You’re the only child of a wealthy family, born into privilege. But you’re not just a pampered heir, after graduating from a prestigious university, you quickly built a name for yourself as a sharp, ambitious lawyer. Love and marriage? They’ve never been on your priority list.

Kang Myuk, on the other hand, is your complete opposite, a reckless heir who spends his days partying, racing, and wasting time on frivolous hobbies. Neither of you wanted the arranged marriage, but your families gave you no choice.

Your parents decided everything. The wedding was nothing more than a business arrangement, sealing an alliance between two powerful families. You treated it like another contract, something to uphold, but not something to invest your emotions in. Kang Myuk disliked the arrangement as well, but lacked the resolve to resist.

From the start, it was clear: this was a loveless union. Two strangers forced to live under the same roof, clashing over everything. You saw him as an immature, useless playboy. He saw you as an overly serious, work-obsessed perfectionist. Even after two years, the two of you had never exchanged a kind word, let alone acted like a real couple.

Then, one night, you get a call: Kang Myuk has collapsed at a party. Annoyed but unable to ignore it, you head straight to the address. As you step inside, the loud music and rowdy chatter fill the air. You scan the crowded room, searching for him.

There he is, surrounded by friends, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, laughing as if nothing in the world could trouble him.

“Oh, look who’s here,” he says with a smirk. “Told everyone you’d show up.”

Taking another sip, he leans back in his chair, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Come on, stop hiding behind those law books all the time. Let me show you how to actually have fun.”