This impudent dog seemed honest with his feelings but seemed to deny the signals his instincts were sending.
“Have you ever seen Sharti’s face?”
Ren, about to reflexively say he had, just managed to keep his lips sealed.
If he said yes to Bireta, she would ask if Sharti showed it to him willingly or if he saw it against her wishes.
He had seen it due to an accident and against Sharti’s will, so Ren felt guilty.
“Have you heard her voice?”
“…Yes.”
“What did it sound like?”
Ren hesitated.
The question wasn’t about how or what she said.
‘What did it sound like?’
Sharti’s voice, seldom used, was low and raspy, thick then thin, shaky with emotion, rough as if mixed with a harsh breath.
It wasn’t the voice Ren had imagined.
But he could definitely say that her voice, which she thought was terrible, sounded like a wail to him.
“It sounded sad.”
A smile flickered across Bireta’s face and then disappeared.
“Your world must be wide with a normal face, body, and complete memory. Sharti will always feel her world is pitiful compared to yours.”
“Why are you so negative? I can bring Sharti into my world.”
“Tsk tsk, dumb dog. That’s why you’re a dumb dog. Do you think Sharti can share the same memories in your world? She’ll be the only one hurt. What’s natural for you will not be for her.”
Bireta pointed out the reality, and Ren could only speculate about an unencountered reality.
So, unlike Bireta, Ren couldn’t retort with certainty.
Ren tasted his own helplessness again.
“Why are you telling me this? If you don’t like me being here, just kick me out.”
“Because Sharti picked you up and is keeping you.”
A straightforward answer.
Bireta turned away from him and looked up at the sky.
The pre-dawn sky was gradually lightening, with no sign of the previous night’s dark clouds.
“And you, you seem somewhat useful, so I’ll keep an eye on you.”
“…….”
“Thanks to you, we’ve even managed to get meat, which is usually too expensive for us. And the kid who used to tremble at the sight of soldiers now stands up to them. Not bad, really.”
Sharti, though innocent, is quick-witted and strong, despite being fragile. Isolated in her painful memories, she still longs for human warmth.
Bireta slightly turned her head to look at Ren.
“But in the end, you are nothing more than a burdensome mutt, nothing more, nothing less.”
“I have a name too.”
“Sure. That name was also given by Sharti, I guess. From now on, you will continue to receive a lot from her, until you leave here.”
His fist clenched, showing his strength.
Bireta smirked slightly.
“Do you want to stay here to repay Sharti’s kindness? Are you staying out of guilt and gratitude, fearing to leave with a sense of debt? Or do you pity Sharti? Pity her for living alone in these mountains?”
“Watch your words.”
Ren’s eyes narrowed as if he had never been daunted.
Thwack! Bireta swiftly smacked his forehead.
Before he could react, Ren scrunched his eyebrows, and Bireta hit him again.
“I’m older than you, brat!”
“…….”
Out of pride, Ren didn’t touch his reddened forehead.
Bireta laughed merrily with her hands behind her back.
“Decide within three days. Will you continue to live here as a mutt, or will you come with me?”
“You just said you wouldn’t kick me out, right? I belong here because…”
“Make it clear. Are you staying as a patient, a slave, or a mutt?”
…Or perhaps as a man.
Bireta didn’t finish her sentence.
There was no point in awakening the consciousness of this dark-hearted mutt.
No matter how smart Sharti was, she had only held hands with men while treating patients.
Sharti was an adult capable of romantic feelings, but she was not perceptive in that area.
In the distant future, it seemed likely that Sharti might be swept away by Ren right before her.
“Understood.”
Ren also needed time to gather his scattered thoughts.
His plan to exploit Sharti’s kindness had gradually become a reliance and genuine concern for her, leaving him confused.
He needed to refocus before being swept away by the changes centered around Sharti.
‘Any more greed should be abandoned, and distance maintained.’
But even though he realized this mentally, his body was too honest.
‘Or maybe even my mind is becoming confused.’
Ren mused inwardly.
Even while having a private talk with Bireta, his thoughts were focused on Sharti in the bedroom.
Remembering Sharti, Ren suddenly realized what he needed to do.
“I have something to ask.”
He thought about what Sharti had been doing while he lay in the cave.
Now, it was Ren’s turn to do something for her.
As Sharti began to feel the heaviness in her head and the soreness of her body slowly, she opened her eyes.
The surroundings were dark.
‘Is it a dream?’
Sharti closed and opened her eyes repeatedly, trying to clear her blurry consciousness.
Sunlight peeked in from under the clumsily hung curtains.
‘Is it already dawn?’
Feeling as heavy as if she were submerged in water, Sharti barely turned her head.
Then, something fell from her forehead.
It was a poorly wrung wet towel.
‘Ah, I have a fever.’
Realizing late, Sharti touched her forehead to check her temperature.
She felt a slight fever.
Just as Sharti diagnosed her condition and was about to sit up, a voice stopped her.
“Lie down.”
“……!”
With the familiar low voice, the damp towel was placed back on her forehead.
As soon as she saw the turquoise eyes, Sharti’s strength drained away.
‘Ren.’
His face still bore the spider-web-like veins caused by the poisonous plant.
Ren avoided Sharti’s gaze and carefully covered her with a blanket.
He started with the news she was most curious about.
“The soldiers have left. It doesn’t seem like they will make an issue out of this incident.”
Adding that the Bireta family had left a little earlier, Ren paused for a moment in thought.
Sharti, feeling like he was someone about to leave, flicked her lips.
‘Why?’
Ren sighed deeply.
Sharti tensed up, sensing something serious in his reaction.
“They were useless.”
“……!”
At his cold assessment, Sharti’s eyes were about to widen when he bowed his head deeply.
With a face filled with self-reproach, he confessed seriously.
“Everything I gathered thinking they were medicinal herbs turned out to be just weeds.”
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!”
——
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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