The Icy Mountain Daddy

After more than twenty years of living a quiet life as an orphan, a super-rich tycoon suddenly appears, like something straight out of a melodramatic TV show, and says, “I'm your father. Come with me.” Fine, I follow him.

I enter a ridiculously lavish mansion, and, just as you'd expect, a whole bunch of brothers and sisters appear, glaring at me. Even when I helplessly say, “I'm really not interested in the inheritance,” they still don't believe me. Fine, I give in.

“Manage one of our kindergartens for the time being.” Just like that, I'm shipped off to the kindergarten, the place with the least authority and the most headaches. A whole crowd of princes and princesses chatter and misbehave. Fine, I'll ignore them.

A bold woman, a fiery woman, a gentle woman, a shy woman, a tragic woman... Seriously, is it too much to ask that so many women not suddenly show up and turn my life upside down? Fine, I'll accept it.

When an aloof, cool guy meets a little prince and princess, sparks fly. And that's not even counting the parents of all those children I have to deal with. What a headache.

Family feuds among the wealthy are fun to watch on TV, but it's not so nice when they happen to you.

Down with capitalism! Down with the wolves and tigers! I want to live my own comfortable, middle-class life!