Minhyuk received Sihun’s call and informed Dahyun of Changjeong’s passing. Dahyun’s face became contemplative, and she immediately changed into appropriate attire, preparing to leave.
The funeral hall was filled with condolences lining the corridor.
People dressed in black suits bowed repeatedly as they passed. They expressed condolences to Minhyuk and Sihun, offering a few words of sympathy.
Sihun greeted the mourners with a bowed head, expressing gratitude, while Minhyuk stood by, gazing endlessly at Changjeong’s portrait.
Socheol did not show up at Changjeong’s funeral. No, it would be more accurate to say he couldn’t.
He had been taken into custody as the final suspect. Only Socheol knew what conversation had taken place between him and Changjeong.
The dead do not speak. A security guard, entering the room to announce the inspection time, found Changjeong collapsed on the floor, bleeding, apparently having fallen.
Immediately, the guards detained Socheol before he could leave the hospital and reported it to the police.
Changjeong’s last moments seemed as if he knew about his death, smiling peacefully.
It was revealed through the media that Socheol met Changjeong for the last time.
The news of Chairman Kang Changjeong’s passing was so sensational that it easily buried the reports of Socheol imprisoning his ex-wife.
An article came out stating that, due to Changjeong’s deteriorating health, he entrusted the position of chairman to his eldest son, Sihun. However, no one had expected such a sudden departure.
Moreover, Sihun, unable to accept Changjeong’s death, held Changjeong’s cold hand in the funeral parlor, crying bitterly.
Sihun didn’t know that Changjeong had stage 4 lung cancer. Shocked by Changjeong hiding his illness from his children, Sihun poured out words of resentment before agonizing over the situation and directing his final arrow towards Socheol.
“That son of a b****! I’ll kill him! Just yesterday, a perfectly fine gentleman can’t close his eyes in a day.”
They say that when a good person gets angry, they become uncontrollably fierce. Sihun was usually calm and understanding.
Upon learning that the last person Changjeong met before his death was Socheol, Sihun became furious, convinced that Socheol had laid hands on Changjeong.
Minhyuk barely managed to calm Sihun, dressed him in mourning clothes, and stood him up. Sihun regained his composure and dealt with people while planning to track down and apprehend everyone associated with Socheol.
Meanwhile, Dahyun couldn’t bring herself to look directly at Changjeong’s solemn portrait.
Why do the people she cares about always leave her so soon?
“Dongseo, go inside and take a break.”
Sihun’s wife, Mikyung, approached and gently patted Dahyun’s shoulder.
“I’m okay. Brother, please go inside and rest.”
“You’ve been standing for too long. It’s a bit risky during the transition from early to mid-pregnancy.
Even though there was little interaction with Mikyung, she still thought of and understood Dahyun. However, Dahyun couldn’t readily follow Mikyung’s goodwill.
“It’s all because of me. Even if Father didn’t come looking for me, pushing himself too hard….”
“Don’t blame Dongseo. Didn’t you hear? Father’s last expression looked incredibly peaceful. Father must have known. So, maybe he went to find Dongseo?”
Dahyun seemed on the verge of tears with Mikyung’s comforting words. Emotions of being moved and sorry intertwined.
“I’m worried about Dongseo. At this rate, Dongseo might collapse.”
Despite Mikyung’s advice to take a break, Dahyun refused until the end and stayed by Changjeong’s side.
Socheol, trembling one leg, still waited for his lawyer, who hadn’t arrived yet.
Being in the interrogation room and even having handcuffs on his wrists made him look like a genuine murderer who killed Changjeong.
“No, Detective. Even if I haven’t proven I did it, is it necessary to fill my shackles like a criminal fearing escape? You don’t have any evidence that I did it. Maybe I can act recklessly because you know who I am. Still a young detective, I suppose. Dealing with scams, praise indeed.”
Socheol hadn’t even thought that Changjeong would pass away as he wished. But meeting him became the last for Changjeong, and the situation got tangled up.
The detective taunted Socheol, saying he wouldn’t answer until the lawyer arrived.
“You know very well. Aren’t you a famous person these days? Even if I don’t want to know, your father’s name is mentioned in the news every day. They say if kids don’t listen, they’ll end up like Chairman Kang. Originally famous, but now you’ve become famous in a different sense?”
The detective knew Socheol was not a clean figure, but hindered by higher-ups, a proper investigation hadn’t started.
It had always bothered him. Strangely, Socheol, the main suspect in Chairman Changjeong’s murder, was brought in.
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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