Some said it was a psychopathic tendency due to excessive emotional deprivation and lack of morals, others blamed the home environment and emotional problems, and others said it was an unknown brain problem.
After consulting with experts in various fields, Chairman Tae gave his only son a beautiful younger sister.
He didn’t adopt her separately, but brought her from an orphanage under the name of sponsorship and attached her to Kang Hyun.
He wished his son would learn human emotions.
No one would have known that it would turn into love.
The funeral home was quiet and chilly. There were no visitors in the expensive special room. It even looked desolate because of it.
Hugging the portrait of Seo Yoon, who was smiling brightly with an ill body, Kang Hyun sat down without any expression on his face.
He didn’t look particularly sad, but his sunken eyes were red. It was due to the blood vessels that had burst from lack of sleep.
Except for the time when he had no ego, he had no memory of crying.
Could it be that I couldn’t cry? Or was it unreal?
“Seo Yoon.”
If I had had the time to push you away, I should have avoided your body.
“Why.”
There was no one beside Seo Yoon. She had made it so.
I isolated her in her world under the pretext of being a sponsor, so that only I existed.
“Why.”
Kang Hyun’s attachment doll. Someone had referred to Seo Yoon with such a word.
And in the moment of speaking of separation, Seo Yoon also cut her value down to that extent.
“You killed her.”
Kang Hyun woke up and Yoonjoo, hearing the news that Seo Yoon’s belated funeral was being held, burst into a scream and entered.
“You killed her, Tae Kang Hyun, you killed her!”
“Calm down, Yoonjoo.”
Following her, Do Seokwon stopped Yoonjoo, who was shaking Kang Hyun.
“Cancel the marriage. I’ve told you several times it’s not like that, you crazy bastard! Let go, drop the picture! Do you even deserve to hold this?”
“Stop it. Seo Yoon… will hear all of it.”
“Ah, ah… Seo Yoon…”
Yoonjoo, who had been trying to remove the portrait in Kang Hyun’s arms, fell down in place and sobbed.
“She was scared.”
“What?”
“That if she died, no one would cry for her. Because she knew better than anyone what kind of monster I am.”
Yoonjoo’s crying sound got louder and echoed throughout the vast space.
Until the funeral was over, there were only two mourners other than the bereaved, Kang Hyun.
Being born in a chaebol family and going on a predetermined path was considered natural.
They didn’t value the meaning of marriage, and having lived among such people, they thought marriage and love were completely separate issues.
Anyway, the person who will be with me for the rest of my life is you. I couldn’t understand why Seo Yoon, who was hurt and in pain, was even more so.
The small crack created a tragedy that flew in such a brutal form that I could never forget it until I died.
Four years later.
Suddenly, a middleaged woman who opened the door and entered shook her daughter, who was sound asleep in the bed.
“Ji An, wake up and eat breakfast.”
“Huh… Mom, just 10 more minutes.”
“No, you can’t. Don’t skip meals because you’re late, wake up quickly.”
With a kind smile, Jung Hye gave her stillchildish daughter a good pat on the buttocks.
She had a heart full of love for her only daughter, who had disappeared and returned from death.
She was grateful to God just for breathing beside her.
“Where’s Ji An?”
“She barely opened her eyes, what.”
“Seo Ji An, if you don’t come out quickly, Dad will eat all the seaweed soup!”
Outside the door that Jung Hye had left wide open, Do Chul, shouting, brought the entire bowl of soup and spread a savory smell.
With a puff of laughter, Ji An, who had finally sat up, headed for the dining table with Do Chul.
“Enjoy your meal.”
Jung Hye didn’t forget to top the hot, white rice with beef jangjorim.
Likewise, Do Cheol sweetly added bulgogi that he had stirfried.
“Eat a lot, our daughter.”
“Yes.”
Ji An, who had received a lot of love, made a finger heart and showed her familiar charm.
The simple couple exchanged short glances with bright smiles.
Now they were relieved.
Even though she had suffered memory loss from a major accident, she was happier than ever.
Their daughter, who had grown up completely twisted due to unavoidable family circumstances and under the hands of her grandparents, had become a more lovable child than before.
They even had the bad thought that it would be fine if their daughter’s memory did not come back.
Ji An, who had finished getting ready for work, adjusted her attire in front of a fulllength mirror.
Her reflection in the mirror, Seo Ji An, still felt unfamiliar.
Even when she opened her eyes in the hospital, and even now.
Thousands of puzzle pieces that she couldn’t even match because nothing came to mind were crowded in her head.
Seven months in the hospital. Another year in rehabilitation.
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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