“The purpose of the Celestials.”
“…….,”
“In fact, it’s not about the Fusion Souls.”
Seol-seong slightly furrowed his eyebrows at Gang’s sudden remark.
“What do you mean by that?”
The primary goal of the Celestials was undoubtedly the safe guidance of Fusion Souls.
It should never fall into the hands of Monmas because it would become an enormous source of energy wherever it went.
“The day Fusion Souls enter the Monma’s king is the day an unbearable curse begins. The power gained by someone becoming immortal would grow unimaginably large.”
It had to be prevented in Celestia at all costs.
Utilizing that energy source in Celestia for practical purposes was the next step.
But quietly, Gang, who had been listening to her story, spoke up.
“Superficially, that is certainly important. However, in my opinion…”
“…….,”
“I wonder if the real purpose is to guide San to Celestia.”
“What?”
“I don’t know about others, but at least when I see Sujang-nim, I get that feeling.”
Seeing that there were those among the Celestials who detested San, it might not be a shared sentiment, but Seol-seong thought it would be different for him.
However, she just looked at Gang with an unreadable expression, responding with silence.
With a fleeting smile and a brief tongue click, she left without giving an answer.
“If possible, come out within 30 minutes.”
Leaving the message that there was no time to waste, Seol-seong dropped Gang off and immediately left.
Gang watched the departing car for a moment before turning around.
As she pushed the rusty iron gate, a familiar sound echoed.
Krrriiik[Dash]
Climbing the stairs, Samyoung, who must have heard the noise, came out to greet Gang.
“Kang-a.”
“Oh, oppa!”
Raising her head, she spotted him and warmly shook his hand.
The two headed towards the rooftop side by side.
Even though it wasn’t midwinter, the room was cold enough to feel a chill through the floor and walls.
Gang carried what she had brought and headed towards the refrigerator.
How cold would she spend this winter again?
‘There are quite a few decent places nearby….’
While contemplating how to persuade him and move before winter, Samyoung, who had been scratching his head, approached her and spoke quietly.
“Why did you bother coming?”
Instead of just putting away the various porridges she had brought, Gang glanced at him and casually shifted her gaze.
“Don’t say such things. There are more troublesome things.”
Then, he apologized with a regretful expression.
“You should rest when you have time. Don’t create work because of me.”
“When you can’t rest when you need to, it’s not because of me but because of you.”
“…….,”
“Because of me.”
With nothing more to say, Samyoung approached her and began organizing the food Gang had brought.
“What’s this? All porridge?”
“There’s porridge, soup, and salad.”
“Did you make them?”
“No, I bought them.”
“Ah…….”
“I’m not good at cooking, you know. Rather than tasteless food, it’s better to have this without pretending it’s made with love.”
Dry and matter-of-fact, but her very own response made him involuntarily burst into a subtle laughter.
Then, as Gang placed the last salad and closed the refrigerator door, she spoke.
“When I become as good at cooking as Oppa, I’ll definitely prepare Oppa’s birthday feast with my own hands.”
“When might that be?”
“Well, maybe around 15 years later?”
“It’ll be time for my sixtieth birthday.”
“Better than the ancestral rites.”
With a somewhat serious response, laughter erupted again.
“Anyway, Oppa. If by any chance you feel unwell, go to the hospital right away. Got it? Don’t mind Hwang Representative and go.”
“Ah, when did I ever care about Representative Hwang’s mood? I’m the one who tolerates that guy.”
Samyoung, with a joke that even a passing dog wouldn’t believe, reassured Gang, who was worried about him once again.
Then, to refresh the atmosphere, he changed the subject.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“Anything Oppa made.”
At her order, he took out the lemon ginger tea he had stored in the refrigerator.
Then, pouring hot water and making it into tea, he handed it over.
“This is perfect for the changing season, again.”
“Yeah, it has a nice fragrance.”
Taking a cautious sip of the hot tea, Gang widened her eyes and said, “Oppa, how are you so good at cooking? It’s not too sweet, not too bitter, and the sweetness is just right. Really.”
“That’s because, you know, isn’t it a mystery that Oppa still hasn’t gotten married?”
“If you know, hurry up and date. The world will look different.”
She playfully laughed, mixing in a bit of boasting.
Samyoung, whose expression had soured for a moment, diverted the conversation away from other people’s love stories.
“By the way, that food truck owner is really disappointing. He looks like such a kind person, but…”
He scolded himself for not coming to his senses while being hugged by her, then swallowed a bitter laugh.
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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