Woojin spoke coldly to him.
“That’s the writer. Stop. Sooyoung caught a cold.”
“I bet it’s Seol Woojin who caught a cold. Why isn’t he wearing a jacket…?”
Sooyoung looked at him with a worried expression, but Woojin, as if he couldn’t hear her, tightly embraced her shoulders, directing his gaze at Yunho, seemingly oblivious to her.
There was a time when Ihoh wondered if Yunho and Sooyoung were talking. Listening to their conversation by lowering the window, the more he heard, the more absurd it seemed. He hesitated several times about whether to go out or not, but he didn’t listen to Ihoh’s advice, opened the rear seat door, and came out.
He knew theoretically how to use a cane to feel the ground, but it was the first time he had tried it in practice. Going to where he heard the voice, he swung it recklessly, and it seemed to be accurately stuck.
Even if he had a knife in his hand at that moment, he would have swung it.
“Ha… let’s talk man to man.”
Yunho spoke seriously, but Woojin lightly ignored him.
“Soran has nothing to say.”
“What? Soran? Why do you call people like that?”
“I called him Soran, is there a problem? What about it?”
“No, you son of a b****…”
As Yunho approached as if he would grab his throat at any moment, Sooyoung quickly stretched out her arms and shouted, blocking him.
“Ahh! Stop it! Senior So, please stop! Seol Woojin, please stop! Sir, take Seol Woojin and please leave.”
When Ihoh, who was standing there not knowing what to do, approached at Sooyoung’s words, Woojin stepped aside a bit and looked at him with fierce eyes.
Seeing the tension in the hand holding the cane, Ihoh swallowed hard.
A white cane was a weapon to Doyeon.
No matter how armed he was, Woojin couldn’t suppress the opponent who couldn’t see his body, and it was certain that he would be cut off if he dared to raise his hand.
“Hey, what are you going to do with Soran after sending me away?”
As Woojin growled softly in her ear, Sooyoung thought that she should send Yunho away first and stepped out of Woojin’s arms.
“Senior So. Go quickly. I’ll call you later… no… anyway, not now. Go quickly.”
Yunho, unable to withstand his anger, glared at Woojin while muttering.
He felt like he wanted to punch him right away, but even if he fought and won against a blind man, it wouldn’t feel good. Moreover, the stares gathering around were burdensome.
“…See you later.”
As Yunho, waving his coat tails, left the spot, Woojin reached out again and firmly grabbed Sooyoung’s shoulder, saying, “Let’s see each other later.”
“Later, just try calling Soo. I’ll propose in front of your mom.”
The threat to call a lawyer turned into a threat to propose, which would have been considered romantic under normal circumstances, but not now.
Soo-young grabbed his arm and pulled him into the car.
“Please, let’s go. It’s embarrassing for the neighborhood…”
“Am I embarrassing?”
“It’s not that Seol Woojin is embarrassing; the situation is embarrassing! Let’s go quickly before anyone sees us. Go and make the call. Okay?”
“You do it. No, let’s talk on the phone from now until I fall asleep as soon as I get home.”
“Huh? Does that make sense?”
“You’re going to keep Soo-rang from making a call.”
There was no elementary school student around.
Soo-young raised her heels, reached out, pressed Woojin’s forehead to avoid hitting it on the car, and pushed him into the car.
“Okay, I got it. Since I got it, let’s go quickly. I’ll call. Sir, drive safely.”
As Ihoh bowed and got into the driver’s seat, Woojin, lowering the window, spoke to him like a threat.
“Do it as soon as you get home. Got it?”
“I got it. Hurry, hurry.”
Soo-young waved her hands up and down like a pigeon chasing away a black sedan.
As soon as the sedan left the alley, Woojin suddenly remembered walking from the car to where he and Yunho were.
With his cane.
Even when he came to the company, he used to grab the driver’s elbow slightly, but today, he walked alone without his help.
Oh… Seol Woojin…! Thinking that he could now take the subway alone, he felt happy like a mother who sent her son to school alone for the first time. But then, she wondered what it would be like for a rich man like him to take the subway alone, and she shook her head.
Jo, the CEO responsible for managing Sung-ha Resort, was inspecting every nook and cranny of the resort with all the employees.
What he was inspecting was not something else.
Whether the elevator is speaking properly, whether Braille is properly attached to the buttons indicating the floors, and whether Braille stickers indicating the front of the floor and room are properly attached to the long bars attached to the corridor.
Recently, there had been an increase in the visits of families with visually impaired members every weekend, perhaps thanks to his efforts. Moreover, if you brought a certificate proving that you have a disability, you could also get a discount on the accommodation, making it easy to see people with disabilities here that you wouldn’t easily see in other tourist destinations.
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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