Your Former Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
After finishing the evening meeting, Sung Jun headed up to the rooftop. An employee who recognized him bowed slightly in greeting.
Acknowledging them with a nod, Sung Jun walked over to a quiet, secluded corner and leaned back lazily against the wall. He then pulled a cigarette from his suit’s inner pocket, placed it in his mouth, took a deep first drag, and sank into thought.
His wife seemed strange.
Just last night, she had still been unmistakably the wife he knew—but somehow, it felt as though she had changed completely in an instant.
For instance, when he pointed out that she should take better care of herself,
“You always make me feel stifled whenever we talk. Sometimes, I even get angry.”
She had clearly voiced her hurt feelings, turning the criticism back onto Sung Jun’s own words and actions. At that moment, he was genuinely flustered—so much so that, uncharacteristically tongue-tied, he narrowed his eyes and double-checked whether the woman before him was truly his wife.
The wife Sung Jun knew was not like this at all.
She was quiet and composed, fond of reflection, and often enjoyed passing the time playing the piano—her field of study. Aside from that, she seemed indifferent to everything else, making her hard to describe.
Even when he scolded her or criticized her behavior, she would simply nod, as if agreeing with everything he said—
even if, in reality, she agreed with none of it,
as though she were guilty of some grave wrongdoing.
“Stifling.”
In truth, that was precisely what Sung Jun had long wanted to say to Seo Yeon—from the moment they married until now. Yet hearing her say it *to him* instead made him feel deeply wronged. Stifled? Angry? Just who did she think had the right to say that?
“Was she always this thin?”
Sung Jun placed a second cigarette between his lips. As he gazed fixedly at Seoul’s skyline from the rooftop and exhaled a few plumes of smoke, he recalled his wife’s slender arm lying on the hospital bed just earlier.
“It looked like it might snap if handled carelessly.”
His wife was taller than average yet weighed less.
Normally, he wouldn’t pay it much mind and thus overlooked it, but seeing the injection needle inserted into her slender arm suddenly brought home just how delicate she was—so thin that “fragile” hardly sufficed to describe it.
“Does she even eat meals on time?”
Consequently, when the nurse removed the needle from her arm, he couldn’t look away, heart pounding with worry that even the slightest mark might scar her tender skin.
Recalling that scene again, Sung Jun furrowed his brow, feeling inexplicably irritated once more. It was absurd that he still couldn’t get her arm out of his mind—even though the nurse had clearly done the job skillfully.
Just as Sung Jun placed a third cigarette in his mouth, his phone vibrated inside his jacket.
—Director, I’ve safely delivered Madam home. Should I return to the office now?
“No need. There’s nothing else for you to do today—just head straight home.”
—Huh? Seriously? Are you driving yourself? Are you sure that’s okay?
“Who was it again that complained yesterday about being exhausted from overtime, claiming their only wish was to rest properly for once—even if it meant foregoing income? Am I remembering incorrectly?”
Even after Sung Jun’s question, Jin Sung still wouldn’t let go of his suspicion.
—Well, I *did* say that… But it’s suspicious when *you*, the Director who usually tells me to skip work and rest at home if I dislike overtime, suddenly tells me to take time off like this. Is this some kind of trap card? Or a hidden-camera prank?
“Now that I reconsider, maybe overtime *is* your calling after all. If you’d like, go ahead and return to the office immediately—I’ve got plenty of tasks for you.”
—Ugh.
At Sung Jun’s retort, Jin Sung grimaced dramatically and protested in earnest:
—No, seriously—I’m *not* suited for overtime! I’m much better at quitting on time!
“Then stop rambling and head straight home. I’ll mark it as a week-long paid leave, so go on that trip you keep singing about. And don’t answer if I happen to call.”
—…Paid?
Sung Jun, sounding tired, rubbed his eyes before replying.
“Yes.”
The straightforward Jin Sung made no effort to hide his joy.
—Huh? Really? For real? Thank you so much!
Almost immediately, his signature endless chatter—utterly unrelated to work—began anew. Sung Jun frowned.
Jin Sung’s father had once been the driver for Sung Jun’s father. Growing up in the same space since childhood, he treated Sung Jun more like an easygoing older brother than a superior—unlike other employees.
Because of that, he occasionally blurred the line between professional and personal matters. Without so much as asking for permission, he’d seize any opening to nostalgically recount private childhood anecdotes, casually seeking advice or empathy.
He’d aged physically but remained socially naive. If Chairman Han Kyung, Sung Jun’s grandfather and head of HanKyoung Group, ever found out how informally Jin Sung treated him, he’d surely be reprimanded on the spot.
