Dajeong, who was led by the hand, raised her wet eyes.
She saw the back of the man walking ahead while holding her hand. The wide back, the bare skin of his broad shoulders visible on the wet shirt. The muscles subtly twitching on the powerful and firm body. It looked strong and solid, as if it could withstand any dagger.
After a long walk, they arrived under the gate. The narrow overhanging eaves somewhat protected them from the heavy rain.
Joonhyuk pushed Dajeong to the deepest part under the eaves and watched her closely.
Whatever he had done, the commotion subsided, and no more loud noises were heard.
“Look at me.”
Hearing a sniffling sound, he cautiously pulled up the jacket. The bulky jacket, worn like a shawl, slid down his shoulders.
The exposed nape of the neck was quite attractive.
Constantly sniffing with a red nose and teary eyes, her rabbit-like eyes were distinctive.
For a moment, as he stared at her with a troubled expression, he pulled out a strand of hair stuck to Dajeong’s cheek and said,
“Yuda-jeong. I’m sorry.”
Dajeong, looking up at him, had teary and blurry eyes.
“Mr. Chajunghyuk… Why?”
Contrary to her feelings, a sniffle sound came out.
“Just because. I’m sorry for being me, sorry for being our grandmother’s grandson, sorry for having a big house, and sorry for the gate being on the opposite side.”
Even though she knew it wasn’t his fault, Dajeong’s face turned sour.
“Mr. Chajunghyuk, Grandma told me to bring our Siwoo. She said she’d give 3 billion.”
“Really?”
He said indifferently, as if it weren’t surprising, while finishing the wet hair.
“I refused.”
“Then it’s done, why cry?”
Dajeong, who had been sniffling, twisted her face unpleasantly again. The more she thought about it, the more unjust she felt.
“It’s sad! I’m Siwoo’s mom, why do they do whatever they want! No one’s on my side! They always say things to me! It’s really frustrating!”
Dajeong, who had been holding back, burst into tears again. Once her crying started, it seemed unstoppable, and even Joonhyuk couldn’t handle it.
Joonhyuk burst out laughing. Yuda-jeong had many cute sides, for sure.
His arms, which had been gently looking at her like a child, pulled Dajeong’s waist and hugged her closely. Leaning against the dark brown brick wall, he pressed his back against it.
His large hands gently wrapped around her shoulder blades and patted softly.
“Try harder. Yuda-jeong, it’s okay to be sad.”
“Mr. Chajunghyuk, I really hate Grandma.”
With words that seemed to have been waiting, Joonhyuk laughed lightly. It wasn’t a proactive agreement, but Dajeong felt that he understood her inner thoughts without any filtering.
“No, Mom and Dad are separate, why did she file for sole custody? It’s laughable, really. Just for money?”
“Right. Siwoo’s mom is Yuda-jeong, hilarious. Don’t you think so?”
He chuckled, leaning his head against the wall. Then, as if intoxicated by the rain, he stared at the raindrops pouring outside the eaves.
After enjoying the loud sound of rain for a while, silence gradually settled in.
“Chajunghyuk… ”
With a frail call, Joonhyuk lifted his head. With her teary eyes that seemed to pour out at any moment, Dajeong was looking up at him.
“I can’t live without Siwoo.”
“I know.”
Looking at her eyes, moist without any apparent reason, Dajeong asked cautiously.
“By any chance, Mr. Chajunghyuk… Are you on Grandma Chajunghyuk’s side?”
“No.”
Flatly denying, he brushed Dajeong’s hair behind her ear with his long fingers. Dajeong continued with a tense face.
“Then, am I… on your side?”
“Well, I haven’t thought about it.”
Again, he casually brushed aside while his fingertips moved along the curve of her ear.
Dajeong couldn’t hide her disappointment. Even if he said they were on the same side, his indifferent attitude was irritating.
Frustrated, Dajeong wiped her wet face with her hand. Then, with a determined voice, she asked,
“I promised to protect our Siwoo as Siwoo, right?”
“I did.”
“Then, Mr. Chajunghyuk, are you on the same side as me?”
“Is that so because of that?”
Joonhyuk raised his eyebrows suspiciously.
“That’s what it is. Why? Don’t you want to be on the same side as me?”
“No, okay. I’ll be on the same side as Yuda-jeong.”
Whispering as if in a secret, he grabbed Dajeong’s wrist, placed his lips near her pulsating pulse, and smiled again.
The friction between the moistened skins created a peculiar sensation, mingling and then dispersing. Dajeong, who had become lively, blushed, and she awkwardly clenched her fingers in embarrassment.
Why was she the only one serious? This man even looked playful.
Whatever it was, Dajeong had made up her mind. If a scoundrel was to be a scoundrel, was there a law that said he had to be good-looking too? If she had to pick a scoundrel, it might as well be a handsome one.
“Then let’s swear!”
Dajeong said as she leaned her weight on him. To get a closer look at his face, she had to twist her head about 45 degrees.
“What kind of oath?”
“To protect Siwoo from Grandma Chajunghyuk!”
Joonhyuk burst out laughing. What kind of difficult oath was that? It was a problem that didn’t even require an oath because it was so obvious.
“Okay, swear.”
“Great. Let’s do it right now!”
“Huh? Right now…? Suddenly?”
Joonhyuk’s pupils rolled into crescent shapes without any input.
The words thrown without any prior discussion aroused a subtle excitement and anticipation. For Dajeong, who was already soaked, it seemed like a dangerous provocation.
At that moment, a water droplet at the tip of her hair caught his attention. The scene of a water droplet falling neatly onto her white nape, slipping sensually down the curvatures, and disappearing somewhere deep inside her shirt, sparked a certain warmth.
“Then swear!”
Dajeong said, pushing against him forcefully. Although she didn’t know what she was doing, it was an extremely dangerous provocation.
“…Why? Does swearing make it happen right away?”
Joonhyuk’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I’m going to date Chajunghyuk right now! So, from today, it’s our real day 1. Got it?”
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The panoramic view of the rain-soaked gray city beyond the wide-open front window was quite captivating.
Watching that scene, Junghyuk blinked indifferently. Similarly, Dajeong chewed on her lips, gazing at the same view.
Like wet mice emerging from the water, the soaked man and woman stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room for a while. Amidst this, neither of them had any intention of letting go of the tightly clasped hands.
After a considerable silence, Junghyuk opened his mouth first.
“Yuda-jeong… Do you want to shower first?”
“Me first? Shouldn’t we… shower together?”
Dajeong objected with a shy expression. Hearing that, Junghyuk shook his head as if to say, “That’s true.”
“Maybe we should… do it together?”
“That sounds… good.”
At the end of a rather prolonged silence, Junghyuk quickly organized the awkward situation.
“All right, then. I’ll use the bathroom in the bedroom. Yuda-jeong, you can use the one in the guest room.”
“Yes!”
“The guest room is over there. See you later.”
“Yes!”
Looking at each other with awkward smiles for a moment, they each turned toward their designated places to get ready for the shower.
Dajeong walked away with a bright smile. However, there was a sensation, like an inadequately lubricated robot, a feeling that the joint hinges were creaking.
Originally, she didn’t plan to come to his residence. If they went back to her place drenched, it would undoubtedly worry Junghyuk, so he suggested using his residence for damage control.
So, the plan was to shower and change clothes here.
Dajeong followed suit, thinking it was the best option, but being in the same space felt so awkward, awkward, and more awkward that it was driving her crazy.
Even from the beginning, they weren’t comfortable enough to completely let their guard down, but becoming like this in such a space made even breathing feel tense and shaky.
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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