“Yes. I was thinking we could talk about it the next time you come home.”
Se Kyung nodded with a heavy expression.
“But what if mom cries when she finds out I’m pregnant?”
The corner of Se Kyung’s protruding mouth sagged downwards. At the same time, her eyes welled up as if she was about to burst into tears any second.
“No… Isn’t the one crying right now Se Kyung, not your mom?”
“Usually when mom’s mentioned, everyone gets a little choked up.”
As Tae Jo moved to her side, Se Kyung’s eyes hardened in protest. She seemed to be on the verge of crying, but she was desperately trying not to let her tears fall.
“And this… When you’re pregnant, your emotions fluctuate a lot. That’s what’s happening.”
“I know. That’s why you shouldn’t hold back. Just cry.”
Tae Jo gently wiped her reddened eyes. And then, like a dam bursting, the tears she had been holding back dropped freely.
Ah, she really tried not to cry.
Se Kyung, who was biting her lips, hurriedly wiped her tears. But no matter how much she wiped them, they kept flowing ceaselessly like a spring.
She thought she could handle it, that she could solve everything with her abilities. But it seemed a part of her heart was filled with unspoken anxiety.
“Heuk….”
As if venting the pentup anxiety, she started crying again. Tae Jo, wrapping his arms around the sobbing Se Kyung’s head, pulled her into his embrace.
Her drooping face was buried in his broad chest. His shirt was soaked with tears, but Tae Jo didn’t seem to mind.
He just gently stroked Se Kyung’s head. As if he knew all about her anxiety.
“….”
In his warm embrace and gentle touch that cradled her head, she felt an unexpected sense of relief.
Se Kyung, burrowing into Tae Jo’s embrace, gripped his shirt tightly.
“It’s all because of you, President. You told me to cry unnecessarily.”
An ice pack was placed over the eyes of Se Kyung, who was lying on the sofa. Her eyes were swollen from crying in his arms for almost an hour.
“Who was the one crying in my arms? Are you blaming me after taking full advantage of me?”
Tae Jo swiftly lifted the ice pack. When Se Kyung looked at him with her red, bunnylike eyes, he pointed at his tearstained shirt.
“Well, who told you to hug someone who is crying?”
Se Kyung snatched the ice pack from Tae Jo’s hand and placed it back on her eyes.
Whether she was embarrassed about crying like a child in front of him or not, her round ears and cheeks were flushed.
“Why are you still sitting on the floor? Sit over there. The floor is cold.”
“Don’t our eye levels match like this?”
“I don’t know… I’m not sure….”
Is it less embarrassing to cover her eyes?
While watching her lips moving cutely and nonstop, Tae Jo once again snatched the ice pack away.
Then Se Kyung turned her head toward Tae Jo.
“See. It fits perfectly.”
Tae Jo, who was resting his chin on the sofa where Se Kyung was lying, met her eyes.
Why did he look at me in such a way that made my heart flutter?
Was it observation or interest? Tae Jo’s gaze never left Se Kyung.
Se Kyung, driven by needless competitiveness, looked straight into Tae Jo’s eyes without backing down.
However, that valiant spirit did not last long. It seemed that Tae Jo did not mind her constant gaze, but Se Kyung wasn’t the same.
“…….”
Se Kyung’s pupils moved back and forth like a pingpong ball, changing direction every few seconds. They shot up to look at Tae Jo, then sneakily glanced down, and then looked back up at him again.
But as her eyes kept meeting Tae Jo’s, Se Kyung twisted her lips as if she didn’t know where to place her gaze.
Moreover, every time she looked at him, seeing her own face reflected in those eyes made her feel even crazier.
It was as if she was reminded of that day.
“Stop looking.”
Se Kyung, who surrendered first, raised her hand to block Tae Jo’s view. He grabbed her hand and pulled it down.
“Why?”
“What do you mean why? If you keep staring at me like that, I’ll feel embarrassed……”
Touch. Se Kyung, trying to pull her hand away, froze in place. In the blink of an eye, Tae Jo’s lips touched hers and pulled away.
What was this? A new kind of silencing method?
Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Tae Jo moved in for another while she was still in shock. As if the first one was just a warmup, the second kiss was deeper and longer.
“Haa……”
As the slightly bitten and sucked lips pulled away, the breath she was holding exploded. Her moist lips whispered on his.
“What was that, all of a sudden?”
“Just, because I wanted to.”
Tae Jo’s eyes softened. Although it wasn’t a grand reason, why did that sentence resonate more with her?
Because she had always felt the same way?
From the moment she first took him to her heart, it was the same. She just wanted to see him, and she just wanted to be close to him.
Perhaps the reason behind all this would simply be ‘liking him’.
“…….”
The heat that had barely subsided seemed to spread again like a wild fire.
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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