Eun Chae’s throat trembled. I felt like a fool for having tried to initiate a conversation in earnest, now that things had come to this.
“…Disgusting.”
She glared at Ki Joo, her face twisted with anger and disgust.
He raised an eyebrow as if questioning what the problem was. Then he calmly slipped his fingers into the handle of his beer glass and lifted it. The glass looked absurdly small compared to his large hand, which had prominent bones here and there.
For some reason, Eun Chae felt like she had become that beer glass. She roughly ran her fingers through her hair to suppress her rising discomfort and unintentionally followed a loud sound that just happened to reach her ears. Consequently, her gaze met with someone who was entering through the door.
Her eyes widened in surprise, Eun Chae quickly made an awkward face.
While drinking his beer, Ki Joo turned his gaze to the side to check the cause.
It was Han Seung Yoon.
Next to him, there was a woman who looked about twenty? Twentyone? at a stretch, clinging onto his arm and sauntering in.
Ki Joo chuckled, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. As if to say, “What a spectacle.”
Han Seung Yoon’s face was also a sight. At first, he reacted as if he’d seen a ghost, but after spotting Ki Joo, his expression turned strange.
As if… he was angry, but couldn’t feel entirely justified, so he was just annoyed. It was exactly like that. His reaction was so great that Ki Joo almost applauded.
Hiding his mocking smile behind his beer glass, Ki Joo checked Eun Chae. To his surprise, she was calm.
“How could you do this.”
“…”
“Why would you do something I didn’t ask for?”
It was because he had been imagining strange things. Ki Joo gave a dry laugh.
“Even I can’t fabricate something like this.”
It definitely wasn’t a lie. But that doesn’t mean what he said was the complete truth. Eun Chae looked at him, one eyebrow raised.
“If you intend to, there’s nothing you can’t do, right?”
At that, Ki Joo simply took a sip of his drink, unfazed.
“I see.”
He casually added. Eun Chae shut her mouth, as if to say, “Stop talking,” at his audacity.
Meanwhile, she could feel Han Seung Yoon’s gaze on her. At some point, Seung Yoon had attempted to escape. But he ended up sitting down, unable to resist the woman’s fervor. It was so typical of Seung Yoon that there was no point commenting on it.
The woman, noticing Seung Yoon kept looking over, revealed her curiosity, asking, “Why, who are they?”
This situation, it was truly awful.
Eun Chae pressed on her temple with the tip of her middle finger and said,
“They keep looking over here. Let’s just leave.”
“I thought you wanted to rest. We’re staying.”
He crossed his legs gracefully and declared decisively. It seemed he wasn’t planning to move easily.
“It’s not restful because of you.”
“When did you start drinking?”
Eventually, he glanced down at his flat, tasteless beer and asked. Eun Chae, caught off guard by the sudden question, stared at his neat eyelashes.
“Just…it happened. You can suddenly start doing something you never did before, and you can get used to it if you keep doing it. Everything changes. Nothing stays the same. Even feelings.”
“Usually, people get sick, you know, after that.”
His words deeply touched Eun Chae. Yet he was there, casually sipping his beer.
Looking at him, she felt a twist in her stomach. How could anyone be so relaxed and confident?
“Why do those people keep looking here, oppa?”
From across, the sound of a woman, frustrated from not being able to monopolize Han Seung Yoon’s attention, echoed like a background noise. The irritated voice of Han Seung Yoon telling her to keep quiet followed.
Through that distant noise, Kwon Ki Joo’s gaze moved over Eun Chae’s pale face.
“A guy who cheats on his fiancée.”
“…”
“Eun Chae, are you going to marry that guy?”
Meeting his gaze again, Eun Chae, who was momentarily taken aback, recalled the squabble in front of her house.
Kwon Ki Joo, who presented a detailed report on her fiancé’s complicated and dirty gender issues and spoke quite passionately.
Her fiancé, Han Seung Yoon, who enjoyed dates with an excessively large number of women.
She weighed who was more despicable.
Soon after, Eun Chae calmly placed her chin on her clasped hands.
“Isn’t it better than being stuck in misery?”
At Eun Chae’s murmured words, he slowly opened his eyes.
‘Living with me would mean truly falling into misery. Did you really want to be trapped by me?’
The attack she launched at Kwon Ki Joo, who had been pressing her, satisfied her.
“If you’re going to be here, stay longer. I’m leaving.”
She continued to speak. After that, she stood up without waiting for his response.
There was no worth in worrying in the first place.
Because it was a waste of time.
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I should’ve called a substitute driver.
That was Eun Chae’s sigh. Kwon Ki Joo called for a driver instead of a substitute. Nowadays, you could roughly estimate that a substitute driver would arrive in about ten minutes. She even complained about that.
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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