Yuna’s clothes became loose as she lost weight. However, that didn’t mean she could leave the company. Although she wanted to submit her resignation immediately, she was in a position where she couldn’t move recklessly.
Now more than ever, she had to pretend like nothing was wrong.
No, should she act as if she’s upset because Taekyung is in critical condition?
Even if he disappeared quickly, everyone who could see, and everyone who mattered, already knew. If she acted too cheerful now, people would find it strange.
Yuna was confused. The uneasy feeling clouded her judgment.
Already, Hyunyoung and Minjun arrived at the company together, making the divorce between Yuna and Taekyung a known fact.
It was like the last duck’s egg in Naktong River.
The pressure from Cheolwook to force a strategic marriage became even stronger.
Nothing was going right.
Since the matchmaking with the youngest son of DS Group’s chairman, Guseongjun, didn’t go well, this time, they were pushing for a match with the eldest son of SG Group’s new chairman.
Passing through the company lobby felt like passing through the entrance to hell.
In the end, Yuna went to her desk with a half-hearted morning greeting.
“Good morning.”
“Assistant Manager Jin, did you hear the news?”
“What news?”
Eunjoo, who recently moved from Planning Team 3, approached Yuna with sparkling eyes.
Yuna frowned at Eunjoo, feeling uncomfortable.
Eunjoo was eager to share the news she knew.
“It’s about Mr. Choidoyeop. Well, he’s said to have amnesia! It’s not as dramatic as you’d see in a drama, but it seems like he completely lost memories of the last two months.”
“Two months?”
“Yes. I heard Team Leader visited him, and his body is fine, but he lost his memory. But he’s expected to return soon.”
“He’s coming back? When?”
“Probably next week? That’s what I heard. Doyeop is really unlucky. How could he hit his head like that? No, he hit his head, but there are no other injuries, and he just lost a bit of memory. Isn’t that fortunate?”
Eunjoo touched her lips with her index finger and grinned. To Yuna, those things weren’t important.
Yuna tried to process the two-month timeframe in her mind. If it was two months ago, it was before getting involved with Choidoyeop. Then, she wouldn’t remember the events at the hotel, or taking pictures.
This is a sign that God still loves me.
Handling Choidoyeop so easily.
Now all Yuna had to do was take the phone from Director Yoon.
No, Doyeop can’t remember, so maybe the phone isn’t necessary?
But what if there are text messages, not just pictures?
Yuna bit her lips meticulously, and she tasted a bitter metallic flavor.
“Oh my, Assistant Manager Jin, there’s blood on your lips.”
“Ah, Eunjoo, it’s okay. Go and work. Did you prepare for the meeting later?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll set up the conference room now.”
Eunjoo hurriedly disappeared from Yuna’s sight.
Yuna pondered over Eunjoo’s story.
Would it be okay if Doyeop comes back?
Sigh, she should have just stolen Doyeop’s phone herself.
She eyed the empty seat where Doyeop used to be.
“Oppa.”
“Seoha, you’re here?”
The hospital room door opened, revealing the familiar figure of Seoha.
Taekyung couldn’t help but smile just seeing Seoha. Behind Seoha, the little Inyoung appeared.
Holding tightly onto Seoha’s hem, Minjun hid behind her.
Taekyung felt choked up at the sight of Minjun. A huge lump rose in his throat, and he couldn’t spit it out or swallow it.
Clearly, it’s a happy moment, so why are tears welling up like this?
“Minjun, wake up. Dad has woken up. Go see.”
Seoha spoke gently and softly.
Taekyung kept wiping away the tears that kept welling up.
Seeing this, Minjun’s pupils shook.
Coming out from behind Seoha, Minjun approached Taekyung.
The teary-eyed Minjun asked in a small voice without making eye contact.
“Are you, in pain a lot? Should I ‘blow’ on it for you?”
At the child’s words, Taekyung’s heart swelled.
“If Minjun ‘blows,’ I’ll get better soon, right?”
Minjun held Taekyung’s hand, which had a ring needle, with his cute and chubby hand.
Forming a small O with his round mouth, he blew and made a sound.
“Hoo. Get well soon.”
Taekyung’s heart melted at the warm breath felt on the back of his hand.
“Ahem. Thanks to Minjun, nothing hurts at all. Seems like I’m already completely healed.”
“Don’t be in pain.”
Minjun said, still sucking his thumb. Then, he added with a crawling sound.
“……Dad.”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want Dad to be in pain.”
Taekyung lowered his head at Minjun’s use of the word “Dad.” It felt embarrassing to show tears to Minjun.
He wanted to show only the strong and cool side of being a strong and cool dad. But hearing the word “Dad” for the first time and showing tears like this, wouldn’t it make him seem pathetic and insufficient?
Regardless of Taekyung’s concerns, Minjun, looking puzzled, called Taekyung again with the title he wanted to hear so badly: “Dad.”
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
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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