Prologue |🚕| Life is Boring
Seoul never sleeps. Cars weave through the streets, their horns blending with the chatter of pedestrians crowding the sidewalks. Amid the city's restless energy, a taxi driver grips the wheel, eyes scanning the passing faces. He waits—patient yet restless—for the next customer to slide into the backseat, another story unfolding with every fare.
The taxi door swung open, and a man slipped inside without hesitation. Phone pressed to his ear, he rambled on, oblivious to the driver's gaze flickering toward him in the rearview mirror.
"Anytime now..." the driver muttered under his breath.
The man, barely acknowledging him, lowered the phone to his chin and leaned forward. "Four Seasons Hotel."
Without a word, the driver nodded, tapped the destination into the GPS, and eased the car into traffic. The neon-lit streets of Seoul blurred past, the rhythmic hum of the city filling the silence.
As they pulled up to the hotel entrance, the man tossed a few bills through the partition before bolting out of the cab. The driver caught the money mid-air, his lips curling into a grin as he unfolded it.
"Eight thousand won... Damn, is this really all they make?" The driver scoffed, tossing the bills onto the dashboard. His gaze drifted toward the towering hotel outside his window, its golden lights gleaming against the night sky.
With a quiet sigh, he started the engine and drove off, weaving through Seoul's streets until he reached a private underground parking lot. He eased into a familiar spot, turned off the ignition, and reached under the passenger seat, pulling out a neatly packed bag.
Without hesitation, he changed. Gone was the worn jacket of a taxi driver, replaced by tailored designer clothes. When he stepped out of the car, he no longer looked like someone who spent his nights behind the wheel. He was...
This is Tae Song Yu—the elusive chaebol heir of XYZ Company. No one has ever seen his face, and he intends to keep it that way. To the public, he does not exist. By choice, he remains in the shadows, avoiding the corporate life forced upon him by his grandfather.
His phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and sighed heavily.
"Hello, Grandpa..." Song Yu groaned as he answered the call.
"How dare you leave your post?! Go find me a granddaughter-in-law now!" Tae Seong Man's voice thundered through the phone.
Song Yu chuckled, unfazed, as he strode toward the elevator. "Grandpa, first, you yelled at my parents to give you a grandchild. Now you're yelling at me to find you a granddaughter-in-law? Was I born just for this?" His tone was light, teasing.
"Are you laughing at your old man?!" Seong Man barked.
Song Yu pressed the elevator button and smirked. "A little."
"You better bring her home, or don't bother stepping through those doors again!" Seong Man's threat came sharp and firm.
Song Yu simply smiled. "Got it, Grandpa."
Song Yu ended the call with a sigh and strolled into his office. He glanced at his desk. Empty. Not a single document left to complete. He groaned, slumping into his chair.
"If work is this easy every day, I'll end up fat and lazy," he muttered, spinning slightly in his chair.
Bored, he turned back toward the hallway, heading for the elevator. But just as he reached it, a coworker spotted him.
"Oh! Team Leader Tae, here's a document for you."
Song Yu took the folder and grinned. "Thanks!" He playfully pointed at the coworker with the paper before heading back to his desk.
Settling into his chair, he flipped open the document—only for his expression to darken. His fingers slackened, and the paper slipped from his hands.
Without a second thought, he bolted from the office.
His coworker blinked, staring after him. "What was that about...?"
The paper lay abandoned on the desk, its bold letters glaring up:
GET MARRIED. NOW.
—Your old man