There was no time to be at ease.
The day after making up my mind, I went straight to the house of Sunan, a friend of mine.
Younger sister Linhwa would make a big fuss if she knew about this, saying, “Why is sister going to see Sunan Gongja? Does sister have ulterior motives for Sunan Gongja?” but there was no help for it.
I heard Sunan’s maternal family was involved in some secretive and dark matters.
No, besides that, it was ridiculous for Linhwa to suspect something between me and Sunan in the first place.
Sunan knows me as a lecherous man. Wouldn’t it look stranger if Linhwa made a fuss in between?
“Are you Gongja Yo?”
As I approached the gate of the house, the gatekeeper recognized my face at once and greeted me cheerfully.
“Have you been well?”
“I’m always like that. Gongja Yo always looks splendid.”
I handed a handful of coins to the gatekeeper, as usual, and asked.
“Is he in? Is he inside?”
“Don’t even mention it. He was dragged back from the gambling house again.”
“Oh dear.”
As I lowered my head and clicked my tongue, the gatekeeper stared at me and heaved a deep sigh.
“If only our Sun Gongja were as proper as Gongja Yo[—].”
“Flattery for a few coins, too much, Sikah.”
At the voice from beyond the door, the gatekeeper quickly stopped talking.
Soon the large gate opened from the inside, revealing Sunan with a smile.
“Oh, it’s just a word.”
The gatekeeper, not expecting Sunan to have heard everything, quickly denied it.
Sunan chuckled, but he didn’t look upset.
“And what’s so proper about this rascal? He wags his tail at every woman he sees, a rake.”
No, is he upset?
At Sunan’s serious rebuttal, the gatekeeper stumbled and laughed.
“Oh, really, young master, too.”
Feeling like I had had enough of the light banter, I patted the gatekeeper’s back a few times and pulled Sunan’s arm.
“Ani, let’s talk. It’s something important.”
“You rake. Trying to seduce even our family’s Sikah?”
“What are you saying?”
Annoyed, I grabbed Sunan’s arm and walked into his room.
“Why are you leading the way to my room?”
Sunan followed obediently, though he complained.
“Tea? We’ve got some tea with a really nice scent. You’d like it, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m good.”
As soon as we entered the room, I closed the door.
“Not even drinking tea?”
As I sat down, Sunan asked in a bewildered voice.
“Why? You like our house’s tea, don’t you?”
“What I like isn’t your house’s tea, Ani. It’s your house’s Shibiwolhyang.”
Sunan snickered.
“Is that a brag? At least try to hide that kind of intention, will you?”
“Got it. What I like is you.”
When I said this, lowering both ends of my eyebrows, Sunan clicked his tongue and waved his hand.
“Then I should bow down and accept your bow. Enough. What’s the matter? If you’re so serious that you won’t even see the Wolhyang you love so much, is something grave?”
There was. An unimaginably huge incident had occurred.
I sighed softly.
If I told Sunan now, “I experienced the future and returned to the past. My disciple becomes the emperor in the future,” that brat would probably shut my mouth in shock.
Speaking about who will become the emperor in the future could be taken as a statement mixed with treason.
“You know, Ani. You said your maternal family does secretive and dark things.”
I skipped explaining the situation and cautiously brought up the subject.
As the subject of his maternal family came up, Sunan narrowed his eyes and glared at me.
Sunan’s maternal family, the Yu family, was doing well in the shadows, but Sunan, who had grown up mingling only with aristocratic children, didn’t like his maternal family very much.
Perhaps Sunan’s expression is not good right now because I brought up his maternal family. He always said he was ashamed of it.
“Can you find a place that no one knows about, like a hideout?”
But this was a matter of life and death for me. I clasped my hands together and looked at him earnestly.
“Why, you want to include things like fake identity tags?”
But… why? Sunan just stared at me with a stiff face, without any response.
“Levanfell?”
His expression looked as worn as a weathered stone, so I called his name with concern.
“Did I anger you by talking about your family? I’m sorry. It’s just an urgent matter.”
But Levanfell seemed to have lost his words. There was no response.
How long had he been like that? Growing uncomfortable with the endless waiting, I cautiously called him again.
“Levanfell?”
At that moment, Levanfell’s expression eerily changed. In an instant, his hand touched my neck. He had grasped my throat.
“Who are you?”
Moreover, he spouted some strange words like a madman.
Not even showing any interest in hearing a response to his question, he didn’t even loosen the grip on my throat.
My windpipe was being pressed inward, and breathing became difficult, so I tightly grabbed his throat in return. It seemed faster than struggling to have him let go.
Strangling each other’s throats, we endured for a while. Finally, Levanfell let go of my throat.
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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