Seol Ji Oh’s gentle voice tickled her eardrum as if it was melting her cochlea. When Yeo Woon closed her eyes as if her tension was released, Seol Ji Oh softly planted a kiss on her trembling eyes.
Once on her high nose. And once on her innocent, extended red lips.
Then, as if regretfully, he looked at Yeo Woon’s face and then stood up.
Even after Seol Ji Oh had disappeared, Yeo Woon couldn’t easily get up. The captivating face that had ensnared her just moments before surfaced in her mind.
The alcohol she had fearlessly consumed was coursing through her veins, and fatigue and intoxication suddenly hit Yeo Woon like a snowball.
The next day. AM 5:00.
Seol Ji Oh’s eyes shot open at the sound of a faint alarm. He reached out to turn off the alarm and looked down at Yeo Woon, who was sound asleep beside him.
Fortunately, she seemed to be in a deep sleep and was peacefully slumbering without tossing and turning. Seol Ji Oh lay back down and admired Yeo Woon’s sleeping face for a while.
A smile naturally formed on his face as he remembered the lips that had fearlessly approached him last night. It was curious where the years had gone, the more he looked at her, the more amazing she seemed. So, it was rather a relief.
No man could have left such a beautiful woman alone.
Suddenly, thinking about Yeo Woon being with another man soured his mood. But he shook his head quickly. As long as he was there, that would not happen in the future.
Although he wanted to watch Yeo Woon a little more, it was now time to go. His body reluctantly stretched in disappointment. But taking consolation in the fact that there was still another night left, he slowly got up.
Just like when he first entered Yeo Woon’s room, Seol Ji Oh, with his face completely hidden under a black hood, quietly slipped out of the room.
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Yeo Woon woke up feeling refreshed after a deep sleep. When she got up from her bed, an unfamiliar landscape greeted her.
Ah, right. I’m in Macao.
Realizing that she was the only one in the huge bed, Yeo Woon checked the time. It was 10 AM.
Seol Ji Oh must have left the room early in the morning as he said he had a shooting. Feeling a pang of disappointment, Yeo Woon stroked the bed. But she stopped as soon as she remembered the previous night.
When did I fall asleep?
Yeo Woon checked her last memory and clutched her head with both hands.
I’m crazy, Yeo Woon! Sleeping at such a precious time!
She had come all the way to Macao purely to see Seol Ji Oh. She could have spent all day just looking at his face, but she had wasted a whole night by falling asleep!
With a sigh of selfloathing, Yeo Woon got out of bed. Looking down at her clothes, she realized she was wearing a nightgown, not the white dress she had been wearing the day before.
Huh? When did I change…? I couldn’t have changed!
Yeo Woon quickly turned her head and searched for her dress. The dress was neatly hung in the walkin closet inside the bedroom. Yeo Woon’s face instantly went pale.
Did… did Seol Ji Oh change my clothes…?
However, the truth was,
The dress had been taken off by Yeo Woon herself while she was asleep. Consequently, Seol Ji Oh, who had been startled, had to cover Yeo Woon’s body, which was only in a slip, with a nightgown.
Thanks to that, Seol Ji Oh had spent the entire night without sleep, but Yeo Woon, who didn’t know this, blushed and blamed innocent Seol Ji Oh as she headed to the bathroom.
When she came out after washing, she checked her phone and saw a text message from Seol Ji Oh.
[Shooting ends at 9 today. I miss you already.] The embarrassing text made Yeo Woon deflate with an embarrassed chuckle. However, she couldn’t hide the corners of her mouth lifting up. [Do well in the shoot and come back. I’ll be waiting obediently!] After sending the reply, Yeo Woon moved towards the window. She wondered when it would be 9 o’clock, as the sun was still so bright.Down below, people and cars, the size of ants, were bustling about.
The city had a dazzling appearance last night with lights shining in every building, giving a strong impression of a glamorous city. But now, it was as if that had never happened, quiet yet charming.
There was still a long time before Seol Ji Oh would return. She thought she might go out and take a look around… Or maybe she was hungry, and could go to a restaurant for a while…
With that thought in mind, Yeo Woon settled down and began to search.
She found a couple of tourist spots within walking distance of the hotel. There was also a dim sum restaurant nearby. And an egg tart shop.
Yeo Woon lingered on the photo of the egg tarts for a while. The picture was so well taken that she could easily imagine the crispy texture of the goldenbrown surface and the soft cream inside.
After regaining her appetite, Yeo Woon hurriedly began to change her clothes.
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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