Woojin’s father, Sun Jaeho, seemed to ponder for a moment and then stared intently at Gaeul. After a while, he spoke.
“Gaeul, if those two meet again, can you find out what they’re talking about and tell me?”
‘Can you?’ Woojin’s father doesn’t say ‘do it’ or ‘do it now.’ He always asks, ‘Can you?’ It’s as if Gaeul has a choice. But he knows, and Gaeul knows too. She doesn’t have the freedom to refuse.
While the help she received from Woojin’s father was choking her throat, how could she refuse? How dare she refuse.
Gaeul stared blankly at Woojin’s father. Somehow, it felt like a decisive moment.
She had known since the time Woojin’s father invested in the company that she had to report on the boss’s movements. When she was put into this company, Woojin’s father had said so.
“Can you regularly update me on Chairman Ki’s well-being? Chairman Ki’s grandfather seems to worry a lot about his grandson. It seems he wants to make sure Chairman Ki is living well. Since I can’t check Chairman Ki’s situation personally, could you help me with that?”
At that time, Gaeul answered that she would do so.
After seeing the way Chairman Ki, the boss, lived, she understood his grandfather’s feelings well. It seemed natural that his grandfather would want to know about Chairman Ki’s situation after seeing it. She worried that something might happen. However, she also felt like she fell into a trap. Should she have avoided receiving help from Woojin’s parents? She didn’t know that this help would become a tightening noose around her neck.
“Yes, I will do that.”
Gaeul answered after a long pause. She knew that what Woojin’s father wanted to know now was different from what he wanted to know back then.
She had faith. Faith that the boss wouldn’t tell her about the conversations between Chairman Ki and Jeong Sehyun. Considering how urgently the boss sent her away, it wasn’t baseless faith.
Along with faith, suspicion arose. She wondered if Woojin’s father hired her for Daewoon Investments for this moment. Suspicion that this help might be intended to become a noose around her neck.
To find out what Daewoon and Jeong Sehyun were up to. So, didn’t Jeong Sehyun call her to meet immediately after finding Daewoon?
“Why did you come so early?”
After parting ways with Woojin’s father and entering the office with a troubled heart, Daewoon suddenly asked Gaeul.
Gaeul opened her eyes and scanned the office. Jeong Sehyun wasn’t there, and the boss was eating lunch alone. A strange smell lingered. It seemed like the boss was hiding a sense of embarrassment.
More than anything, was this something a normal boss would say to a subordinate? Even if it was, “Why did you come so late?” would make more sense. What kind of trouble did the boss cause while she was gone? Gaeul quickly looked around the office. There seemed to be no difference from before she left.
“The guest has left?”
“Um.”
The boss mumbled in response.
“Go to the pharmacy and get a hangover remedy.”
As Daewoon’s only subordinate, Gaeul is responsible for errands. Initially, when she first started working, she resisted doing such tasks herself.
It lasted only for a while. She complained that he hired her as a messenger. In the end, she confirmed that he indeed hired her for that purpose.
“He had one earlier. And why do you have to go to the pharmacy? They have it at the convenience store.”
Somehow, it felt like the boss was making excuses to send her away. Gaeul endured.
“I feel like the ones from the pharmacy work better. There might be a difference in effectiveness. I’m a bit sensitive. I grew up delicately.”
That nonsense about growing up delicately. The phrase “I grew up delicately” has been heard so much that it’s like a nail being driven into the ear. Because the boss attaches it to the end of every sentence.
Anyway, it became annoying. The hangover remedy she handed over to the boss earlier was the last one left. Now she had to walk to the pharmacy in this scorching sun.
“It’s 4,000 won.”
As Gaeul was about to pay for the hangover remedy, something familiar entered her view.
“Boss!”
Gaeul exclaimed loudly. The boss seemed flustered because of this.
“That’s my lunchbox.”
It seemed that Grandma left it for her while she was gone. She must have known that Gaeul would be distracted by Woojin’s mom and forget about her lunch.
“You can eat spicy chicken.”
Pointing with his chin to the unopened package, the boss subtly pulled the lunchbox towards him. He had no intention of giving up the lunchbox.
“Don’t call me that. My name is Han Gaeul. Even though it’s a small office, I’m the boss’s subordinate. Please call me ‘Han Gaeul’ instead of ‘Hey’ or ‘You.'”
Gaeul raised her voice. She thought it might seem like she was venting her anger on the wrong person.
She couldn’t do that to Woojin’s grateful parents. The suppressed anger that had turned into a wound seemed to burst out.
She didn’t know how many times she had complained to the boss about the same issue. Each time, the boss said, “I got it,” but that was all. Gaeul’s title quickly returned to ‘Hey’ or ‘You.’
“You can jump into the boss’s arms and propose a romantic relationship, but I can’t even call you ‘you’?”
Oh, the boss is making sense for once. What did he eat today? Is the lunch spoiled? He’s using logic.
“Sure, if you like, I can propose a romantic relationship with the boss. However, calling a subordinate ‘Hey’ or ‘You’ is a violation of human rights. It infringes on the subordinate’s dignity.”
“Well, that’s how it is.”
The boss replied unenthusiastically while diligently picking at his lunch with chopsticks. Shamelessly eating someone else’s lunch. Later, he even put the lunchbox in his mouth and used chopsticks to put the contents into his mouth.
“Stop eating and give it back.”
She complained, but it was useless. The chopstick-picking became faster.
“I said give it back.”
Gaeul screamed like a scream. When Daewoon stopped picking at the chopsticks, he looked at Gaeul. Gaeul, with teary eyes, stared back at Daewoon, putting strength into her eyes.
Daewoon saw Gaeul’s tears for the first time. Not that he hadn’t seen them before, but it was surprising. Was this a situation where you stare as if you’re about to kill someone? Just because you stole a lunchbox?
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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