Upon returning home, Wooyeon tried to undress and discovered a floating fish in the fish tank.
Having neglected to properly feed and care for it for several days, it had assumed an appearance of unknown death, floating there motionless.
“……!”
The chilling silence that swept over her, much like an irresistible force, pushed Wooyeon to the edge of the abyss.
Throughout her life, she had always pushed herself to the limits, spilling coffee, staying up for two nights straight preparing for interviews.
If she didn’t do that, it was an unbearable time. If it wasn’t first place, she didn’t want it, and if she couldn’t have it, she would do whatever it took to make it hers.
Separating logic from emotion, pushing people away, yet when emotions unexpectedly surged through the gaps, she was busy expelling them.
She had asserted that she could turn her back on Seo Jiwu at any time, and she had never once revealed her feelings to her junior Woosik.
Not only Station Manager Song, PD Park, and even Reporter Yeom, they all didn’t get entangled in their personal stories.
Enduring was easy. Not caring about people was much easier than hating them.
Yeah, it’s nothing special.
Without hesitation, Wooyeon took the dead fish outside.
She wrapped it in dry paper and carried it out of the house. Suddenly, raindrops fell on her from above, and at first, she thought it was raining from the sky. She genuinely believed that.
Halfway to coming to her senses, she realized that the one crying wasn’t the sky but herself.
Wooyeon was so taken aback that she froze. The scenery before her warped, the two legs standing on the ground felt awkward, and it seemed like her body wasn’t really hers.
She had heard somewhere that a child who had suffered emotional abuse when young often had a habit of separating themselves from their emotions as they grew older.
A child who couldn’t protect themselves from external violence would have built layers of armor over time to protect themselves whenever possible.
But in reality, that armor was so weak and powerless that it could collapse at any moment.
Wooyeon’s two cheeks trembled. Her eye sockets swelled, her breathing quickened, and her lips gradually dried up.
“Huk.”
If this was going to happen, she regretted not giving it a proper name.
“Augh.”
Why were tears flowing like this?
She faced the cold wind and sobbed, turning around with a disheveled face.
And at that moment, from afar, she locked eyes with Taekyung, who was watching her.
The news of Jaehui’s death reached Taekyung’s ears first.
Even within the family, he had lived like a stranger his whole life.
There were few who had such an affectionate attachment, such as having to protect his only younger sibling for a lifetime or take care of her meticulously.
However, I never thought Jaehui’s life would end like this. The phone call he had been waiting for all day was from Yoon Wooyeon, not about Jaehui.
“What did you say just now?”
Cha Jaehui has passed away.
From Christmas evening, it was reported that he had met with Joinyoung alone, drinking heavily. According to the testimony of the staff at the upscale bar in Gangnam, both of them were already drunk from the early hours when they left the bar.
It seemed like Joinyoung was making a separate call to a driver, but for some reason, the person found near the reservoir in Gangwon Province was not three but two.
Due to poor judgment of the situation caused by drunk driving, the car plunged into the water, and at the scene, Joinyoung was arrested in a state where she couldn’t control her body properly.
Presumably, because she drove herself, she could swim to the surface from the water with some consciousness.
Jaehee, who fell into a deep sleep due to intoxication, passed away without even being able to open the door, just like that in the car.
According to the words of the paramedic who first found her, there were no signs of resistance to come back to life.
The phone call in the early morning shook Taekyung’s life to its core. He was on his way to meet Wooyeon alone while driving alone.
The news that Jaehui’s soul was no longer in this world swept through the life of a section chief like a tsunami.
Taekyung contacted her, and when he rushed to the hospital, the person who came out first was Section Chief Han.
Even with a stiff expression, he lowered his head towards Taekyung.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve…”
The voice that couldn’t finish the words was a choking sensation in his throat.
Section Chief Han emerged in a comfortable training suit. It was a sight never seen before.
Even when Taekyung enjoyed his vacation, he was always dressed in a neat suit.
Seeing Section Chief Han emotionally breaking down, Taekyung gestured as if to say he could stop talking.
“Enough. Let’s go inside and confirm first.”
From head to toe, Taekyung’s attire was immaculate.
Not a single tie was askew. Even the journalists gathered near the hospital, indifferent to his younger brother’s death, looked at him with curiosity and reactions of sympathy and empathy.
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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