She entered her study without turning on any other lights, only illuminating that room. Sitting down, she set up her laptop and pulled out the script from her bag. Despite shaking it off on her way, dust still clung to it here and there.
She tried wiping it with a wet wipe, but it only smeared more. It was a futile effort.
“That character is half my creation, especially Hyunjun. I’m attached to it. I love this script, Yeoreum.”
A man living in her memory, or someone else?
“How dare a rookie writer talk back like that.”
It was undoubtedly the same voice, but it didn’t feel the same. Yeoreum paused her thoughts and gave up on understanding. If he had been an understandable man, they could have reconciled from the moment she first set foot in his house.
And even more incomprehensible was herself.
She felt no anger despite being humiliated on the set. After over an hour on the subway, feeling utterly exhausted and upset about coming to his house again.
She wasn’t angry.
Even though she was tearful until she picked up the script…
Was it because of the look in Taeseok’s eyes she caught after straightening up, having picked up the script? Was it because of the despair in his gaze, the clenched fists seeming meaningful, the tightly closed lips looking hurt?
So, strangely, she wasn’t any more angry.
“I’m the strangest one.”
Yeoreum sighed briefly.
It’s not like the drama will shoot forever. Even though every day seems like a struggle now, in hindsight, it will be just a moment, just like past happy times.
Therefore, she concluded, just write the demanded script and disappear. That was her decision.
She composed herself and immersed in the script on the blank screen.
Hyunjun, who had painful memories in Korea, moved to the U.S. right after college graduation, achieved great success, and then returned to Korea. One day, he strolls through his alma mater’s campus, recalling past memories.
Hmm.
Yeoreum put on her glasses and made some revisions. As she did, she began to feel that maybe Taeseok was right. For the story to progress powerfully, Hyunjun’s past couldn’t just be glossed over.
Was it not just a quibble, after all?
“Was he right? What now?”
She felt uneasy. It was just a valid suggestion from an actor, but if she outright refused it, that would be ridiculous. She had already made a fool of herself, but she didn’t want her image as a writer to be tarnished as well.
“No, still, throwing the script was definitely wrong.”
Right or not, Taeseok’s behavior was unacceptable.
She finished the revisions and was about to print and organize the papers when she heard the front door. Yeoreum opened it.
Regardless, she honestly wanted to tell him that the script flowed better after the changes. She also hoped for an apology for throwing the script.
“Why are you in the dark?”
Taeseok briefly looked at Yeoreum with her glasses on and spoke in a monotone voice.
“I’ve been in the study.”
“You don’t like the dark.”
Taeseok, having entered the living room after carelessly throwing his coat, prompted Yeoreum to reluctantly follow him.
“Sit down for a moment.”
He gestured towards the sofa and disappeared into the dressing room, unbuttoning his shirt.
Feeling silly just standing there, Yeoreum sat down at her usual spot on the sofa. Soon, Taeseok, now in casual clothes, walked back in.
“Have you eaten?”
He asked, walking towards the dining room. It was then that Yeoreum realized it was well past dinner time.
“No. I didn’t realize.”
“What didn’t you realize?”
“Dinner time.”
As Taeseok opened the fridge and grabbed a drink, he said, “There was sushi.”
What was she supposed to do about it? Yeoreum never had the bad habit of freely opening the fridge in a house that wasn’t hers.
Even if she had seen the sushi, she would never have touched it. What if she got scolded for eating it?
“Right. I didn’t realize.”
She answered shortly.
“I sent a message.”
“Oh.”
“Where’s your phone?”
“Must be in my bag.”
“It was your favorite salmon sushi.”
A lump of emotion nearly choked her. It sounded like he cared and worried. But that couldn’t be. If he cared, he wouldn’t have done what he did.
“Yeoreum.”
Despite him calling her name in a familiar tone, making her heart flutter, she kept her composure.
“Choi Yeoreum.”
After finishing his drink, Taeseok walked towards the sofa and knelt in front of her, grabbing her ankle. Surprised, Yeoreum tried to pull away, but he gently stopped her.
“Did the script hit you when I threw it?”
He inspected her ankle gently, like stroking a puppy’s tail. The ticklish feeling made her close her eyes uncomfortably.
“No, it didn’t hit me.”
“If I ever act like a mess again.”
He seemed quite miserable, even from the back of his head.
“Yell at me. Call me crazy. Tell me to get lost. Say I’m annoying.”
He lifted his head after letting go of her ankle.
“Stand up for yourself. Yell and protest. That’s right. That’s like you.”
She couldn’t understand what he was saying. It was the opposite of what he used to tell her.
“Shall we start over again?”
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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