“Let’s go.”
Siyoon led Mi-joo by the hand toward the restaurant door.
With his tall stature and robust physique, he was charming enough to catch the eyes of foreigners.
Even the guests cast glances at Siyoon’s back, and warm admiration was directed at Mi-joo by his side.
If they went down one floor, it would be their own space. And at this moment, even for a very short time, Siyoon’s intense emotions did not subside by the fact that he and Mi-joo were alone in the elevator.
Mi-joo leaned her head gently on Siyoon’s arm.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. But I feel weak.”
It seemed like the alcohol was draining his strength.
Unable to go up or down.
In that short moment, Siyoon conflicted within himself. The elevator door opened, and the arrival sound echoed.
Siyoon entered the suite first, and holding Mi-joo’s hand, he pulled her inside.
Before the door closed, Siyoon turned Mi-joo around, making her lean against the wall.
Mi-joo, trapped in Siyoon’s arms, looked up at him with sleepy eyes.
One hand was held by Siyoon, and the other had somehow found its way onto his forearm. The two looked passionate, as if about to dance the tango.
‘How can I attack someone in such a vulnerable state…’
Siyoon was confused. How could he attack a woman who relied on him so weakly.
‘There are too many places to attack, and too many vulnerabilities.’
So he could insert his decisive move in one go. However, he couldn’t activate the right to attack.
Siyoon’s deep and black eyes seemed to cast a spell on Mi-joo’s eyes, which were blurred, and he gently touched his lips to hers.
Mi-joo’s thin and dense eyelashes trembled sensitively, transmitting the hot quivering to Siyoon’s lips. The hand Mi-joo had on his arm tightened.
Whether it was his arm that was hot or Mi-joo’s hand, Siyoon felt like he wanted to immediately throw off his clothes because of the emanating heat.
“Are you coming to your senses?”
To a person who relies only on herself, asking if she is coming to her senses. It was just a question filled with his desires. And what seemed likely to go crazy was Siyoon himself.
Siyoon cupped Mi-joo’s cheek with both hands, lifting her head to meet his face. The closed eyes slightly opened but closed again. Had Mi-joo’s cheeks ever been this hot?
‘How much hotter can this woman… react?’
In Siyoon’s mind, a continuously lecherous imagination unfolded. But he grabbed the thread of reason and drew a line with great difficulty. Then he embraced Mi-joo again.
Seeing the woman clinging loosely to him, he sensed once again the urgent situation. However, he quickly opened the bedroom door, took her inside, and laid her down.
“Sleep. Let’s sleep.”
At the annoyed sound, Mi-joo, without opening her still-closed eyes, pouted. Yet, the hand on Siyoon’s chest didn’t seem to know how to let go.
Siyoon’s heart is touched as he watches her adorable appearance.
“I’ll always be with you.”
Mi-joo closed her eyes as if understanding and nodded slightly.
“My pretty little puppy.”
‘My pretty little puppy…!’
Hearing those words for the first time, Mi-joo nodded her head while humming. It was a very subtle movement, something only Siyoon, right next to her, could feel.
After a while, Mi-joo, using Siyoon’s arm as a pillow, breathed out a gentle sigh and fell asleep. Now Siyoon could also calm down his passion and take a rest.
‘With this woman by my side, is that even possible!’
A light sigh or a muttered curse escaped from Siyoon’s lips.
To cool off the burning heat, it seemed he should take a shower with cold water.
Siyoon carefully withdrew his arm so as not to wake Mi-joo. It was the most silent and delicate action in the world.
Cold water flowed over the heated muscles.
Despite minutes passing while the water flowed, Siyoon’s body’s emanating heat showed no signs of cooling down.
Unquenchable desire, insatiable thirst. Even the idea of trying to wash it away with a shower seemed absurd.
It was pitiful that he had to satisfy his desires alone in this way, and he resented himself for creating this situation.
However, he couldn’t wake Mi-joo, who was sleeping, to fulfill his desires. It was literally desire.
He had thought that maybe after a year they could naturally separate through a nullification lawsuit if they grew tired of each other. But a year later, parting would no longer be an option for Siyoon.
‘But what if this gentle and sunny woman shakes a contract in front of me a year later, declaring the marriage null and void?’
Although Siyoon was confident and confident in front of anyone, strangely, he felt uneasy and anxious about Mi-joo, as if she wouldn’t be as tangible as others and might run away.
‘Perhaps it’s because we started with such a ridiculous relationship, talking about contracts and business from the beginning.’
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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