“Goodbye.”
“…….”
“We’ll meet again soon.”
Through the closing doors, Shin-hwi’s smiling face was exactly the one Jane had seen on TV.
Due to the unexpected turn of events, Jane’s mouth hung open in shock.
“…It was Yang Shin-hwi?”
She was well aware of the fact that there were many mongmas in the entertainment industry, hidden behind the glamor, their true nature dark and decadent.
The world of entertainment was a place overflowing with things that mongmas loved but humans couldn’t bear.
Jane was surprised not only by Shin-hwi’s advanced abilities but also by the fact that there was a king behind him.
Moon Entertainment, one of the leading entertainment agencies in South Korea.
The leader of the agency, No Ji-tae, was Isao (245), the king of mongmas.
“…Ah, I’m doomed.”
Behind the surprise, a sense of helplessness overwhelmed Jane, and her vision turned white.
She realized that the time when she lived off of poppy leaves seemed like paradise, but now that her identity was revealed, there was no way to escape.
Part of her life would now be devoted to serving the king.
But to stay alive, she had to dedicate her labor to the best of her abilities.
She now had the obligation to carve the Dream Gate into Gang’s body by any means necessary.
Meanwhile,
Romie, who returned to the mountain, reported that, in addition to the place where she first discovered the mongma horde, there were one or more intermediate-level or higher mongmas nearby.
Fortunately, thanks to the well-timed appearance of Seolseong and other Celestials, they easily defeated the mongmas without any trouble.
“Another Celestial appeared besides Seolseong?”
“Yes, but I didn’t see their face. I was too preoccupied.”
It seemed to be a Celestial with abilities beyond the auxiliary position, but even that was merely speculation.
Because Seolseong, torn apart from him, quickly chased another horde, leaving no time to properly investigate.
Romie, with her ears drooping, spoke hesitantly.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t be of much help.”
“It’s okay. I know you did your best.”
As San gently stroked her fluffy hair, her pointed ears lay back.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“It was a bit tough, but I’m fine.”
As Romie swayed her tail and asked while looking at the sleeping Gang,
“Sister, are you okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“…….”
“For now.”
After saying that, he insisted that she should not leave Gang’s side for the time being, even if there was a chance for him to leave her alone.
“I’ll go to the White Old Man.”
“Oh. That grumpy old man?”
“The fastest way to restore this house to its original state is through the White Old Man.”
“That’s true, but…”
Romie, who was dissatisfied, reluctantly nodded her head.
“I’ll be here. Please go quickly.”
San headed towards the White Old Man, who had a connection with San’s birth mother, Moa.
Originally, Dogong used to make weapons for the leaders of the Five Nations in Heaven and handle various odd jobs. However, due to his bad habits, he ended up in the human world like a chased eccentric Celestial. Although San had known him since he lived in the human world with his parents, this was the first time she had asked him for help. San prepared a bottle of liquor that the White Old Man would like and went to visit him, hiding deep in Dal-dong.
“Are you there, sir?”
Before the greeting was finished, a crumpled sheep’s head flew at him. San lightly avoided it, and behind him, a noisy sound echoed.
Dang-geureong [dash] Dang [dash] Dang [dash]
A vulgar curse flew towards him.
“What kind of useless brat is visiting an old man’s house at this hour! Jiral! Jiral!”
A beggarly-looking old man, collapsing, revealed himself between the doors of the collapsing house.
“Let’s see how an insomniac bum rolls around at night! What kind of punk disturbs an old man who can’t sleep well…!”
He scolded and looked out into the yard, stretching his wrinkled eyes, which he had thinning with narrowed eyes.
“Uh? Isn’t there a scarecrow rolling around on the street? Let me see, my glasses…”
Feeling around, the old man, groping around, came out with a broken magnifying glass and put it on.
“Oh?”
Shaking his shoulders exaggeratedly, he made another strange sound.
“What’s this?”
“How have you been?”
“Aren’t you Il-ee?”
“It’s me, sir.”
“Oh my! Il-ee! Is it really you? You’ve grown up so much! Grown up! You look just like your dad! Like he was taken out and patched up!”
Barefoot, the White Old Man ran out and clung to San’s waist, showing a strong delight.
Even with bad habits, he didn’t give up on his habits and fumbled around San’s waist.
“Please return my wallet, sir.”
“What wallet? Are you treating me, whom you haven’t seen in ages, like a thief?”
“…….”
“You darned brat, you resemble your old man so much that you catch on quickly, really.”
The grumbling White Old Man, who had put his hand in his pants and stolen the wallet, took it out.
…Where did he take it out from?
Unable to argue with him, San squinted her eyes sneakily.
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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