He thought his feelings for Seoha had cooled, but the anger and resentment growing inside made him even more miserable.
He feared being a painful memory for Seoha, afraid she’d never want to see him again.
The thought of the cold Seoha, not the tender one he knew, hurt him.
Struggling with his own pain, he wanted to return it all to Seoha, yet he knew he’d be the one getting hurt.
Why was Seoha angry when he should be the one to be angry?
Taekyung’s head and heart were conflicted; he didn’t want to see Seoha but his heart kept yearning for her.
He despised himself for still harboring such feelings for Seoha.
A heavy sigh mixed with the smell of alcohol escaped from Taekyung. He buried his head into his bent knee.
Spending the night in front of the kindergarten, Taekyung sensed the dawn approaching.
But he didn’t want to get up. He wanted to see Seoha again, even just once.
He wanted to tell her how much he missed her.
But they were words that could never be conveyed.
A long shadow cast over him.
“Hey there, what are you doing here like this?”
A kind and tender voice was heard. As Taekyung slowly raised his head, he saw a middle-aged woman looking at him with concern. It was a face he seemed to have seen somewhere before.
“Goodness, you smell strongly of alcohol. Did you spend the night here?”
She shook Taekyung, but he couldn’t lift his head, his head pounding painfully.
“Ugh…”
“More importantly, you shouldn’t be out here like this. Let’s go inside the building. I’m worried you might catch a cold.”
Taekyung didn’t mind the kindness of this middle-aged woman.
“I’m the principal of this kindergarten. I felt like coming in early today. Your expensive suit is a mess. Let’s go into the principal’s office. You’re frozen. We need to warm you up.”
Taekyung wondered why the principal, this woman, was so kind to him, especially since she must have seen his altercation with Minseop yesterday.
Without any resistance, Taekyung followed Yoonhee, the principal, into the kindergarten.
Colorful and cute notices filled the walls. Yoonhee led Taekyung to the principal’s office and sat him on the sofa.
“Sit here for a while. I’ll bring you some warm honey water.”
“Thank you…”
“What’s troubling a young man like you to be in this state?”
Yoonhee looked at him sympathetically, took out a mug, and put water in the kettle.
Taekyung said nothing, just hung his head. The alcohol had mostly worn off, but he was still in a daze.
“Here, drink some honey water to settle your stomach. Be careful; it’s hot.”
“Thank you…”
Taekyung felt his frozen fingers thaw with the warmth of the mug.
Yoonhee nonchalantly made herself coffee and sat at the desk, putting on her glasses and starting to read through a pile of documents, as if Taekyung wasn’t there.
Taekyung watched her quietly before speaking cautiously.
“Principal.”
“Yes, do you need something?”
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“What do you mean?”
Yoonhee slightly lowered her glasses and met Taekyung’s gaze through the lens.
“Didn’t you see everything yesterday?”
“Ah, the fight with Teacher Kwak? Are you okay where he hit you? Your face looks fine, though.”
“Yes.”
“Both Teacher Kim and you have your circumstances.”
Taekyung introduced himself in a hoarse voice.
“I’m Han Taekyung.”
“Oh, I see. Taekyung. Honestly, I don’t have a good impression of you because of Teacher Kim, but it seems like there’s more to your relationship. Plus, being here all night means you have a lot of stories with Teacher Kim.”
“…”
Yoonhee spoke indifferently, as if she knew everything.
“When you get older, sometimes you can see tangled relationships. Relationships that don’t need to turn back but twist themselves, deceiving themselves, and lashing out with thorns at themselves and others. Let’s say it’s out of pity. It’s better for Teacher Kim if your relationship with Han Taekyung is properly sorted out.”
“Sorted out?”
“Yes, sorted. Things that need sorting should be sorted.”
Yoonhee shrugged and looked at Taekyung piercingly.
“Sort it out properly, not in this disheveled state. For Teacher Kim and for Minjun.”
Taekyung felt a twinge in his heart at the mention of Minjun.
But he couldn’t suppress his curiosity about the child.
“What child? How old is he?”
“Minjun? He’s five years old. He looks much older, doesn’t he? Some people even think he’s seven.”
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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