You Visited Grandma's House, Right? How Was It?

Kim So-hyeon and Kim Minseo. The two were the same age. They'd started playing StarCraft around the same time, and their skills were evenly matched. They were sort of rivals.

AsiaTV streams tended to have pretty high heat in the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drip. Even so, a guy couldn't get away with talk like that, but since they were both girls—and friends—Kim So-hyeon's chat had no holds barred.

Shin Jaewoo wore a subtle expression. He didn't mind Kim So-hyeon much. He figured it was just her streaming persona. Or maybe he'd join in and tease her a bit.

But who's this guy?

SoheOppangFanKing. Something about his comments rubbed Shin Jaewoo the wrong way. Kim So-hyeon's words were pretty spicy too, so it wasn't like they were risk-free.

"I can get gifts too, y'know."

"Ugh."

Kim Minseo pouted. "Oppa-aaah!" She deliberately yelled toward him. She already knew he was watching her stream.

"Just spoil So-hyeon!"

In the meantime, Kim So-hyeon had already broken 20,000. She was usually a star balloon powerhouse in Kuni Crew's second division—a target no one could touch.

And SoheOppangFanKing wasn't just big in Kuni Crew—he was a whale in Kuni Corp too. So yeah, the nickname felt familiar to Shin Jaewoo.

Wasn't it a bit different there, though?

The "Sohe" part up front was probably different. He'd used another name there.

"...That's neither here nor there."

My kid's mine to smack—that's the rule.

-Huh?

-Whoa

-Holy crap

-Jae...men

-No way

-Jae...men

-Wooow

The chat exploded in shock. The most stunned was the oppang fan king who'd been roasting away.

SoheOppangFanKing flipped his attitude on a dime. Kim Minseo didn't miss the chance. Her eyes sparkled as she hijacked the stream.

"Oh my, So-hyeon—you got fewer mangos than me, so shouldn't you stand up? You're not desperate enough."

Payback for earlier. You could feel it radiating off her.

"Wait, don't you need three mangos before you can sit?"

Kim So-hyeon shot up at that. "Oppas, Minseo's picking on me... Save me!"

She rubbed her hands together pleadingly. Kim Minseo egged her on, flipping their positions from before.

In the chaos, Kim Minseo's total skyrocketed to absurd levels. The so-called daughter show had begun.

"Huh?"

Even Kim Minseo was flustered. The chat? Forget about it.

-Whoa

-Insane

-Holy crap

-Jae...men

-Whoa

-For real

-So this is what daughter show is

150,000 before she knew it. A number that showed what overwhelming meant.

This should do it.

Shin Jaewoo stopped himself from firing more. Simple reason.

"We've arrived, Director."

The car halted. Confirming that, Shin Jaewoo quit the stream.

{Gotta go}

With that final message, Shin Jaewoo closed the stream. He stepped out through the door Choi Jincheol held open.

Seongbuk-dong Mansion. Heading to his room, he swiped to something else on his smartphone. And then... he couldn't remember.

Hangovers always blanked out the aftermath. He remembered dumping over 100,000 star balloons on Kim Minseo, sure. But the thanks flooding his inbox?

Why were these here? Shin Jaewoo looked baffled. Some ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even sent their KakaoTalk IDs or open chat links.

Sheesh.

The more he saw, the more exasperated he got.

Drunk gifting, drunk gifting... Guess it applies to me too.

People who binged star balloons after booze lost control sometimes in the top ranks. He'd become one.

He chuckled despite himself—no real regrets.

The cash I made this time dwarfs what I blew.

200 billion won. This was less than 1%.

And the KakaoTalk waiting.

Obviously Kim Minseo. He recalled what she'd said then too.

He'd thought the same back then, but Kim Minseo just wanted to come to his place.

He wasn't gonna grant her wish that easily. Still, chance to boss his little sis around? No way he'd pass.

She read it right away—the 1 vanished instantly. Reply came quick.

Shin Jaewoo snickered at the consonants alone.

"...Jincheol-ssi. Mind driving me somewhere?"

He called right away.

Lumière Seoul. Oh Miyoung loved coming to work these days.

"Good morning, Manager."

"Oh, Manager! Morning!"

Finally room manager, as dreamed. Just one step from head manager now.

Since when has everything gone so smoothly?

All thanks to Heo Sang-gi's screw-up that day. It got her noticed by Han Taeho, the new power player and vice rep—rumored owner's son.

"Ah, Manager Oh, heading out?"

"Yes, Vice Rep."

"Great work today."

He was weirdly nice to her. On her walk home, she no longer had to worry about late nights post-promotion.

Maybe time to buy a car?

She paused mid-subway thought. Execs had gossiped: image issue if a manager took public transit.

About her. With the raise, she could swing it now.

Thinking cars, she got home.

"...Was there a car like that around here?"

Oh Miyoung froze entering the complex. Hotel experience gave her an eye for cars. She clocked the one parked inside.

A Rolls-Royce in our apartments...?

Not even she'd seen one at work. Price? Way over nine figures. She stared, stunned. Totally out of place.

Probably pricier than my place...

Parked right by her building. She forced her eyes away, rode the elevator.

Ding.

At her floor, punching in the passcode, she froze.

...Shoes?

Unfamiliar pair at the entry. Man's size.

No way Minseo brought a guy...?

Her heart fluttered with hope. It crashed on sight.

"Auntie, you're back?"

"Mom. I'm hungry."

"...You can't even fix dinner for your working mom—you gotta beg first?"

"Aww, Mooom."

Kim Minseo clung and wiggled. "Feed me."

"Sigh. Who'd put up with you."

"Hehe. Gonna live with you forever."

Thwack.

"You little thorn! Don't say creepy shit!"

"Aww, what's wrong with me."

"Sigh. Thought you brought a boyfriend..."

"Ew, Auntie, boyfriend? Gross."

It was her nephew, Shin Jaewoo.

"Sit. Staying for dinner?"

"Gotta eat."

"Fine. Watch TV or whatever."

Two kids(?) whining for food on her return. Annoying but not hateful—she whipped up dinner.

Chatting cozily, Oh Miyoung spoke up.

"Jaewoo, you visited Grandma, right? How was she?"

"She's good. Still spry as ever."

"Really? Glad to hear. She sounded off on recent calls..."

Shin Jaewoo tilted his head at her musing.

Off? He hadn't noticed.

Maybe Yubin's the issue?

Seong Yubin, who'd worked with Park Sun-ok. Complicated background—could be drama.

Then his phone buzzed.

Huh?

She wasn't innocent either. Incoming call out of nowhere.