“What’s this? Hey, hey!”
Noise, dissonance, ringing, unpleasant sensations, headache, and distorted vision.
A dull impact hit my entire body. My vision blacked out.
Somewhere, the scent of flowers wafted through the air. The sweet fragrance scattered haphazardly.
‘……do it anyway, …… right?’
Someone asked me. It was a familiar and missed voice.
What did I answer? I definitely replied, but I can’t remember.
Only a distorted face and a hand stroking me remained in my memory…
‘……Alright. If that’s your ……, then…….’
She responded to me. Simultaneously, the sound of laughter sounded like crying.
A bright flower field stretched out. A world of eternal spring. A paradise devoid of sadness and misfortune.
A world where those preserved in their pure state lived.
So, this laughter was…
A blurry figure beyond my sight wore a sad expression. Her voice was the only clear thing amidst the blur.
‘Someday, be sure to return, my child.’
What was my response? Did I promise to return? Or tell her not to wait?
My head throbbed.
No, ██. I haven’t achieved anything yet. I…
My head throbbed. I had never experienced such a headache, even after a night of heavy drinking. Breathing was difficult. The sensation in my arms and legs vanished, and the toxic air pressed against my lungs. I couldn’t even tell if my eyes were open or closed in the blackness.
“Ah, ah.”
I barely regained consciousness, only to be struck by intense cold. Struggling to get up, I saw a hallway adorned in black, and a person lying next to me.
“This is insane…”
People often laugh when they encounter something utterly ridiculous. It was absurd to the point of laughter. Even though I had run simulations several times in preparation for emergencies, reality was a different story. The stench of decay mixed in the air made me scrunch my face in disgust.
White afterimages appeared and dispersed in front of me. What was that? Overwhelming fear began to paralyze my rationality.
My fingertips trembled. My throat was parched. Was there anything I could do in this situation? Clenching my teeth, I shook the person next to me.
“Hey, hey. Wake up. It’s not the time to sleep.”
“Uh, Mom. Mom…”
The man next to me didn’t wake up easily. It seemed like he was having a nightmare.
I let out an involuntary curse. I had seen such situations on the news countless times, but when it actually happened to me, my mind went blank.
I had never heard of a Gate Sync occurring within the guild premises before, let alone getting caught in one. This was as rare as an Unawakened Returnee.
Anxiety surged, but I forced myself to shake off the ominous feeling.
No tears came out. My fear-numbed mind made me eerily calm. What should I do now?
Swallowing hard, I looked around. The air itself seemed malevolent. A murky, purple haze seemed to flow somewhere.
Since earlier, those white afterimages floating around… I definitely couldn’t survive this alone.
My fingers trembled uncontrollably. If I relaxed even a little, I felt like I would just collapse and cry right there.
But I couldn’t just sit here doing nothing. Swallowing hard, I hoisted the person next to me onto my back and started moving.
My instincts warned me. I shouldn’t head towards the area where that murky purple haze flowed. So, the opposite direction seemed like the best choice.
With each step, all sorts of negative thoughts flooded my mind.
Am I going to die like this, without achieving anything? I have no family, so what happens to my funeral? Would anyone mourn my death?
They say ordinary people freeze up when they actually encounter monsters. And that the stench of decay is unbearable. What should I do then?
The weight pressing down on me brought me back to reality. I wanted to leave the unconscious man behind, but the thought of being alone if he died was unbearable.
“How heavy are you…?”
The immediate danger wasn’t in front of me yet, so this should be manageable.
Was it the oppressive silence? The thick scent of death lingered around my nose.
Under normal circumstances, one shouldn’t touch anything inside a Gate. The rule was to sit tight and wait for rescue, but my instincts screamed that I couldn’t just stay put.
I continued to support the man beside me and entered a room.
Only after stepping into the pitch-black room, where not a single light was on, could I finally set the man down.
He still groaned as if trapped in a terrible nightmare, his face twisted in agony and streaked with tears. It seemed the dream was especially horrific.
Yet, strangely, having someone with me was somewhat comforting.
As I cautiously closed the door of the room, the lights suddenly turned on.
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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