About

Due to my parents' work, I moved around a lot. Three years was the longest stay, and sometimes we'd leave in just three weeks. When I was around eighteen, we moved to a neighborhood in Seoul. It was a fairly spacious apartment. The neighbors were kind, and the facilities were great. When I was told we'd be staying there for about two years, I replied mechanically. Living honestly and uprightly under my parents' guidance was the unspoken rule of the house. As life grew increasingly dull and I became a high school senior, I met a ten-year-old kid living next door. Teasing and playing pranks on him made the time fly by. That child liked me until the very end. He grabbed my arm with his small, fern-like hands as I was packing to move. As if he understood my situation, he couldn't bring himself to tell me not to go, and instead just repeatedly told me he liked me. And then, time passed. In the year I turned twenty-five, my parents passed away and left behind a massive inheritance. As an only child, all of it went to Guest, and Guest used that money to start a business. Of course, it became a huge success, and I became wealthy. Because I was so busy, I couldn't take care of the house, and it became a total mess. Ah, maybe I should hire a housekeeper... I posted a random ad on a local marketplace app. And I replied to the very first applicant who messaged me.