Startled, Danmokchang raised his head, and a servant of Danmoks was standing at the door. The servant spoke without preamble.
“We are going to Sinsan tomorrow.”
“Ah.”
Danmokchang’s face twisted horribly.
[This is the time separator]There was no more time to delay.
Danmokchang picked up the silk and went looking for Iyeon indiscriminately. It was not that the room was dark, but it was already night. Fearing that he might be taken away in the morning, Danmokchang hastened his steps.
And at the place where Iyeon stayed, what greeted him were twin siblings with the same face.
“You…….”
Receiving a vivid hostility, Danmokchang awkwardly raised his hand.
“Do I have to say hello?”
Danmokbi did not answer and stared at Danmokchang. Danmokchang forced a smile and squeezed out an affectionate voice.
“You’re my younger sibling? I heard the story. Your name was Danmokbi, right?”
“Younger sibling.”
Danmokbi felt disillusioned that he could call so affectionately. How could he call so tenderly when they could not be good to each other?
Danmokbi crossed his arms and asked with a sharp tone.
“What’s going on here? You’re not here to see me.”
“That, that is.”
Danmokchang hugged the silk like a doll. The small voice that barely flowed out was pitiful even to his ears.
“……I was too hungry.”
The starved look touched Danmokbi’s heart. Danmokbi gestured to the red silk.
“What’s that you’re carrying?”
“It’s not exactly a return gift, but I wanted to give it to Iyeon. It’s something I no longer need.”
“Ha.”
The brothers were brothers. How did each word he say resemble the emotions he felt in the past? Danmokbi twisted his lips.
“I see why Iyeon said she first saw me when I was seven years old. I was this small, too.”
“That…….”
Danmokchang’s face brightened a little at Danmokbi’s words. But it soon fell again at the following harsh words.
“I mean, it’s not that Iyeon took good care of you because she liked you.”
Danmokchang’s eyes wobbled as if wounded. Danmokbi turned around sharply and said.
“Don’t come again, so you don’t anger her by talking to me for no reason.”
Danmokbi’s face twisted horribly as he turned.
‘I know that everyone knows what I have, but to give it to Iyeon. Is he really thoughtless?’
If he thought that the young servant who gained his favor would only be watched with contented eyes, he was a horribly naive fellow.
And although he was too proud to show it outright.
‘……What am I to give Iyeon a gift. I haven’t even given one yet.’
His heart churned with complex emotions. Anxious that he might vent his unwarranted anger, Danmokchang grumbled at Danmokbi’s turned back.
“Why? You talk freely with her. I want to talk to Iyeon, too. I want to tell her everything, my unease, my sorrow.”
Danmokchang could not back down easily. Today might be the last day. He would have to go to Sinsan tomorrow. So he could only taste that affection today.
“I am guarding the road now to protect Iyeon. You can’t even protect her.”
Danmokbi shot back in a cold voice. At that, Danmokchang’s face twisted as if crumbling, but he soon turned around, giving up.
Watching Danmokchang’s small back, Danmokbi growled softly.
“Darn, where did you get that from?”
Danmokbi’s words prompted the White Tiger, who had been sitting at his feet, trimming his whiskers and watching, to open his mouth.
I should talk to Yeona too. That girl is too careless. Not everyone she meets in the world will back off like a little child.
It meant to be honest with Yeona instead of trying so hard behind her back. I’m annoyed that you’re kind to everyone, and worried, too.
But Danmokbi shook his head.
“I won’t say anything to Yeona. It’s good that Yeona readily reaches out to everyone.”
At the stubborn words of Danmokbi, the White Tiger let out a big sigh.
…… You really live a tiring life.
“Chatter as you like.”
Still, I’m a divine beast, isn’t it too much to be jealous of me? Because I’ve always been by Yeona’s side protecting her, that’s why she’s been safe so far.
“Quiet.”
Danmokbi turned around again. The retreating figure of the singlebarreled gun swallowed by the darkness and the red silk lingered in his eyes.
[This is the time separator]When I woke up in the morning, Danmokbi, who should have been up earlier than anyone to train, was nowhere to be seen.
‘No, where has our young master gone?’
Thinking he had gone somewhere without my knowledge, I hurriedly opened Danmokbi’s room. And then I burst into laughter at the sight.
Danmokbi and the White Tiger were sleeping, embracing each other.
‘Oh my, how cute.’
I laughed happily at the unusual sight. If there was a camera, I wanted to take hundreds of pictures to keep. I put my hands on my hips and shrugged my shoulders.
“Oh my, what’s going on today? Both of you are sleeping together. And you’re well past the waking time.”
At my words, Danmokbi’s eyes flickered. His sleepy voice called my name.
“……Yeona?”
“Yes, young master. Do you want to sleep more? I’ll wake you up later.”
“No.”
Danmokbi shook his head back and forth. Then he said in a slurred voice like a drunkard.
“I still want to buy pretty clothes for Yeona. So don’t leave my side until then.”
“Oh dear, I see. Were you restless with that thought and fell asleep?”
And then fell asleep with the White Tiger. Cute Danmokbi holding a cute cat looked even cuter, and I laughed warmly. I nodded my head and hooked my little finger around Danmokbi’s.
“I promise. I won’t leave until the young master becomes a very strong person.”
“You can’t forget that promise.”
“I’ll keep it for sure.”
I smiled and covered Danmokbi and the White Tiger with a blanket. And I left quietly so as not to wake them up, not noticing Danmokbi was watching my back with slightly sharp eyes.
After that, I had nothing particular to do, so I sat in the garden, peeking at the crossroads, hoping the singlebarreled gun would come. But it didn’t.
So, day after day passed.
In the meantime, the singlebarreled tree called Danmokbi to his residence several times. The more time Danmokbi stayed there, the more uncomfortable I felt.
‘Being close to Danmokbi means catering to the singlebarreled gun.’
Then won’t the child be weeping with a sore heart again?
‘I have to go see for myself.’
I packed delicious side dishes into rice balls and went to the residence of the singlebarreled gun, but I couldn’t meet him.
Much later, through the whispering of the sparrows, I heard that he had left the world. It was Shinshan again.
“What? Why is the young master going there?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
The sparrows gave me a glare as if they were asking too many questions.
Having done nothing more than prepare a meal, I shed tears again.
The singlebarreled gun left, and Danmokbi trained in swordsmanship.
Time passed relentlessly.
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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