Having removed her shoes, she entered through the main gate, but as always, Chairman Park did not come out to greet his grandson. Instead, Secretary Yoon greeted them politely.
“Have you arrived, sir? We’ve been waiting for you.”
“How does it feel to see the face you’ve been eagerly looking for?”
Junghyuk teased with a mix of jest and banter. In response, Secretary Yoon glanced at Dajeong and Siwoo, then turned her gaze back.
“Well, for someone with an owner, the interest fades away. Unrequited love should probably be cherished as such.”
Secretary Yoon was adept at deflecting without uttering a single word.
Wondering what kind of joke was being played, Dajeong alternated glances between the two and awkwardly chuckled.
“Hello, Secretary Yoon.”
“Welcome.”
She warmly greeted Dajeong, then directed her gaze downward.
“Young master, please come in as well.”
“Oh, hello!”
Siwoo, with a playful tilt of his waist, greeted with a bright and clear voice. Then, seemingly a bit shy, he twisted his body.
Observing this, Secretary Yoon, who had found it cute, accepted the gift-wrapped handkerchief that Dajeong held and threw a playful comment.
“Why did you bring this? Bringing nothing would have been fine.”
“Still, I wasn’t sure if Chairman would like it.”
Examining the contents through the open gap in the handkerchief, Secretary Yoon laughed, not sure if it was genuine or a polite reaction.
“He might like it. Please come inside now.”
Following her into the hallway, Siwoo suddenly turned his head 180 degrees toward the entrance.
“Oh, Mom… the swing…”
It seemed like the playground was calling out to him desperately.
“Siwoo, for the swing, you should greet Grandma first and then ride.”
“Oh, yes!”
As they followed Secretary Yoon into the living room, the dignified figure of an elderly woman with white hair caught their eyes.
Chairman Park, leaning comfortably on the sofa, was reading a page of an economic magazine. Approaching quietly, Secretary Yoon, lowering her voice, reported.
“Chairman, the young master has arrived.”
Even so, Chairman Park didn’t spare a glance, continuing to flip through the magazine.
Junghyuk looked at the composed grandmother, who was stubbornly ignoring them, with a cold gaze. Dajeong, who was reading the atmosphere, pursed her lips, seemingly embarrassed.
Even though he expected a situation where the old woman would rebuke Dajeong, when it actually happened, it was quite distasteful.
A brief, chilly silence hung in the air. Siwoo, who keenly sensed the uncomfortable atmosphere, lifted his head to stare at his mom’s solemn face.
Then, immediately turning his head to the opposite side, he stared at his dad’s face intently.
Junghyuk’s gaze dropped diagonally. Despite expecting it, seeing his son staring at him as if asking what to do made him feel uncomfortable.
“Old lady, at least pretend you know when guests come.”
Junghyuk let out a sigh of annoyance. Only then did Chairman Park, peering through his magnifying glasses, raise his eyes.
“Who did you say was coming? Weren’t you two coming?”
The gruff old man casually brushed them off and returned his gaze to the magazine.
Oh dear. Junghyuk forcefully suppressed the rising anger. Did they turn the garden into a playground because someone with such unpredictable behavior was coming?
“Old man, fickleness…”
Dajeong, annoyed by Junghyuk’s grumbling, nudged his elbow.
As she didn’t wish for turmoil to arise because of her, there was a need to ventilate the overheated atmosphere from time to time.
Still not giving any attention to the old man, Dajeong bent her waist gracefully.
“I apologize for coming without an invitation.”
“Understood.”
A cold wind blew sharply. At this point, Junghyuk’s patience reached its limit. He had always been cautious about such situations, fearing that Dajeong would get hurt.
Just as he was about to suggest they leave to spare Dajeong from witnessing a humiliating scene, Siwoo, who had been rolling his eyes, abruptly pushed away his mom and dad’s hands that he was holding.
“Oh, Mom… the swing…”
It seemed like the playground was calling out to him desperately.
“Siwoo, for the swing, you should greet Grandma first and then ride.”
“Oh, yes!”
As they followed Secretary Yoon into the living room, the dignified figure of an elderly woman with white hair caught their eyes.
Chairman Park, leaning comfortably on the sofa, was reading a page of an economic magazine. Approaching quietly, Secretary Yoon, lowering her voice, reported.
“Chairman, the young master has arrived.”
Even so, Chairman Park didn’t spare a glance, continuing to flip through the magazine.
Junghyuk looked at the composed grandmother, who was stubbornly ignoring them, with a cold gaze. Dajeong, who was reading the atmosphere, pursed her lips, seemingly embarrassed.
Even though he expected a situation where the old woman would rebuke Dajeong, when it actually happened, it was quite distasteful.
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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