When she woke up, the spacious bedroom was completely empty.
Momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings, Da Jung remembered that she was at Jung Hyuk’s residence and slapped her forehead.
Seo Nam Sik had broken into her house. Because of this, the police had visited, and she had to come here, more of a refuge than a place of escape, with Si Woo.
All of that had only happened yesterday, but everything felt murky, as if a storm had blown through and swept everything away.
Wait, what time is it now?
When she turned her gaze to the digital clock on the bedside table, Da Jung’s face froze in shock.
3 PM?
Oh my God! She couldn’t believe that she had slept till this time in someone else’s house.
Even if Cha Jung Hyuk, who had kindly left the bedroom last night, was one thing, why wasn’t Si Woo, who had slept in the same bed, anywhere to be seen?
Only belatedly worrying about her son, Da Jung hurriedly swung her legs out from under the bed. As she put on her slippers and got up, a groan escaped her lips.
Staggering across the unnecessarily large room, she finally managed to reach the doorknob and turn it. At that moment, a chilling coldness swept in, as if she were standing on the plains of Siberia.
The desolate living room stretched out before her eyes. And then…
Da Jung blinked in disbelief at what she was seeing, then looked ahead again.
“Roar! Roar!”
A baby tiger was spreading its wings in the vast living room. It was obviously excited, even its butt was shaking with a joyful cry.
Si Woo, dressed in a tigerpatterned onesie, really did look like a baby tiger. If his face hadn’t been visible through the open part of the suit, she wouldn’t have recognized him as Si Woo.
The erect ears, the wagging tail, even the precisely extended whiskers the onesie that perfectly reproduced all these was of such high quality that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was made of real tiger skin.
What was even more surprising was that the person crawling around the living room with Si Woo on his back was none other than Min, the manager.
“Yu Si Woo, you can’t do that! Get down right now.”
Da Jung approached quickly and said. Then Si Woo, who was wearing the tiger fur costume, noticed his mom and gave a pure and radiant smile.
“Mom, I’m Si Woo! I’m a tiger. Roar!”
Da Jung’s stern gaze melted at once. Her heart ached at the brave roar of the baby tiger.
Even though he was her son, he was overly adorable. He was adorable, but Da Jung was not the type of mom who would stand by and allow such a nuisance.
Shaking her head, Da Jung promptly picked up Si Woo from Min’s back.
“Manager Min. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s been a while since I’ve had this much fun. Haha.”
Seeing Manager Min’s forced smile, Da Jung didn’t know what to do. Despite the cold temperature of the living room, his forehead was slick with sweat.
He was so busy he couldn’t even play with his own kid, yet he was entertaining the president’s son to the point of exhaustion.
But the effort now would not be in vain. The quickthinking Manager Min had already seen several moves ahead and had put flattery into action.
If someone had to be next in line after Executive Director Cha, who would it be? It was this little tiger. From now on, he had to make a good impression to ensure that he could secure at least one executive position before retirement.
With a firm resolution, Manager Min wiped the sweat beads that had formed on his forehead.
Then, the sound of the front door opening was heard. The rustling footstep sounds were followed by Jung Hyuk entering the living room.
The indifferent glance unusually swept over the bustling main house’s living room, brushed past Da Jung’s face, and returned to the center of the living room.
With the appearance of Executive Director Cha, Manager Min became busy again. He, who had swiftly picked up Siwoo, was busily making the child laugh while playing airplanes.
Watching Siwoo become a tiger, Jung Hyuk had a satisfying smile. He was very proud to have played a part as a father in Siwoo’s dream.
“Siwoo, you’re so cute.”
The always delighted him received a nag from Da Jung.
“What on earth did you make the child wear in the middle of summer?”
“Why. I airlifted it from Busan yesterday. I searched the entire country to give it to Siwoo. Do you know how hard it was to get it because it was a limited edition?”
Da Jung, who didn’t even know his intentions and was blaming him first, was dissatisfied.
“That’s why. Of course, there is no winter clothes stock in the middle of summer.”
As Da Jung, who shook her head disapprovingly, was about to go to Siwoo, Jung Hyuk stopped her.
“Don’t undress him, he’s cute.”
“If he’s cute only twice, the child will be suffocated.”
“So, that’s why I turned on the air conditioner.”
“Mr. Cha Jung Hyuk. Do you think the child is a puppy? In the middle of summer, do you make him wear fur because he is cute? How can a person be so thoughtless?”
At the sharp rebuke, Jung Hyuk’s eyes became dissatisfied.
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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