Was this the real him? Curious, Ra-jin studied him closely.
“I need to go to the convenience store downstairs.”
“I’m leaving soon anyway. It’s okay.”
“I can’t send you back covered in blood after Jung Ha-eun asked me to ensure your safe return.”
Unable to argue, knowing it was her own fault, she acquiesced.
“I’ll buy some bandages.”
“What if someone sees you?”
As he adjusted the blanket, he smiled softly.
“Then it’ll be a surprise fan meeting.”
“What?”
Startled, Ra-jin jumped, to which he raised his hands as if to calm her.
“Just kidding. My mother left the country today.”
Relieved, Ra-jin’s shoulders relaxed.
He handed her a phone, an open water bottle, and a cushion, telling her he would be back soon.
Click―
With the door closed, a heavy silence fell. The absence of the imposing man left a strange void in the unfamiliar space.
Their fourth meeting.
“Really,” she muttered softly.
She hadn’t even gotten to say what she planned, and now he was out buying bandages. What could he be thinking? Lost in thought, Ra-jin gazed at the artworks around the living room.
From vibrant pop art to traditional Korean paintings tinged with time, the variety of genres was eclectic yet harmonious.
“What does the prosecutor’s mother do?”
She used this vast penthouse as a studio, and every piece of furniture and decor screamed luxury.
Ra-jin rubbed her cheek against the wool blanket, staring blankly at the clock on the art wall.
He had been gone for 20 minutes already.
Why wasn’t the man, who went to the convenience store on the first floor, back yet?
After touring the living room, Ra-jin slumped onto the sofa.
On his way back from a 24-hour pharmacy.
Driving along the quiet road, Ji-ho’s eyes settled calmly.
The comfortable conversation had relaxed him, but the reminder from Ho-jin brought back the real purpose of today’s meeting.
Honestly, Ji-ho hadn’t expected much from today’s encounter. After his last request, Ra-jin had been noticeably wary. He understood her discomfort and didn’t expect much.
He only hoped to subtly confirm necessary information during their conversation.
When Ra-jin confirmed that 500 billion won could not be quietly overlooked in industry norms, it was the right time to casually mention TJ Pictures.
The crash and shatter of the wine glass seemed like a warning not to rush things.
“Let’s see how it goes.”
Recalling her small hand with a vivid wound, Ji-ho muttered to himself.
How painful her pale, delicate skin must have been. He could still feel the tremor of her hand as he pressed down on it for hemostasis.
“Just went to the pharmacy, and it took 40 minutes.”
Wondering why time passed so quickly, the image of her alone kept flashing in his mind.
Anxiety accelerating, Ji-ho sped up.
Like someone being chased, he rushed to park and ran with the small bag of medicine.
“Ah, so slow.”
Why did the studio have to be on the 31st floor? Today, of all days, the elevator seemed excruciatingly slow.
Ding―
The sound announcing arrival sprung Ji-ho into action.
He swiftly keyed in the 8-digit password and entered the house.
“Ra-jin!”
As soon as he stepped in, he called her name, but no response came. Her shoes were there, but what if? The dreadful word ‘excessive bleeding’ flashed through his mind as he hastily kicked off his shoes.
“Are you alrigh…….?”
There she was, curled up tightly on the hard floor, half her face covered by a soft, white blanket, sound asleep.
Had he come too late?
Wondering if she had been waiting for his call, her phone lay dropped in front of her left hand.
The smooth round forehead, neatly arranged eyebrows beneath it, and her deep lashes fluttered with her breath.
‘Should I wake her? Let her sleep?’
Ji-ho pondered for a moment.
She’d only been asleep for about 20 minutes. She mentioned resting due to her condition – was she ill?
But he couldn’t presumptuously touch her forehead. He quietly got up, increased the house’s temperature, and carefully covered her with a blanket, doing as much as he could without her permission.
Then, he quietly cleared away anything cluttering the floor. She must have been exhausted to fall asleep so guarded.
‘Just one hour more.’
He thought letting her sleep for an hour should be enough. Ji-ho sank down beside her, glancing at his watch.
Ra-jin’s right hand with a forming scab caught his eye, but he couldn’t disturb her peaceful sleep.
Ji-ho responded to Ho-jin’s message and checked emails intermittently, always keeping an eye on her. He was so attentive that if her breathing wasn’t rhythmic, he would have checked her consciousness immediately.
‘Was she that tired?’
She was sleeping so soundly that even Ji-ho, tired from daily overtime, yawned.
Rubbing his eyes as if massaging them, he slowly turned his head. But it was of little use, so he stretched silently to shake off the sleepiness.
The small, black letters on the neat white screen, the warm floor heated by a quality boiler.
Unaware, Ji-ho’s posture slackened.
‘Myungjin Securities’ Mexican subsidiary investment details… investment… in.’
The once clear letters gradually blurred and then slowly faded away.
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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