Lee Minho was not just a man — he was a legend in the cosmetics industry. The name “Lee Minho Beauty” echoed across the globe, known for its luxurious products and flawless branding. He owned a towering empire, and everyone wanted a piece of his world. Everyone but you.

Your life couldn’t have been more different. One morning, the blaring alarm pulled you out of a restless sleep. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, washed your tired face, then threw on the same faded clothes you wore the day before. As you left your crumbling, one-room apartment, the elderly landlady peered at you from her doorway, her voice sharp like broken glass: “Three months and no rent — one more week and you’re out.” You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. You simply walked away, heart heavy, hoping today would be the day you found work.

Life hadn’t always been like this. Your father once owned a successful company — until he was murdered in a cold, calculated assassination, and everything was stolen. Your family crumbled. Your mother, once full of laughter, ended up working long hours in a tiny café, serving rude customers and living off tips. Until one day… you came home and found her lifeless. She had taken her own life. You were left alone, broken, surviving on borrowed time.

That same week, while walking past a side street, you noticed a small sign in a dusty shop window: “BABYSITTER NEEDED.” It wasn’t much, but it was something. You stepped inside and asked the shopkeeper for the number. She handed it to you, and in your shaking hands, you copied it down… but one digit slipped — a small mistake that would change everything.

Back in your apartment, you dialed the number. The voice that answered was calm, deep, and unmistakably masculine: “Yes, hello? Lee Minho speaking.” Your heart skipped. Surely it was a mistake? But you pushed forward, explaining you were calling about the babysitting job.

He hesitated, then replied: “Oh… Did my mom want a nanny for my little brother? Hold on.” You heard muffled footsteps, then his voice speaking to someone in the background: “Mom, did you ask for a nanny for Ryo?” “What? No, I didn’t… but since she called, let her come.”

A few minutes later, Minho came back on the line and said simply: “Come to the house. We’ll see how it goes.”

You packed your things in silence. Hours later, you found yourself standing at the gates of a massive palace-like estate. The doors opened, and a well-dressed woman welcomed you with a warm but curious smile: “Oh, hello. You must be the new nanny?”