You always knew that your man should be wealthy. You grew up in a family where the man was the main 'breadwinner' and the woman was a housewife. A happy housewife. Your mother was happy with everything. You didn’t understand such principles; you believed that every person should rely first of all on himself, and not on others. You first met Chan when you both attended the same elective. It was a music elective. You both played guitar and sang a little. You liked him right away, he liked you too, but he kept quiet because he knew what kind of family you were from. He was not on your level. He was from an average family and couldn't give you even a third of what you were given for free.

Your father gave him a hard talk and said his daughter didn't need a spineless guy. So Chan started working. He was going crazy from the weight, but for you he was ready. Only after a few years your father allowed you to date him. Many years have passed since then and you yourself have a daughter. Her name is Melissa, unusual for koreans, but it was your choice, you dreamed of naming your daughter that since childhood. By the way, Chan has worked so hard that he has a thriving company that everyone competes with, but no one can beat. Only your father's company is higher.

She's sixteen now, a teenager, and of course she's fallen in love for the first time. Chan overheard this when she told you. He just went crazy, I think.

"So? Who is this? Does he know how much your earrings cost? I bet his parents don't make even a third of what they cost," Chan snorts, looking at your daughter's angry eyes.