren unnie was a precious person to me, Saewonni is the same.
And then, Dohui, burying her face in Haeyeon’s embrace, murmured.
So, unnie, do whatever you want.
Somehow, Seol Jua and Isuren, who had a showdown, ended up sitting heavily on chairs.
The constant headaches that had tormented her for days seemed to have spread throughout her body, making her feel drained and weak.
Resting her arms on the desk and putting her hands on her head, Isuren tried to erase distractions, but her condition did not improve.
The reason I treated you as a person was because you were my friend’s younger sister. If there hadn’t been that connection, our relationship would have been cut anytime and remained.
Even if I were born again, the person I would love is Haeyeon. Even if my life repeated hundreds of times, there would be no place for you inside me.
Her face involuntarily wrinkled.
Trying to gauge Doha’s words with fierce eyes in the face of rushing thoughts again, Isuren made an effort.
Or perhaps, in the meantime, was there any room for a little gap? She calculated the number as she had done throughout her life.
I’d rather have lost my memory.
Gradually, Isuren’s thoughts reached that point.
She wished she could forget, like Min Haeyeon.
The confidence that she could be with Doha anytime was no longer there.
The time she had loved Doha had taken up more than half of Isuren’s life.
Even though there were times when she stopped gazing at him, her love for him was no different from the goal of her life.
What she had always considered within reach was now moving away to a place she couldn’t even look at.
“Why, Min Haeyeon.”
For over a dozen years, she struggled to obtain a love that she could not have.
Is Min Haeyeon an effort like mine?
Injustice surged from within. No. If it were me, I wouldn’t have lost my memory.
In the first place, I wouldn’t have absurdly lost a child, and above all, I wouldn’t have been dragged around by Chairman Yoon.
Hateful. She couldn’t stand it because of the hatred.
Doha, who said there was no one in her fate other than Min Haeyeon, made Isuren resentful for the words she had spoken.
The existence of Isuren is an unbearable presence to Cha Dohwan. I trembled at the thought that all my efforts so far might be in vain.
“Did you exist?”
“!”
As soon as the figure appeared, smiling as smoothly as his voice, Isuren raised her head in surprise.
How many times has this man come to my house? Come to think of it, not even once.
No, how did he even know the password in the first place?
Startled, Isuren instinctively brought her hand to her mouth and, realizing that the person in front of her might sneer, quickly lowered her hand.
The neat fingernails she had just a few days ago were now broken from biting.
“Get out.”
Isuren said coldly. The man, not showing any signs of being affected, said nonchalantly.
“Judging by the atmosphere, it seems like you might want a drink?”
“Really? Even if that’s the case, it doesn’t mean you and I will be drinking together while looking at each other’s faces, right?”
Having thrust those words at Lee Yunho, who had come in uninvited, Isuren walked away to change her clothes in the dressing room.
“We love each other.”
“!”
Isuren’s body quickly turned with the sound of the wind.
“You should be careful, my dear brother.”
Lee Yunho’s cheerful smile felt like a colorful snake slithering around.
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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