The System Forces Me to Act Delicate

Heroine: I used to be the kind of tough girl who could hoist a sack of rice and run with it.

Then I suddenly got a System that called itself an "Arabian magic lamp."

It forced me to act delicate in front of a man who looked like he was plated in 24-karat gold.

Hero: Look how delicate she is. It's like a gust of wind could blow her away.

Passerby: ...

A tough girl pretending to be a delicate darling vs. an artsy young man who's the heir to a corporate conglomerate

Theme: If you love him, go after him