Regardless, Rajin forced a smile and repeatedly thanked the staff.
Finally escaping the store after 30 minutes.
The sky, framed by the checkerboard buildings, was entirely grey.
A bit late, but crossing Hannam Bridge would quickly get her to the hospital. As the van’s door opened, Rajin collapsed into it.
Removing her constricting high heels, she felt a sudden jolt of relief in her entire body.
‘Ah, I can survive.’
Exhausted, she barely managed a groan and leaned deep into the seat, closing her eyes.
As the door shut with a click, Hyungsik again brought his phone to his ear. It was obvious where they were headed, so why was he so fervently reporting? Like a company’s CCTV openly advertising. Rajin shook her head in disbelief.
“We’ll depart now.”
At Hyungsik’s words, Rajin nodded.
With the radio’s cheerful BGM, a line of cars with red taillights, and Hyungsik’s occasional glances in the rearview mirror, Rajin turned her face away from the persistently intrusive gaze of her manager. She then watched the sparkling streetlights, couples walking side by side, and commuters rushing to the subway entrance.
‘When can I live like that?’
Leaning her head against the car window, Rajin was lost in thought.
―Next news. Prosecutor Kang Jiho has newly joined the special investigation team led by Prosecutor Huh Taesoo, investigating the substandard fund case. Prosecutor Kang Jiho, known for his expertise in special cases, was instrumental in the arrest of Chairman Kim Gitae of Myungjin Group……
Awakened from her reverie by the clear voice from the radio, Rajin listened intently.
He arrested the chairman?
The young prosecutor’s remarkable achievements were detailed, describing how he had arrested several big names in politics and business. Rajin listened carefully, not wanting to miss a word.
―As Myungjin Securities sold the largest share of the fund, the focus of the investigation is expected to intensify.
Considering Myungjin Group’s magnitude, the level of media attention suggested a significant crisis. At such a crucial time, Kim Yujun had the nerve to suggest spending the night. Rajin was curious about what was going on in his head.
‘Does he have something up his sleeve?’
Before she could ponder further, Hyungsik cleared his throat.
“Where should I park the car?”
“Please drop me off at the back entrance.”
As the indicator clicked and the car slowed down, Rajin prepared her bag.
“I’ll call you when I’m done.”
Accompanying Hyungsik to the ward would only be a nuisance; she preferred to be alone. She stopped him from getting out and exited the car by herself.
Late evening.
The hospital lobby, now free from outpatient traffic, felt quite deserted. Still, Rajin could sense the overt stares of the lingering doctors at the café.
The 15th floor, where the single rooms were located.
As the odd-numbered elevator arrived, Rajin quickly crossed the lobby. If she missed this elevator, someone might approach her for a photo. After being hassled by cameras all day, she wasn’t in the mood for more.
Wearing high heels, Rajin ran across the slippery floor.
“Wait, please!”
She yelled towards the closing elevator. Suddenly, a large hand appeared, and the doors reopened with a clunk.
“Thank you.”
Breathless, Rajin gave a quick nod of gratitude.
As Rajin stepped into the elevator, the man glanced at her and pressed the close button. A refreshing citrus scent wafted from his flicking wristwatch.
Citrus fragrance? The subtle scent reminded her of a clear blue sky, and Rajin’s eyes tilted to the right.
The man in a classic suit.
Rajin noticed his navy lapel within her sight. She stole a glance at his face; his features were elegant, but his eyes were as cool as early winter.
“You haven’t pressed it yet.”
Prompted by his soft reminder, Rajin’s hand moved automatically. She was about to press the 15th floor button, but it was already lit.
‘Is he here to visit someone?’
Most people on the 15th floor were familiar due to her long-term hospitalized mother, but this man was new to her.
“I’m also going to the 15th floor.”
“Okay.”
Expecting some recognition, Rajin felt awkward at his curt reply. Wasn’t her face known enough as a top star?
In the spacious elevator, capable of fitting a mobile bed, the silence with the unfamiliar man was palpable. Rajin fidgeted, debating whether to take out her phone.
Buzz, buzz.
A vibrating sound came from the man, drawing Rajin’s eyes to the right. Although he was facing forward, his movements to check the caller were obvious.
“Sigh.”
His sigh intensified the citrus scent.
Perhaps an unwelcome caller? The man just held the phone, not answering it.
The brief awkward moment ended as the elevator doors opened with a clear sound.
Rajin, adjusting her bag, stepped out first. The quiet footsteps behind her ceased as the noisy vibration stopped.
Outside the elevator, she felt a mix of relief and curiosity about the stranger who had joined her in the elevator.
“Yes, Deputy Minister. This is Prosecutor Kang Jiho.”
At that moment, Rajin’s head turned sharply.
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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