Jung-hye, who was waiting for her daughter, who had just gone out for a moment, and came back with a plate of strawberries, also stood there.
Now, Dokcheol, who just brought a plate of strawberries, stopped.
Seoyoon wiped her sweaty hands on her pants, her lips parched.
She could have spent more time with them today, going to the sauna with her mom, and after having fun and throwing tantrums, she even wanted to cover herself with a blanket and sleep for a long time.
But that would be a selfish choice made by herself.
Whether for a day or two, it seemed better to inform the parents who would inevitably find out about their daughter’s death as soon as possible.
“What’s wrong? Your expression is dark.”
“First, sit down.”
Dokcheol, who pulled Seoyoon to the sofa, offered a fork with strawberries on it.
Jung-hye, who was standing awkwardly, took a seat on one side of the sofa and stared at Seoyoon with anxious eyes.
“Um… I remembered.”
“Th-that’s true? So you’ve returned… But Jian, Mom mentioned it last time, but that time was…”
Seoyoon’s pupils sank darkly.
“My name…”
Seoyoon quickly wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes with her hands and bit her lower lip.
“Why are you crying? Jian, those memories mean nothing. Even if you had a major accident in the past, Dad really doesn’t mind at all! So don’t worry!”
Dokcheol, seeing his suddenly crying daughter, hid his embarrassment and nonchalantly tore off a tissue.
Seoyoon, who had closed her eyes tightly and then reopened them, firmly grasped her emotions and once again brought out the truth she kept trying to hide.
“My name is Han Seoyoon, not Seojian.”
“What? Huh? What is she talking about now?”
Jung-hye, who expected a confession about the past, such as why I was taken from the orphanage or why I was sent to Grandma’s house when I was young, heard Seoyoon saying something she couldn’t understand and trembled her lips.
“I’m a twin with Seojian. We were abandoned at different orphanages, and an accident happened around the same time… That’s why we switched…”
Despite the determination to convey the facts as clearly as possible, the ends of the sentences kept crumbling.
“Jian, what are you talking about? Mom can’t understand anything.”
“Just stay still.”
Dokcheol grabbed Jung-hye’s arm.
“Jian, the real Seojian died four years ago.”
With a blank face, Seoyoon looked at Dokcheol and Jung-hye, who were just looking at her.
She gradually revealed the facts she knew to the two, who were staring blankly.
However, she couldn’t bring herself to confess that Seojian died due to an affair with Gu Sejun, so she mumbled that it was being investigated by the police.
After telling them the location where Seojian’s remains were placed, Seoyoon slowly stood up from her seat.
The vacant pupils of the two who sat in bewilderment moved following her gestures.
“Wait. Just a moment…”
Dokcheol’s arm came down weakly.
“So, I mean, Jian, no, you’re, your name is Seoyoon? Not our Jian?”
Taking a step back, Seoyoon bowed deeply.
“I’m sorry. And really, really… thank you so much.”
Tears poured endlessly from her eyes staring at the floor.
Leaving the house where she lived as Seojian, Seoyoon spent time at a hotel without going straight to Kanghyun.
With a shaken heart that couldn’t find a clue, she didn’t want to meet Kanghyun and say something bad again.
It wasn’t until three and a half days later that she finally left the hotel.
Resentment and love were still intertwined, but she could no longer leave Kanghyun alone in the dark bedroom.
“The password will be set to Oppa’s birthday.”
The first house she had when she moved out of the Seowon-ga was not this apartment, but the password was always the same no matter where she lived.
Reflecting on the past that emerges vividly, Seoyoon slowly dialed the number and, for the first time in a long while, smiled faintly before entering.
First, the now darkened corridor caught her eye.
If there’s any sign of someone coming in, there should be some reaction.
Unable to figure out how to fix the incomprehensible Taekanghyun, Seoyoon sighed deeply and, stepping on the soft rug, headed to the bedroom.
Tap—
She knocked meaninglessly and immediately opened the door.
Thin rays of light coming through the tightly closed blackout curtains crossed the bed.
What time is it now? Is he still sleeping?
Discovering the back of his head, half-covered by a white blanket, Seoyoon shook her head in disbelief.
“Oppa.”
Finding that Kanghyun didn’t respond to her voice, Seoyoon approached the bed to wake him up and picked up an empty medicine bottle rolling on the floor.
Reading the four large letters engraved in the center, she narrowed her eyes.
I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere.
It didn’t take long to recall that it was the name of a sleeping pill prescribed a long time ago when she repeatedly stayed in the hospital for rehabilitation and couldn’t sleep properly.
With a pop, the plastic container, devoid of any contents, fell back to the floor.
“Oppa.”
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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