Worrying that he might be upset because they couldn’t go for a walk today, Woojin gradually sank into sleep.
Meanwhile, after cleaning up her lunch, Sooyoung spent time idly pushing the broom on the floor until 4 o’clock.
During that time, Woojin, who said he would sleep well, showed no sign of movement.
Even after 4 o’clock, Sooyoung, who had been sitting on the sofa for a long time, hesitated in front of his room and eventually picked up her bag.
Taking the elevator down to the lobby, Sooyoung’s footsteps slowed down as she left the building.
Although there were several times when Woojin didn’t see her off when she finished work, it felt strangely uncomfortable today.
Just standing at the entrance, Sooyoung glanced at his house once and then turned away.
Although she intended to go towards the subway, strangely, her steps were heading back towards Woojin’s house.
Why is it so uncomfortable? Did I leave something behind? In a hurry, she checked her phone, and it was in her pocket. What’s wrong?
As Woojin wondered what to say when asked why he came back, his steps quickened.
Entering the lobby, even though he noticed the security guard looking at him strangely, he almost ran to the elevator.
Roughly opening the door lock, he entered the house and took a deep breath. The house was as silent as usual, as if a mouse had died.
Walking across the living room, Sooyoung stood in front of Woojin’s room and cautiously knocked. However, there was no sound from inside.
“Seol Woojin…”
Even when she called his name more carefully, there was still no response.
Did he fall asleep, or maybe he’s taking a bath again? What if she goes in and he scolds her again?
After hesitating for a while, Sooyoung swallowed her saliva and opened the door as quietly as possible.
Confirming that he wasn’t at the desk, she bent almost prostrate and entered, making sure to minimize any noise.
Nevertheless, she didn’t forget to look around. When she finally reached the bedroom, Sooyoung unconsciously straightened up.
A sound of rustling came from the wide bed. Even without any medical knowledge, it was an uncomfortable sound of breathing for her to hear.
Quickly approaching the bed, she lowered the blanket. A face like a piece of a puzzle was breathing heavily under the soft blanket.
She expected him to wake up with a start when the blanket was lifted, but he didn’t move. Sooyoung gently placed her palm on his forehead.
It was warm, but she couldn’t tell if he had a fever or not, as he was usually warm. Besides the fever, he seemed to have difficulty breathing, yet, whether to let him sleep or wake him up, she wasn’t sure.
After hesitating for a moment, Sooyoung took out her phone and called Jihyun. After a while, Jihyun answered the phone, speaking in a hushed voice as if she was busy with something.
Yes, Sooyoung?
“Uh, there… Seol Woojin seems to be in pain.”
Woojin?
His voice became louder and then softer again.
Is he hurt?
“No, it’s not that, but he seems to be having trouble breathing, maybe caught a cold. He’s sleeping now, though…”
I’ll contact the family doctor right now and ask him to visit.
“Yes? Oh, okay.”
Even as she answered, Sooyoung thought once again that the rich were different. Like in a drama, when they are sick, the family doctor visits their home.
It was something unimaginable for a civilian. Therefore, she understood anew that this person could stay home like this.
But was that really good for him…
“…What time is it…”
Amidst the rustling sound of breathing, suddenly, a child’s voice flowed out. Sooyoung quickly knelt down next to the bed.
“Are you awake? It’s 5:10.”
Although she wondered how he knew she was there, she quickly answered.
Feeling somewhat frightened that she entered the room without permission, she was surprised to find him surprisingly calm, probably due to the pain.
“Why haven’t you gone yet?”
“I went and came back.”
“Why?”
“I left something behind and came back to get it…”
“What?”
“…Seol Woojin.”
Gasp! After saying it, Sooyoung quickly cleared her throat, wondering what she just said. He probably didn’t hear it, right? Please, let him not have heard it…
But judging by his expression, he heard it. One corner of his mouth slightly lifted. Sooyoung felt warmth rising in her throat.
Lately, you’ve been reading too many web novels.
“Do you… like me?”
Shouting loudly at his blatant question, Sooyoung denied it vehemently.
“What are you saying! No!”
“It’s a joke. Just kidding.”
While her denial was somewhat disheartening, she also felt relieved. So what if she likes him?
Woojin stood up from his seat and pointed to the place where there was a decorative cabinet next to the desk.
“Do you see something like an oxygen respirator over there?”
“Yes? Yes.”
When Sooyoung answered while focusing her eyes on the object, Woojin took a deep breath and said,
“Bring it here.”
“Yes.”
She quickly got up and brought the respirator, a machine with only a mobile phone attached to it. Woojin familiarly turned on the machine and began inhaling the powder through the respirator.
“Do you have a cold?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you take medicine?”
“Yeah.”
“…Did I catch it from you?”
Looking at Sooyoung while gauging her reaction, Woojin answered without much thought.
“Yeah.”
“Did I catch it because we shared the same blanket? When Seol Woojin brought me here that day?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re really strong. It must have been heavy…”
“Yeah. It was heavy.”
Even though breathing was difficult, Woojin said everything. Watching him, Sooyoung felt a mix of sorry and admiration for him.
After swallowing several times, he still seemed uncomfortable. After taking off the respirator for a moment, Woojin looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and then started inhaling again.
“You have bad bronchi, is that why?”
“Yeah. Bad bronchi, and I hate bugs. But you brought a cold, a wheel, and…”
“I didn’t bring the cockroach.”
“Anyway… in many ways, it’s tiring. You.”
“I’m really sorry.”
Looking at her, who spoke without any remorse, Woojin turned his gaze. Facing her, he made a comment with a somewhat intimidating look. In response to that look, Sooyoung muttered in a shrinking voice.
“Still, I was about to go home and come back again, calling the doctor. Of course, it was the president who called him. But it seems Seol Woojin is really rich. Because the family doctor comes directly to the house when he’s sick.”
“Grandfather is rich.”
Woojin spoke again with the respirator in his mouth, making a humming sound. Somehow, that sight made Sooyoung feel sorry. She lowered her head with a slightly deflated voice.
“But I’m sorry for that. You catching a cold.”
“It’s okay. You’re the one who caught it.”
“Huh?”
Because of the wheezing sound, she wondered if she misheard. Then Woojin, taking off the respirator, looked at her and opened his mouth again.
“You’re… okay.”
Staring at him, Sooyoung gradually felt awkward, and in contrast, he, the man who made her feel that way, inhaled the powder coming out of the respirator with an uncomfortable expression.
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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