I don't know what to do about my wife.
She's a superstar singer, yet all she wants is to shop for groceries and cook for me.
She's the nation's goddess, yet all she wants is to be a devoted wife and loving mother.
Her fans send me razor blades every day, saying I'm holding her back, but it's not like I want this either!
Can having such a considerate wife really be a burden?
Come to think of it, all this blissful trouble began that night when I sat on the roof and sang "On the Roof"...
This is the story of a national goddess pursuing an utterly straight-laced man, overcoming every danger and obstacle, and finally managing to win him over.
(No angst, a few minor bumps early on, then nothing but sweet romance.)
