Glancing at Secretary Yoon’s figure, I lowered my gaze. Firmly gathering my resolve, I continued with the words.
“I don’t think we can blame the feeling of liking someone. As Secretary Yoon knows well, the person I’ve liked and missed for nine years, thinking that they abandoned me and ran away, is none other than you. So, at least, I can’t blame Secretary Yoon in person. I don’t want to either.”
Secretary Yoon calmly placed the teacup on the table and made an effort to listen to my words. She seemed a bit short of breath. However, I couldn’t stop here. I had to tie up the loose ends.
“But using the pure feelings of liking someone to fulfill my desires is another issue.”
“Director, well, that’s…”
“Nakajima director happened to have a secretary who worked with him for a long time leave because of moving, so he said he needs to hire a new secretary right away and recommended you, Secretary Yoon. I trust that you will handle tasks with such meticulous care that you might even surpass me. Please hire her with confidence.”
Moisture began to appear in Secretary Yoon’s eyes. Although she seemed uncomfortable, there was no intention of stepping back from here. Now that I had witnessed the wounds she inflicted on Haru, our relationship, under any pretext, could never continue.
I rose from my seat first. Secretary Yoon would need time to reflect on her actions and take responsibility.
From this point on, our connection was severed.
“Secretary Yoon, or Miss Young as you know, there’s an interview nearby for me. I’ll leave first. Thank you very much for everything.”
Choosing a cafe filled with memories with her was a mistake, I thought as I left the cafe. If I ever come back to this place, it will remind me not of our passionate young days but of today, where we shared sorrowful glances.
Rrrrr. Rrrrr.
Ah, a call at this hour…?
Wrinkles formed on my barely opened eyes. The bell sound was more unpleasant than the alarm.
Getting a call at this time often signaled an annoying work issue, making my discomfort even more pronounced. It was something people from the broadcasting station frequently experienced. Hence, the unwelcome feeling that never became familiar resurfaced.
The phone continued to ring from the other side, and my resentment toward the unknown person waiting for my voice grew.
I reached out to find my phone. My fingers quickly touched the hard surface. Extending my arm to that point again, I grasped the familiar rectangular object.
If someone is calling at this hour… It must be Jung Eun or Hyun Soo.
My reluctant fingertips reached the green button. Without even considering opening my blurry eyes, I placed the phone on the bed and rested my cheek on top of it. In that state, I answered the call.
“Hello.”
Even in this short sentence, the tone was thick with irritation.
[It’s Ihadu. Did I make you angry by calling so early?] “…Huh?”An unexpected voice flowed into my ears. Now fully alert, I immediately sat up. Every cell in my body began to react to the single phrase I had just heard.
“No… no, I’m not mad. Just woke up, that’s all.”
[“Are you sure you’re not mad because you just woke up?”]“Yeah, I’m sure. You didn’t know. That’s why.”
[“Hmph, then show me your face if you’re not mad.”]“Now?”
[“Yeah. But are you holding the phone to your ear right now? It’s a video call.”]Oh, in a sudden realization, I pulled the phone away from my ear, then, with another thought, I brought it back to my ear. I couldn’t show Jun my face in the unknown state I was in just after waking up.
Ah, but still, I want to see Jun’s face…
Soon, in a few seconds, Jun’s laughter flowed from the phone as if pushing away the accumulated silence. In that short moment, Jun easily understood the meaning behind my hesitation.
“You’re beautiful. There’s no way you wouldn’t be pretty just waking up. You’ve always been like that to me.”
“…You know exactly what to say to flatter someone.”
[“Look at this. Saying that won’t make you flattered. Even if you say it, you won’t be flattered. It’s sincere.”]“…Still. Still, it’s a bit much.”
[“You miss me too, right?”]…Yes. I miss you too.
[“If you reach out a little now, you can see it.”]“…”
When he spoke so straightforwardly and sincerely, I couldn’t bring myself to say that I absolutely disliked it.
“…Don’t laugh. Okay.”
[“Sure, got it. Won’t laugh.”]“Look now. Because you keep laughing, I’m not turning it on.”
[“I should’ve just listed everything I shouldn’t say from now on.”]“If you’re going to nag, just forget it.”
[“Got it. I’ll be quiet. Go to sleep.”]Suddenly, trying to hold back the laughter that wanted to burst out due to the unexpected silence on the other side of the phone, I found myself wanting to see Jun even more. It had only been one day since Jun returned to Japan, but still.
I gently brought the phone, which had been quietly against my ear, in front of my face.
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…
——
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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