Normally, Sung Jun would instantly cut the call the moment he sensed Jin Sung’s meaningless chatter beginning—without offering so much as a reply.
But realizing the subject of his empty rambling was his wife, Sung Jun found himself—unconsciously—listening closely.
—I accidentally played a loud pop song and worried, but she kindly assured me it was fine.
Jin Sung spoke with obvious pride over such a trivial matter because, fundamentally, Madam was a kind and considerate person—especially toward subordinates. She treated people sincerely, easily winning over people like Jin Sung.
Jin Sung frequently boasted that Seo Yeon was not only the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen but also the kindest. He continued:
—I quickly searched for and played some classical music she enjoys, and she seemed visibly more relaxed, listening peacefully to the piece.
She must have heard that piece countless times in her life—yet she never seemed bored. She probably listened intently again tonight, eyes sparkling as usual.
For some reason, her expression appeared vividly in his mind, and Sung Jun found himself unconsciously smiling, the corners of his lips lifting.
Strangely, today he didn’t feel the passage of time as wasted or tedious—even while enduring Jin Sung’s rambling monologue.
As he listened to Jin Sung for quite a while, footsteps of nearby employees suddenly approached. Sung Jun ended the call and walked back inside the building, recalling his wife’s solemn face as she gazed determinedly at him.
“I’ll talk to you tonight—it’s important. So if possible, I’d appreciate it if you could come home early.”
Surprisingly, their conversation had lasted unusually long.
Normally, Seo Yeon would be the one wearing a stiff expression and hastily excusing herself.
“What could she possibly want to discuss, looking so serious?”
Sung Jun’s eyes glimmered with curiosity and anticipation.
*
Meanwhile, Seo Yeon had finished mentally preparing to smoothly secure her husband’s cooperation. Her husband was a businessman.
Her calculation was that offering him something in return for her request would slightly increase her chances of success.
Seo Yeon intended to give Tae Sung Joon precisely what he desired.
Just then, the sound of the front door opening came through.
“You’re back?”
Seo Yeon, who had been waiting by the door, greeted Sung Jun first.
“Where’s Madam?”
Sung Jun scanned the living room before turning his gaze back to Seo Yeon, who promptly replied:
“I told her to leave early today—since I wanted to have an important conversation with you. Remember? I mentioned earlier that I had something to discuss.”
“I remember. What is it?”
“Shall we sit down and talk?”
Sung Jun sat in the dining chair Seo Yeon indicated, and she took the seat opposite him. She tried her best to appear calm, but full-body tension and pressure left her mouth parched.
This wasn’t merely about voicing a personal wish. If her husband rejected her proposal, she might lose her only chance—perhaps forever—to meet that child. She desperately wished to avoid even imagining such a despairing possibility.
Her mind was already brimming with hope—the hope of finally meeting the child she’d failed to keep due to her own mistake.
This time, I will absolutely meet my precious angel.
“I can do this.”
Her eyes gleamed resolutely as she made this vow.
Sung Jun patiently waited in silence as Seo Yeon gathered her thoughts. His unusually dark eyes today held hers with relentless, deep intensity—refusing to look away.
“Mr. Sung Jun… Do you know how long we’ve been married?”
“Three years.”
“That’s right—short if you think it’s short, long if you think it’s long.”
Sung Jun gave a light nod, as if encouraging her to continue. After watching him for a moment, Seo Yeon deliberately steadied her voice and spoke:
“I’d like things between us to change—differently from how they were before.”
“…”
As she spoke, Seo Yeon gazed firmly at Sung Jun. He looked slightly surprised at first, but only momentarily—his expression soon turned more solemn than ever. Without breaking eye contact, he asked:
“How would you like things to change?”
Seo Yeon answered:
“I’d like us to share the same bedroom.”
At her words, Sung Jun’s eyes widened slightly. He studied her expression and asked carefully:
“Do you truly want that?”
Seo Yeon nodded firmly. Then, cautiously, she broached her main point:
“…And, if possible, I’d also like to have a child.”
“…”
Sung Jun’s expression grew even more serious as he listened intently. Though she couldn’t precisely discern his thoughts, at least he didn’t seem resentful or incredulous toward her proposal.
Given the atmosphere, she began to hope that persuading Sung Jun was merely a matter of time.
Seo Yeon handed him the prepared contract and said:
“In return, I won’t ask or expect anything from you as a husband. If you have someone you love, you’re free to see her—I’ve even drawn up a contract.”
And in that instant, Seo Yeon doubted her own eyes—just moments before, her husband had looked at her with clear goodwill, but now his expression had turned icy cold.
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!”
——
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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