Actually, Mi-joo was trembling and frightened.
Exactly who is this person that comes to find me and confidently asserts herself like this? It was impossible not to be afraid.
However, without trembling in her voice, Mi-joo made an effort to speak calmly and steadily to Somin.
“Did you come to see me just to confirm some rumors?”
“Gee. Do you even know who I am?”
‘A signature comment of arrogance. Whenever she was ridiculed for not knowing her place as an orphan, this familiar comment would come up.’
Mi-joo’s expression hardened. In the past, when she heard such words, she discovered herself shrinking and becoming infinitely small. However, now, Mi-joo exhibited a courage that she didn’t know where it came from, and her confidence was revealed.
“Do you want to reveal who you are? This is all I’ve got. Figure it out on your own. Do you want to play with me in this game of wits? I’m not particularly interested.”
With a trembling voice, she managed to speak in a low and slow tone. Somin, as if finding it amusing, deliberately twisted her expression, clenched her fist, crossed her legs, and changed their position.
“Well, you should have known what to expect when you met someone like me. You must know H.O Group, right…?”
Somin blurred her words as if to boast.
H.O Group. The woman from the Ho family. Without even hearing an explanation, Mi-joo quickly grasped how much arrogance and high-handedness Somin, who could boast about the group without hesitation, could exercise.
“As a Korean, you must know H.O Group. But does H.O know about you wandering around, proudly mentioning the group’s name?”
Mi-joo continued to provoke.
“This kind of person…”
Somin grabbed the water glass in front of her and scoffed. Mi-joo also tightly clenched her fists under the table and stared intently at the water glass Somin held.
“Why, are you going to throw water at me? Think carefully. Before you get caught as an assailant.”
Somin knows it too. That overturning a water glass and screaming dramatically, as in a movie, is a clear act of assault.
Since she already has memories of going to various police stations with a variety of verbal abuse and violence toward her ex-boyfriends’ new girlfriends, she knew that even such threats could be considered violence.
But most international students or women were either scared by Somin’s actions or felt embarrassed to engage in a struggle face-to-face. Many tried not to provoke her temperament, or quietly moved away.
‘But why, Choi Mi-joo, isn’t this woman backing down at all!’
It was annoying that the skills Somin had accumulated over time were not working. There was no way to handle it. She had to postpone entering the main subject, confirm the facts first, and then catch her by the hair and run away, or wield her handbag.
Somin raised the cup she had grabbed, took a sip, and fanned herself. As if she had taken the glass because it was hot.
“Choi Mi-joo, let’s hear about marriage directly from your mouth.”
“Why should I tell you my story? And I don’t even know the relationship between Kim Si-yoon and Ho So-min. Why should I talk about it?”
“If it’s real, just say it’s real. Why are you dragging on like this?”
Mi-joo, too, felt uneasy in her heart. If Si-yoon and she were really married, could she act calmly like this in front of a woman who called him “oppa” for the first time and appeared in front of her?
If it turned out that they weren’t really married, and their relationship was still contractual, Mi-joo was afraid it might be revealed.
Above all, numerous confusing thoughts about the woman who didn’t seem to match Si-yoon at all and what kind of relationship he had with her swirled in Mi-joo’s mind.
“Oh, looking at your expression, you must be… Miss… Choi Mi-ja.”
“Choi Mi-joo. Would you feel good if I called you ‘Ho So-moon’?”
Somin, attacking with childish name-calling, was both pathetic and arrogant.
“What are you talking about! Anyway, are you curious about the relationship between us two?”
Somin, with two fingers adorned with fancy nails, provocatively clashed with Mi-joo, deliberately irritating her.
“Oppa and I have been distant relatives since a long time ago. Also, oppa and I are from the same school.”
“Si-yoon entered Taehan University and came to study abroad here. It’s a difficult place to get into with just ordinary skills, so she probably doesn’t have the same alumni.”
“What are you saying!”
Although Somin got upset, Mi-joo had no intention of responding to Somin’s anger. She continued without giving any breaks.
“It’s not like we went to the same middle school or high school. Do you think our school is open to anyone?”
“Only elementary school alumni come to ask about Si-yoon’s personal life?”
“Not just elementary school alumni. We’ve been connected since we were young because our grandfathers were in-laws. It’s an engagement.”
Although Somin’s words were about the past and an already broken story, she tried to press Mi-joo’s pride with the mention of a marriage between their families.
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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