For some reason, hunger welled up within him, a sensation he’d never felt before in his life.
Licking his dry lips, one of Hyul Jung Hyuk’s hidden subordinates approached and asked,
“What shall we do, Master? Shall we cut the tendons to prevent her from running away?”
The tendons in the ankle. Hyul Jung Hyuk’s gaze automatically went to her limp white legs. Her long dress barely revealed her ankles.
Cutting that flesh and drawing blood? The thought was distasteful.
“……Fetch the shackles.”
Though puzzled, the subordinate didn’t question him and brought the shackles as ordered by Hyul Jung Hyuk.
With shackles that could not be unlocked without his key, Hyul Jung Hyuk held Je Gal Yeon in his arms as if holding a child and awkwardly supported her.
Engaging in an illfitting act, a peculiar satisfaction tingled in his mind. Only then did Hyul Jung Hyuk confront the emotion that had filled his heart.
He wanted to possess this woman.
(This is a time separator.)
How much time had passed as she buried her head in her knees?
Her legs were slowly getting sore, and her neck ached. She wanted to straighten her body, but she couldn’t. Hyul Jung Hyuk was staring intently at her.
Cautiously lifting her head to see if Hyul Jung Hyuk was now distracted, she was caught in his gaze as if he had been waiting. Again, she buried her head in her knees and sobbed inwardly.
‘Ah, I’m doomed. I’ve provoked this madman somehow.’
It seemed like he would find any reaction from her amusing. Eventually, she gave up and sighed deeply, lifting her head and asked with a swollen expression,
“Don’t you have any work, Master? Why do you keep staring at me?”
Hyul Jung Hyuk blinked his large eyes and answered with a sly smile,
“You’re my guest. Entertaining guests is also a master’s duty.”
That’s a good answer. I didn’t come here because I wanted to, she thought, turning her head away in annoyance.
“Is kidnapping considered being a guest?”
“Were you dissatisfied with that? Shall I bring you back nicely? Shall I carry you in a flower palanquin?”
“…….”
A flower palanquin would freeze her.
Why had he suddenly been proposing since earlier? She couldn’t understand. Flipping her hair with a sigh, she fiddled with her shackle that felt unnecessarily cold on her ankle and said,
“I told myself not to fall for me.”
“I didn’t fall.”
“Then what is it? Why are you suddenly talking about a flower palanquin?”
She couldn’t understand at all. Frowning at him, he poked her cheek with his forefinger.
“You still look like an ugly lump of dough, thinking about you laughing with that guy makes me sick. That guy you’re talking about is Danmokbi, right?”
Even though the name wasn’t mentioned, it was obvious that the guy was Danmokbi. But I couldn’t confirm or deny it, just stood still.
I worried if I answered awkwardly, this guy would get excited and kill Danmokbi.
‘I can’t believe I’m worrying about this!’
It was about either nailing or casting aside Danmokbi’s heart while pushing aside food. I repeatedly felt regret, as if Hyuljunghyuk was thinking of a cat chasing a mouse.
“And this is for you. There are many traps installed inside the bloodline, but the outside is the same. If you make a mistake, a lump like you will burst in an instant.”
A trap refers to traps made using surrounding objects. If you touch a line, dozens of arrows fly, and traps that pierce people like spears.
Of course, you might get hurt by such a thing.
But to burst because I’m a lump! Isn’t there anything she can’t say to the young lady?
I chirped back.
“Have you ever really seen a lump? Can you make it? Will it really burst, or not burst?”
It was a word blurted out in anger, but Hyuljunghyuk opened his eyes wide and retorted.
“Do you know how to make a lump?”
At his innocent look, I forgot about chirping and answered vaguely.
“Uh… I know how. If you have Nuruk wine, you can make it.”
I needed a yeast that could replace Ist without yeast. If it’s wine with fermented Nuruk, it can substitute.
‘But can I make proper red bean paste here? Is there something that can be used instead of red bean paste?’
I was seriously worried when Hyuljunghyuk snickered.
“Lump, are you a fool?”
“What?”
This is another squabble. When I opened my eyes sharply, Hyuljunghyuk touched the corner of my eye with his finger and laughed out loud.
“Keep trying to seduce me like that.”
Temptation?!
That very temptation, meaning the fierce tugofwar that occurs in love between men and women?
It was an unbelievable story. I slapped the back of Hyuljunghyuk’s hand and answered.
“……Exactly at what point did you feel love?”
“Ah, really.”
I asked sincerely, but in the end, Hyuljunghyuk grabbed his stomach and burst into laughter. Feeling like a fool, I was pouting when it happened.
Hyuljunghyuk rubbed my eye corner with his index finger and said.
“Don’t keep tempting me like that. In the end, we have to part, and if you keep doing that, it will be sad to part.”
At that word, my ears perked up. I blinked my eyes and asked Hyuljunghyuk.
“Part? Are you going to untie me?”
“Are you really a fool?”
“If you’re not going to untie me, why are we parting? ……You’re not going to kill me, are you?”
“It’s trivial.”
Then what is it? When I pouted my lips, Hyuljunghyuk again pinched my cheek and asked.
“Don’t you really want to go back to your house?”
Although his actions were no different from a child playing with a doll, the words he spat out were not light.
“You said you’re not from this world, aren’t you?”
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…
——
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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