The low-lit room was shrouded in darkness, its black interior centered around a heavy marble table. On top of it, a collection of expensive whiskies worth millions of won were displayed prominently.
Women, extravagantly dressed, sat around the table, drinking and chatting in the middle of the day.
“Mijin, didn’t the value of the apartments you bought skyrocket?”
A woman, who had frequented cosmetic surgeries to alter her appearance, asked cheerfully. In response, the most lavishly adorned among them reacted.
“Just pocket change.”
Mijin casually replied, though a hint of pleasure betrayed her nonchalance. Her boastful answer drew the other women’s attention.
“How much did you earn? You should share good things.”
“It’s completely overheated there.”
“Oh, I should have bought one too. My husband is regretting not listening to me.”
Basking in the envy and complaints of her peers, Mijin felt a surge of satisfaction and glanced away, hiding her true feelings. Her gaze then fell upon a woman who, unlike the rest, did not indulge in the raucousness but sat with an air of aloofness.
In contrast to the others, wrapped in limited-edition luxury items, this woman’s simple yet elegant attire only accentuated her grace. Disinterested in the conversation and sipping whisky on the rocks, she seemed detached yet bored. Mijin didn’t like it. Raising an eyebrow slightly, she decided to speak to her.
“Yunseo, don’t you have anything to share?”
At the sound of her name, the woman, Han Yunseo, finally raised her head. She didn’t really respond. The idea of meeting with such low-level friends was merely annoying.
This gathering was a reunion of college alumni, ongoing for nearly 10 years. Besides being graduates of the same university, they shared another commonality: all hailed from influential families.
Yunseo always had a criterion for meeting people: it was all about ‘benefit’. This gathering was no exception, as it provided potential business connections.
“Oh, Mijin, don’t you know? The building Yunseo bought has skyrocketed in value.”
At a friend’s remark, Mijin scowled and swiftly changed the subject.
“How’s the stock price of TH these days?”
“Did you invest heavily?”
“Of course.”
Irritated that Yunseo didn’t mention her own property, Mijin was frustrated. Actually, all of them annoyed her. But she had to endure this inescapable gathering, especially since she had a reason to attend today.
“By the way, Han Yunseo. I heard your brother-in-law and his wife were thriving at a recent Gilmyungjeotang event?”
Mijin brought up Cha Doha and Min Haeyeon, cleverly steering the conversation, though Yunseo saw right through her ploy.
When Cha Doha was critically injured in a car accident, Mijin had fawned over Yunseo and Dohun, changing her attitude as soon as Doha recovered and returned to society.
So, Mijin’s recent remark implied that Doha being well meant Dohun’s chances of becoming the chairman were slim.
“It’s been a year since the accident, so of course.”
Yunseo replied indifferently, which only frustrated Mijin further. Yunseo found Mijin pitiful, unable to even control her emotions in high society.
But it didn’t matter to Yunseo. Tired of playing along, she subtly shifted the conversation to her purpose for attending the meeting.
“Speaking of my brother-in-law.”
The usually quiet Yunseo starting a conversation about her family piqued everyone’s interest. She captivated the room, then continued.
“Apparently, he’s planning something.”
What? The women, initially confused, quickly understood and erupted into a frenzy of excitement and gossip.
“Could it mean she’s actually working a job?”
“A company employee? Really, Haeyeon?”
“What could she possibly lack?”
The room buzzed with gossip. Yunseo, inwardly cursing, downed her brown drink, slightly grateful for their gossiping mouths on this occasion.
Two days after hearing the parachute comment from Lee Daeri, Haeyeon was transferring English content into Excel. Her concentration was interrupted when Kim Hyunwoo Daeri called her.
“Min Haeyeon.”
“Yes, Daeri.”
“This is the zero-rate tax invoice. Could you deliver it to Sales Team 2?”
Accepting the document from over the partition, Haeyeon replied calmly.
“Understood.”
Haeyeon’s expression hardened as she stepped into the hallway. Sending her to Sales Team 2 where Shin Teamjang was, Kim Hyunwoo surely had a purpose. With a sigh, she proceeded.
“Wait a moment.”
After handing over the document to the Sales Team 2 staff, Shin Teamjang’s disgruntled voice soon followed.
“Call her over here.”
“…Yes, Teamjang.”
Approaching Shin Teamjang, Haeyeon noticed the varied expressions of Sales Team 2 staff. While most looked sympathetic, some whispered, likely having heard rumors.
“The delivery quantity doesn’t match the purchase order.”
“I’m sorry, Teamjang. I’m just here to deliver the document.”
Shin Teamjang’s brow furrowed at Haeyeon’s polite response.
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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