Na Young reached out and accepted the lunchbox Mrs. Hwang offered.
“I’ll enjoy it, Mrs. Hwang.”
Mrs. Hwang smiled warmly at her, conveying a comforting presence. Holding the lunchbox close, Na Young felt its warmth seep into her heart.
“Na Young, how do you know the person Professor Choi brought?” Nam Ho Jin asked, intruding into their conversation.
The others also looked on curiously.
As Na Young hesitated to respond, Mrs. Hwang smiled and answered, “Na Young helped me during my health check-up at the hospital. This lunchbox is my way of saying thank you.”
Surprised, Na Young looked at Mrs. Hwang.
“Wow, what did you do at the health check-up to deserve a lunchbox in return?” Nam Ho Jin mused, looking between her and the lunchbox.
Mrs. Hwang gently squeezed Na Young’s hand and bid her farewell, “I must go now. I’ll see you again later.”
“Yes, I’ll visit you in your room when I have time,” Na Young replied.
Mrs. Hwang said goodbye to the others and walked back to where Professor Choi and his group were.
Na Young, seeing Professor Choi from a distance, smiled. He nodded briefly in response, reassuring each other silently.
“So, you knew she was related to Professor Choi and helped her, right?” Nam Ho Jin prodded her suspiciously. Ignoring him, Na Young turned and walked away, feeling energized even without having eaten the lunchbox yet.
She now understood why Professor Choi was so serious about food; it wasn’t just nourishment for the body but also for the soul.
Yoon Ina watched Mrs. Hwang, who had met Na Young, silently before turning to see Choi’s profile. His eyes were fixed on Na Young, seemingly oblivious to everything else, which displeased Ina.
“Why is it so easy for her?” She pondered, feeling the unfairness of longing for Choi for 14 years, while Na Young seemingly achieved it effortlessly.
“Have you changed your mind about assisting in the surgery?” she asked Choi.
Only then did he look away from Na Young to Ina, his gaze emotionless.
“Yes. I’ll be there too,” Choi replied.
“I’ll do my best, knowing how important Mrs. Hwang is to you,” Ina said, smiling gently.
At least for now, she was the one who could protect someone important to Choi, not Na Young. She relished this fact.
“Let’s do well in the surgery together.”
Choi stared at her outstretched hand, then slowly extended his own to shake it.
“Thanks, I’m counting on you.”
Despite knowing Choi would revert to his aloof self after the surgery, Ina was deeply drawn to his changed demeanor.
Like the moment Eve bit into the apple.
Upon entering the reserved single room, Mrs. Hwang’s first words were about changing the room.
“Why waste money on a single room when a six-bed one is enough? The old man would be furious.”
Mrs. Hwang was still mindful of her grandfather even at the hospital, to which Tae Hyuk firmly responded, “Don’t worry, the grandfather won’t come near the hospital.”
Still, Mrs. Hwang kept fretting about wasting money, a testament to the power of long-term conditioning.
Tae Hyuk instructed Hong Sik, “I have to go work, so take good care of Mrs. Hwang. Call me immediately if anything happens.”
“Got it. You can count on me,” Hong Sik confidently replied, just as Seung Hee entered the room.
“Hello,” Seung Hee greeted cheerily, lighting up Hong Sik’s face.
With her round glasses, slender oval face, and bright, large eyes, she resembled a heroine from a romance comic.
“Are you Mrs. Hwang’s primary physician?” Tae Hyuk asked, to which Seung Hee shook her head.
“No, I volunteered, but Professor Yoon didn’t even acknowledge it.”
Both Tae Hyuk and Seung Hee knew the reason and exchanged understanding glances.
“Who is this doctor?” Mrs. Hwang asked curiously.
“I’m Na Young’s roommate and a resident in gastrointestinal surgery. Please call me if you need a doctor,” Seung Hee introduced herself kindly.
Mrs. Hwang responded warmly, but suddenly Hong Sik’s face intruded between them, startling Seung Hee.
“I’m Park Hong Sik.”
Tae Hyuk quickly reassured Seung Hee by pushing Hong Sik’s head away, “Don’t be scared. He’s human.”
The news of Professor Choi assisting in Professor Yoon’s surgery created a buzz in the hospital.
“Wow, this is going to be a legendary surgery!”
“I’m definitely going to watch it if I can. When else will we see those two together in the OR?”
“It’s unimaginable, the Snake assisting someone else’s surgery.”
“They say it’s Professor Choi’s family.”
“Even the Snake cares for his family. If only he was a fraction as kind to us.”
Everyone planned to watch the surgery, but Na Young decided against it, confident that they would successfully complete it without her presence.
Rrrrrrrrrr Rrrrrrrrrr[Dash]
Na Young’s phone rang, and she checked the caller ID.
“Director Cha Hyun.”
Surprised, she moved to a quieter area.
“Hello?”
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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