Between their parted lips, hot breath rushed in.
Kang Hyun clung to Ji-an with a thirst, like a parched person seeking relief.
The sound of moist flesh intertwining filled the quiet hospital room.
“Ah, wait a moment…….”
Ji-an pushed Kang Hyun’s chest first.
It was easier to breathe than in the car, but the sensation of being pressed in every mucous membrane corner was so sharp that her legs trembled as if they couldn’t hold her up.
“If it’s hard, come up to the bed.”
His tone, flat and without highs or lows, sounded like a tender invitation or a forceful command.
At first, she firmly shook her head.
She insisted he needed more rest.
“I’m in pain.”
That single phrase made her fold and climb onto the mattress, pressing down on it.
Knock-knock.
How much time had passed?
Startled by the knocking sound, Ji-an blinked rapidly as she gazed up at the white ceiling.
She turned her head, minimizing noise, and silently observed Kang Hyun, who was fast asleep, clinging to her like conjoined twins.
Seeing him hug her in sleep reminded her abruptly of the term ‘attachment doll.’
Then, Seo Yoon came to mind in an orderly sequence.
“Come to think of it, lately…….”
You haven’t been going to the tree burial.
It’s been months since we last went together.
He was a lover and family member for nearly 20 years.
Just because feelings change doesn’t mean one can stop visiting, right?
Knock-knock.
The sound of knocking echoed again as Ji-an was contemplating when Kang Hyun last visited the tree burial.
She carefully slid Kang Hyun’s arm off and set her feet on the floor.
Crazy, Seo Ji-an. You’ve lost your mind.
No matter how wide the bed is, why on earth are you sleeping next to a patient?
Ji-an combed her tousled hair with her hands and put on her slippers.
In her right mind, she had not only climbed into the bed with Kang Hyun, who was under the influence of various drugs and had clouded judgment, but also engaged in a rather long kiss before falling asleep.
“Too sweet.”
Yes, so sweet that I thought my stomach would melt.
Ji-an sighed, thinking of words she couldn’t say, and bowed her head.
She couldn’t afford the luxury of considering someone who might be waiting outside the door.
Hold, hug. She had earnestly fulfilled even the parts Kang Hyun demanded, as if under hypnosis.
It’s not like the world would end if she defied him.
She coiled her body like a snake, covering her face with both hands, and briefly glanced at Kang Hyun.
His lips, which had been dry, were now appropriately moist, but her own lips, bitten and sucked on, tingled painfully.
Did doing it once make her want to continue?
Reflecting on it, it seemed like Kang Hyun liked physical contact…
No, no. Kang Hyun had seemed rather ascetic all this while.
Then why was he so good at kissing?
After all, his only lover had been Seo Yoon.
Ji-an, her mind fluctuating and turbulent, slumped her shoulders and then frantically pulled at her hair, in a frenzy before finally opening the door.
“The Executive Director is sleeping right now… He barely slept for 2 hours and just managed to fall asleep a little while ago.”
Ji-an, standing in the second row behind Doctor Han, who led the medical team, murmured under the burdensome gaze of the staff.
“We need to change the antibiotics and the IV fluid, and the surgical site needs dressing.”
Ji-an, nodding her head gloomily, stepped aside.
Even though Kang Hyun had fallen into a deep sleep, the treatment couldn’t be delayed.
Doctor Han, with his gaze lowered, took large strides towards Kang Hyun.
As the heavy footsteps echoed, Kang Hyun lifted his eyelids.
“How is the pain?”
“It’s fine.”
Kang Hyun answered nonchalantly, pressing his temple.
“We’ll change the IV and dress the surgical site. From tomorrow morning, you’ll have gruel, so please make sure to eat it. If there are no issues, you can be discharged in three days. Don’t forget you need to be carefully managed for over a month. I’ll communicate the dietary plan to Director Do.”
Ji-an, who had taken on the role of guardian in place of Seok-won, who was away handling company affairs, attentively listened from across Doctor Han.
“Doctor, um…”
“Yes, please, uh, go ahead.”
“Do I need to rest completely for a month? Avoid stress and be very careful?”
“That’s right. And reduce work as much as possible.”
Ji-an, clenching her fist as if making a great resolution, nodded her head vigorously.
“Then rest.”
As the white crowd of medical staff disappeared just as they had entered, Ji-an watched them leave and then pulled over a folding chair to sit.
Her gaze lingered in the air for a moment.
Suddenly, her small head tilted diagonally.
“Doctor Han’s name is…”
“Doctor Han Seong-ho, why?”
“His face, and even his voice, sound familiar.”
Ji-an looked at Kang Hyun with a clear face.
People she met around Tae Kang Hyun were always familiar, as if she had spoken to them at least three times in her life.
It was always a curious aspect, but she never found a satisfying conclusion.
“Doctor Han has a common face.”
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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