Unaware of her own disheveled state, she had rushed in with the splint still on. Her hand, marked with paper cuts, bandages, and smudges of pencil lead, was in rough shape.
“Taesung sent an enormous amount of evidence again.”
Line threw a dry, pointed comment. Songgang felt a twinge of guilt about her battered hand.
“Oh, the volume of evidence is overwhelming. We’re trying to cooperate actively with the investigation…”
With polite and respectful words from Haein, Line turned her gaze to her laptop with a cold, hollow laugh.
“Name: Songgang Na. You are the person in question, correct?”
Line maintained her characteristic cool demeanor. A brief silence followed.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
As always, Line followed procedure diligently.
“You’ve had frequent contact with high-ranking officials in the education and arts sectors? Bribes were given and, in return, special privileges were received… like this.”
Line flipped through the documents in front of her, examining the list of favors and slid them towards Songgang.
“Have you received any such favors?”
“I will exercise my right to remain silent.”
Haein responded on his behalf. The same silent defense continued for all questions.
Frustration began to set in for Line. Even a hint of “I didn’t do it” from Songgang would allow a proper investigation to proceed.
Line shifted her gaze from the laptop to Songgang.
“The evidence submitted by Taesung doesn’t seem to be in defense of the defendant.”
Haein, acting similarly to the legal department chief, felt sorry for Songgang as he faced Line’s precise understanding of the situation.
“I’m not interested in Taesung’s internal affairs.”
Songgang felt reassured, realizing Line had a clear grasp of the situation. His intuition about her was confirmed once more.
“If you give up on defending yourself, no one can save you.”
Despite her smaller stature, Line gave the impression of looking down at Songgang. It was a first for him to be viewed in such a manner.
“Let’s revisit the former Minister of Culture. I see you’ve had connections with him since high school, despite the age difference. You don’t seem to be involved in culture or arts, so how did this relationship come about?”
“I’ll exercise my right to remain silent.”
With Haein echoing the same silent defense, Line slumped her shoulders, sighing. But she couldn’t give up. Her eyes hardened as she mustered her last bit of energy.
“If you refuse to defend yourself, I will use all my investigative powers to prove the crime and seek the maximum sentence prescribed by law.”
Her lips were stern, but her heart wasn’t. She desperately hoped for him to claim his innocence.
“Just say the word ‘unjust.’ I’ll shift the focus of the investigation and put all my effort into it.”
“Last chance. Should we proceed with the investigation based on the evidence submitted by Taesung?”
In the intense gaze exchange between Line and Songgang, a profound message was conveyed beyond words. Both knew there was a different culprit behind the case.
Songgang felt a surge of heat in his heart. Line’s words and attitude, the complex situations involving Taesung, his father, and himself weighed heavily on him.
“Attorney Cha Haein, please step aside for a moment. Can we turn off the recording for a bit?”
Songgang broke the silence. He had sorted out his current situation, what to hold onto, what to let go of, and what needed protection.
Line complied, creating the environment Songgang requested. She was somewhat expectant, hoping for a hint, even if it held no legal power.
“I’ll ask you instead, Prosecutor Line.”
Line listened intently, her expression tense.
With Songgang’s response pending, the air was thick with anticipation, signaling a crucial turn in the case.
“Regardless of where Prosecutor Line’s investigation leads, there will be justice, right?”
Her words struck a chord with Line’s conscience as a prosecutor, for justice was the driving force that motivated her.
Songgang challenged her with his gaze instead of words, leaving Line momentarily speechless.
“You know I’m not the real culprit, don’t you, Prosecutor Line?”
Line knew he wasn’t the culprit, but as a prosecutor, she couldn’t easily voice this.
“What worries me is not just clearing my name in this investigation, but also the potential danger to Prosecutor Line.”
Songgang honestly expressed his concern. Contrary to his worries, Line let out a slight chuckle, tinged with a bit of defiance.
“Who would dare harm a prosecutor of the Republic of Korea?”
Line’s pride as a prosecutor was evident. Having never bowed to any power since donning the robe, the idea of being in danger did not seem threatening to her.
To Songgang, it seemed pointless to explain or persuade her. She appeared too bold and self-assured to be swayed.
“Are you going to pursue this case to the end?”
Songgang returned to the main topic.
“If not, what reason would I have for spending this precious time with Mr. Na Songgang and his legal team?”
Songgang was irked by her unyielding attitude but appreciated her determination not to back down in this case. The problem was her refusal to acknowledge the potential danger to herself.
“Prosecutor Line, I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.”
Line crossed her arms and thought for a moment before responding.
“So, who’s going to harm me?”
“Probably the real culprit.”
“Then I’ll just have to catch whoever attacks me, right?”
It was unclear whether she was taking his words lightly or was genuinely fearless.
“Let me know if you ever need help.”
Songgang’s sincere concern touched Line’s pride. She stiffened her expression and closed her laptop.
“Helping a prosecutor involves cooperating with the investigation. Although your statement about not being the culprit wasn’t recorded, I’ll keep it in mind during the investigation. We’ll conclude today’s inquiry here. You may leave.”
Indeed, Line was not an easy opponent. Uninterested in money, fame, or power, there was no leverage to be had over her.
Whether she saw her robe as armor or was content to live only for justice, Songgang couldn’t tell.
He was almost moved by Line’s fearless passion, seemingly unaware of the world’s dangers. Exhaling a deep sigh he had been holding back, Songgang respected her pure dedication.
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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