“Yes. When we stopped by the rest area earlier. But you must have been really tired. You didn’t wake up even when I opened the door.”
“I must be losing stamina. These days, I get tired quickly.”
As Se Kyung weakly laughed, Jehun added a concern.
“Shouldn’t you be taking some tonic? Ah, more importantly, how’s your stomach? You couldn’t even eat the soup I bought during the day properly. You must have been hungry the whole time, I’ll buy some porridge from nearby when you go up.”
“I’m okay. I don’t feel like eating right now.”
Se Kyung who had folded the blanket and put it on the side seat, picked up her bag. She didn’t want to burden Jehun who had been driving between Busan and Seoul since dawn.
Rather than wanting to eat something, the desire to wash up and fall deep asleep on the bed was stronger.
“Just go in now. You worked hard today.”
“Yes. You too, sister. There’s no schedule tomorrow, so get some good rest.”
Having received Jehun’s greeting, Se Kyung got out of the car. As the van left, she went up to her room and fell heavily onto the bed.
“I’m tired.”
Se Kyung took off her earrings as she murmured like a sigh. It wasn’t just words, she really felt weak, her body felt heavy even though she had been sleeping in the car the whole time.
“It would be nice if someone could wash me.”
It was bothersome to remove makeup, and even to enter the bathroom. She
Se Kyung lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. Then she sluggishly gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom.
After washing her face and taking a shower, Se Kyung, standing in front of the mirror, touched her cheek.
“Did I lose some weight?”
She recalled that her appetite had not been the best lately.
She couldn’t finish today’s lunch, and even the soup Je Hun bought for her.
The last time, when she went out for dinner after meeting Yuna and the PD, was the same.
Yuna cooked her a plump eel for nourishment, but Se Kyung could barely eat three pieces.
That day, the unusually fishy smell had tickled her nose.
“Really? I don’t think it smells as bad as other places.”
Yuna said this when Se Kyung couldn’t bring herself to eat the eel.
Considering sensitivity, Yuna seemed more extreme than her. Even Won Ho said it was okay, so she thought her sense of smell was broken.
Or maybe it was because she had been feeling a bit off for a few days.
“Why does my stomach feel so upset…”
As she muttered about her condition, Se Kyung froze. Her dark brown eyes moved rapidly as if she suspected something.
“Could it be…”
Se Kyung, who had just come out of the bathroom, picked up her phone and checked the date marked on her calendar.
She nervously bit her nails. Although it was never regular.
“It’s late.”
The period that should start around this time was delayed.
Tae Jo went out to the terrace and put a cigarette in his mouth. He exhaled smoky clouds into the night sky, lost in thought.
For a while, he was too busy searching for an existence that seemed like a ghost or a daydream that he didn’t think deeply about…
What really mattered was something else.
“It seems like I spent the night with Yoon Se Kyung.”
In his sporadic memories, several scenes were mixed. Kissing Se Kyung’s hand, rubbing her skin, feeling her wrap her neck while they kissed.
Se Kyung’s sweet perfume and the silent sensation being sucked into his mouth were quite pleasant.
So that was why. When their slightly parted lips collided again, he embraced her body closer and desired more.
Tae Jo chewed his cigarette with a complicated expression.
Then why did Yoon Se Kyung suddenly sleep with me that day?
In fact, that was the most important thing. Unlike me who was drunk, Se Kyung was not drunk that day.
And why didn’t Se Kyung try to tell me that we had slept together that day, or even that she was in the room?
‘Maybe my technique wasn’t that good.’
Woo Hyun’s voice echoed in his head as he responded to a story on TV during the day.
Damn it. Who said it wasn’t good?
Tae Jo stubbed out his cigarette and went inside.
He thought she was a gentle lamb, but there was a mischievous cat. She climbed on top of him as if it was nothing, and then acted innocent while wiping her mouth.
Ding Dong!
Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong!
At the noisy and absurd bell sound, Tae Jo checked the visitor through the intercom. As he opened the door, Seok Joo entered with heavy footsteps.
“Hey, why did you come straight to my place as soon as you arrived in Korea?”
Seok Ju, who opened the door in the middle, grumbled. Tae Jo gestured to the living room with his chin, as if to indicate him to go there.
“Sit down first. What will you have for a drink? Beer? Whiskey?”
“Why are you trying to give me a drink as soon as I arrive? What are you trying to say?”
Seok Ju, who sat on the sofa, looked at Tae Jo’s expression.
He had a bad feeling about this. It was like he walked into the middle of a trap set all around.
“Just get to the point. Just get to the point. I came straight from the airport. I want to rest.”
“Really? Then I’ll also get straight to the point.”
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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