“Really, he hasn’t done anything for you?”
In response to Eun-jae’s continued silence, Kwon Seung-cheol clicked his tongue, irritated.
“Oh, foolish girl. Have you not gained anything sitting idly until now? Anyway, it’s not helpful, not at all.”
Frowning, Kwon Seung-cheol muttered to himself, gripping the table and standing up with his heavy body.
“Enough. Just bring me 100 million won by the end of this week.”
“…”
“I’ll keep it a secret from Yoon Seon-woo.”
Having reached Eun-jae without her noticing, Kwon Seung-cheol lowered his head and whispered into Eun-jae’s ear.
“Eun-jae, the situation has changed a lot. Hasn’t it?”
He chuckled, and
“Next week, at this time, we’ll meet here, okay?”
A weighty hand gently patted Eun-jae’s shoulder.
Here’s the English translation of the provided Korean paragraph, keeping the line breaks the same:
Flash. Lightning struck down over his face. His torn lip curled up viciously on one side.
“Ji Eun-jae, think carefully. Once I start talking, your home and that house, everything will be in ruins.”
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Breath reached the tip of my chin.
Arriving at the first-floor cafe, Seon-woo, breathing heavily, surveyed the interior and made a call.
Eun-jae was nowhere to be seen.
It was careless. I should have consoled her reasonably, buying some time. I should have given her even a little comfort, preventing her from being near Eun-jae.
Seon-woo wiped his regret-stained face with his palm, and after a long signal tone on the phone, he hung up and called again.
Unexpectedly encountering Kwon Seung-cheol, trying to bluff him and shake Eun-jae like a weakness, emotions got out of control. Rational judgment was difficult.
“Please… answer the phone, Eun-jae.”
As the signal tone lengthened, the blood dried up. Whenever faced with Kwon Seung-cheol, the image of Eun-jae struggling became vivid, making Seon-woo’s forehead mercilessly distorted.
He must have threatened her with the same words he said to me. In the end, it would be about money.
Regret and self-blame only made him more anxious.
When the signal tone prolonged again, he dropped the phone from his ear with the intention to call again.
[Yes, Mr. Seon-woo.]Eun-jae’s voice, as usual, reached his ears. So, for a moment, it seemed as if his words were stuck.
Did you meet Kwon Seung-cheol earlier? What did he say? What he said is all nonsense; don’t believe it.
Words I wanted to say echoed in my mind like a reverberation. Putting aside the questions I wanted to ask, I opened my dry lips and asked.
“I missed you.”
“So, I called.”
Whether it’s true or not, I wished you didn’t know. Until everything is resolved, no, until later. I hoped you wouldn’t know until the end.
Whether it’s true or not. Because you won’t be able to handle it.
“Where are you?”
[I’m in the hospital ward.]“Lunch?”
[I had it with my mom. How about you, Mr. Seon-woo?]“I had it too. I met Hye-ji…”
Without asking what happened, Eun-jae, momentarily startled, stopped talking. [……Yes. N-nothing happened.]
“…….”
[I apologized for the inconvenience. So… don’t worry.]Seon-woo’s pupils sank coldly. My expectations weren’t wrong.
Eun-jae,
It seems like she already knows.
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When Eun-jae hung up, sitting on the bed, eating fruit while watching TV, Miran asked.
“Why? What did Yoon say?”
“He said he missed me… occasionally.”
Miran laughed and changed the TV channel.
“It’s strange, quite strange.”
What would I have said if it were me saying I missed her? I seemed to have pondered a lot in that brief moment.
In the end, I couldn’t say anything.
은재 brushed off the stifling feeling in her chest and took a deep breath. Covering herself with Miran’s blanket that reached her knees, Eun-jae struggled to speak.
“Mom, when I was little, you remember, right? There was a time when I was left with the neighbor, Mrs. Yubin, once a month.”
“…You, you remember all that?”
“Back then, Mom, where did you go?”
Efforts to avoid looking at her mother’s expression were in vain, as everything was revealed in her voice.
“…W-well, at that time, Mom was doing a side job. A, a side job, just working at the factory, coming back and all that…”
The late response and the stumbling voice of her mother seemed to hide something.
“Mom probably expected it to some extent, but… our debt, Mr. Seon-woo paid it all. It was really shameless, but I couldn’t refuse.”
“…….”
“At that time, I was really struggling.”
Every day was hell for me. Although I always said it was okay to Mom, worried that she might be concerned, I wasn’t okay at all. I was really struggling to the point where I wanted to die.
But do you know why I endured?
Dad sent away like that, and our mom who suffered so much because of me. It was because of Mom.
“Mr. Seon-woo… when I was young, there was an accident. Because of that trauma, it’s hard for me to touch people. To contact people, I must wear gloves….”
“…….”
“Now, his hands are covered in blisters…”
He worried more about the small wound on my neck than those hands. It was him, who carefully applied ointment with those hands.
When I asked why his hands were like that, he said it was because of the summer. He spoke listlessly. Even that became a routine for him.
As the image of him, smiling while talking about it, came to mind, the tears I had held back for so long finally burst out.
The tears that flowed down my cheeks onto the sheets were relentless. Even though I tried to endure, they kept flowing.
Nothing went the way I wanted it to.
Like a broken faucet, uncontrollable tears continued to flow.
Surprised, Miran raised her head and placed her hand on Eun-jae’s cheeks, stained with tears. Miran wiped Eun-jae’s tear-streaked cheeks, looking at her with a worried face.
“Eun-jae, what’s going on?”
“Mom, I always felt sorry for that person. Always receiving without giving anything.”
Suppressing her emotions, Eun-jae held Miran’s hand with teary eyes.
“But now, there’s nothing I can do for him anymore…”
“Eun-jae.”
So, Mom, you have to tell the truth. You have to tell everything without hiding anything.
“Even the trivial daily routines that we take for granted require effort for that person. That person has lived most of their life like that.”
“…….”
“Because of our dad.”
The fork that Miran was holding fell to the floor with a light tap.
“It’s because Dad ran away.”
“…….”
“That time when Yubin’s mom took care of me while Dad went for a visit? The day he left me alone, crying, saying not to go?”
“Eun-jae, what’s this about…”
“How could you lie to me like that? I knew it all along!”
With Miran’s hand trembling like a bamboo in the wind, Eun-jae held her hand firmly, and Eun-jae’s shoulders, buried in her head, began to shake more and more. Eventually, droplets of hot water began to trickle down Miran’s hand.
“The victim of that kidnapping incident…”
“…….”
“That child… is Mr. Seon-woo.”
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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