Gwi-yeon boiled water to make tea. Hee-jung, while clearing the dining table, whispered,
“Since the young lady left in such a manner, neither the chairman nor the vice-chairman come home.”
“When is the chairman coming back from Sokcho?”
“According to the main director, he’s going to stay there for a while.”
“There’s no warmth even though the house is spacious. It’s a shame.”
Gwi-yeon poured the properly steeped tea into a cup and added a few traditional Korean sweets to the tray.
“Take this to the chairman.”
“Okay.”
Holding the tray, Hee-jung left the kitchen and headed for the study.
As Gwi-yeon said, the atmosphere in the house, where only Young-ran remained, was very different from before. Despite the warm spring sunshine outside, the house felt as if a storm was about to blow.
“People should spend their twilight years comfortably…”
Hee-jung sighed and lowered her head.
The rumor that Eun-su was practically driven out of this house had already spread quickly among the staff.
Everyone was incredulous, saying she hid her past illness.
Everyone gets sick at some point. If Chairman Moon Young-ran got sick, would her family abandon her? Some were fuming at the thought.
“You get into trouble when you try to control everything.”
Grumbling, Hee-jung went to the study and knocked briefly.
“Come in.”
At Young-ran’s command, Hee-jung opened the door.
She was sitting at her desk, looking through documents with her glasses on. Hee-jung couldn’t tell what they were about, but Young-ran’s furrowed brows and puckered lips suggested it wasn’t pleasant.
“I brought the tea.”
“Just leave it.”
Young-ran’s gaze remained fixed on the documents. Hee-jung was about to add that she’d call if needed, but she tightly closed her mouth instead.
She didn’t seem in the right frame of mind, and I felt that pushing the conversation further might backfire.
I should leave quickly.
Moving briskly, Hee-jung exited the study and quietly shut the door behind her.
“It would be best if she stayed inside until dinner.”
Murmuring her personal wish, she walked down the long corridor. She had only made it about halfway when a sudden noise broke the silence, revealing Hyuk-ju at the corridor’s end.
“Vice President!”
Seeing him, Hee-jung approached quickly, her face lighting up.
“Hello.”
“Yes.”
Nodding briefly, Hyuk-ju cast a quick glance toward the kitchen and asked,
“Where’s the Madam?”
“In the study.”
“Is anyone with her?”
“She’s alone.”
“Understood.”
“Well…”
Hee-jung tried to say something more, but Hyuk-ju, with a stern face, briskly moved towards the study.
Should I tell him now that I’ve sent a few items that Eun-su used to the villa?
After a moment of hesitation, Hee-jung shook her head. Sensing the tense mood around Hyuk-ju, and guessing he had an important discussion pending with Young-ran, she decided to hold her words for a later time.
“Sir, I have a small favor to ask.”
“Yes, Vice President.”
“Until I come out, please ensure no one else enters the study.”
“Understood.”
Finishing his words, Hyuk-ju knocked on the door with his clenched fist. Perhaps because Hee-jung had just left, there was no immediate response from inside.
After a short wait, Hyuk-ju turned the doorknob.
“I’ll enter.”
Upon the door opening and seeing Hyuk-ju, a surprised Young-ran removed the glasses she had been wearing.
“Decided to come in now?”
“No.”
“Met with Eun-su?”
“Yes.”
Hyuk-ju responded briefly.
His gaze momentarily settled on Young-ran’s face. Observing her seemingly unbothered attitude after so casually dismissing Eun-su, he felt a surge of anger.
His clenched fist tightened involuntarily.
“Eun-su asked me to sort some papers.”
“I heard.”
“I’d like to process it immediately, but I feel attending to Chairman Oh Joo-hwan’s matters should come first. You think you can handle Chairman Oh better than I can?”
“I believe so. I’ll handle Chairman Oh Joo-hwan.”
“Alright.”
Hearing Hyuk-ju’s satisfactory response, Young-ran smiled contentedly. She had been concerned because he took a vacation after meeting Eun-su and seemed to continue his stay in Jeju.
She wondered if Hyuk-ju still had lingering feelings.
However, Director Hwang Hyun-kyung reported he was dealing with matters related to the golf course.
Hyuk-ju had acquired a Jeju golf course that was auctioned off last year due to unpaid property taxes. Young-ran firmly believed he was now managing matters related to that acquisition.
Seeing things go as planned, Young-ran looked intently at Hyuk-ju, who then said,
“I’m not settling things with Eun-su.”
“What?”
Young-ran’s previously composed eyebrows instantly furrowed.
Keeping his gaze fixed on Young-ran’s rapidly reddening face, Hyuk-ju added,
“I don’t intend to break up with Eun-su.”
“Ha…”
“Just so you know.”
Young-ran clenched the document she had been holding.
Her grip was so strong that the veins on her slender hand stood out prominently.
Chuffing with incredulity, Young-ran reached for the mobile phone on her desk and dialed Eun-su.
As the call signal started, a vibration sound echoed simultaneously.
Tilting her head, Young-ran saw Hyuk-ju retrieve a mobile phone from his suit jacket pocket.
“Take it.”
As soon as Young-ran hung up the phone, the vibration from the mobile phone on the desk ceased.
With a pale face, Young-ran looked up at Hyuk-ju.
“The Madam gave that to Eun-su.”
“…….”
“There was a location-tracking app installed on it, which I’ve deleted.”
Contempt filled the eyes of Hyuk-ju as he looked down at Young-ran.
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?
——
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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