I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Chaebol Family
Chapter 103: Yoo Ha-yeon’s Daily Life (1)

My name is Seo Ji-yeon.

I'm currently a second-year middle school student.

Writing in the first person instead of third person is a bit difficult. They say this is for compiling a future autobiography... but I don’t really understand what that means yet.

Ah, and just to clarify for any future readers—this isn’t my autobiography. It’s Miss Ha-yeon’s.

Miss Yoo Ha-yeon.

Our proud and noble Miss seems to be preparing for her autobiography already. She told me that she’s an extraordinary person with perfect memory, but since she’s worried no one will believe her, she asked me to keep a written record as cross-validation.

Is this what they call puberty? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never gone through it.

Of course! I am unconditionally loyal to Ha-yeon. Actually, even calling her "Ha-yeon" so casually feels awkward. I’ve always called her "Miss."

I still vividly remember when I was just a little elementary school girl being bullied by mean kids—and she appeared like a prince and rescued me in style.

And on top of that, my father, who works at Daehwa Securities, repeatedly told me never to cross Miss’s temper. So how could I ever harbor ill feelings toward her? Any sharp words I say are purely the loyal criticisms of a devoted subject.

That aside... it’s still true that Miss has a very peculiar personality. To be honest, at first, I thought she was a pervert. It’s one thing to be naturally unladylike, but I really wish she’d fix how she dresses—it just never improves.

When we were in America, she wore an embarrassingly skimpy outfit, called it a “bunny suit,” and even suggested I try it on. Thankfully, she didn’t wear it in front of anyone else, but she did take a few pictures, so I don’t think it matters.

Knowing her, she’ll definitely share those with other people. She might even insert them into her autobiography.

Still, I’m one of the lucky ones. Thanks to Miss’s deep fondness for me, I now live with her.

That’s a huge deal. I get to observe her every move and personally learn from her incredible knowledge.

That’s also why I was chosen to record things instead of the former secretary general she adored so much. That terrifying unnie is now in Russia... sending the person she treasures most to the most dangerous place—how very like Miss Ha-yeon.

...This preface is getting long. Let’s get to the point.

This is the daily life of Yoo Ha-yeon, as recorded by me.

And as you may have gathered from earlier, I’m someone who documents my master’s flaws as faithfully as I do her accomplishments. Since I’m aware that my limited knowledge might lead to misinterpretations, I’ve done my best to record only the plain facts. Please keep that in mind.

I swear on my honor—and my father’s—that there is no lie or exaggeration in what follows.

***

A Day in October, 1993

Yaaaawn...

The morning of Yoo Ha-yeon, the genius of the Daehwa family, was quite different from that of any ordinary middle schooler.

Rustle.

For starters, she had a full-sized bed in her own room—and more notably, a classmate sleeping beside her.

“Ji-yeon, you up?”

The first thing I saw upon waking was Yoo Ha-yeon—completely naked—brushing her hair in front of the mirror. She seemed to have taken a quick shower already, as a light sheen of moisture clung to her skin.

Even as a fellow girl, all I could think was that her body was nothing short of perfect. My drowsiness quickly vanished.

“Ah, yes. I’m up.”

Though I’m her loyal subordinate, I’m still a growing adolescent and often wake up later than her.

But Yoo Ha-yeon, being relatively lenient with her subordinates, never scolded me—well, never scolded Seo Ji-yeon—for sleeping in.

Naturally, I can’t write down what happened before I woke up, so I don’t know exactly what she was doing earlier.

But I can confidently say that she didn’t do anything like assaulting my defenseless, sleeping body. Not because of any sense of morality—but because that would be too boring for her.

She liked teasing people regardless of gender, enjoying the reactions. And you can’t get a reaction from someone who’s asleep.

“Ugh... Miss, you’re so diligent even on weekends. It’s six in the morning...”

Ha-yeon smiled softly at me and spoke as though offering a great favor.

“I don’t need much sleep. I don’t have anything for you to do today, so you can go back to sleep, Ji-yeon.”

That was half a lie. Ha-yeon could sleep away half the day if she wanted to—she loved resting.

There was simply something she loved more.

“What are you planning to do today?”

“Hmm. First, I’ll go through the paperwork that piled up while I was sleeping.”

She finished combing her hair and slipped on the underwear set lying at the foot of the bed. For the record, getting her to wear even underwear was one of my rare accomplishments in this household.

‘She’s not just a money-making beast, you know...’

While I was lost in that disrespectful thought, Ha-yeon picked up the papers and pen on her desk. For someone who stirred up trouble all around the globe, day and night were nothing more than indicators of the sun’s current position.

Click.

“Hmm... This one I can skip... I’ll need to visit that place later... Ah, Ji-yeon, come take a look at this. It’ll be helpful for you.”

Slightly mesmerized again by her beauty and brilliance, I nodded.

“Ah, yes!”

Normally, this would’ve been something for Chief Secretary Lee Si-hyun to handle, but no one—not even me—could completely fill her shoes, so Miss Ha-yeon had been a bit busier lately.

‘Was I slacking off too much...? No, it’s not too late to learn now.’

Ashamed that I couldn’t support my master at all, I worked hard to fulfill my duties as secretary.

“You’re already helping plenty.”

Rustle.

Still in her thin nightgown, Ha-yeon lightly embraced me. Her soft, squishy chest pressed against my cheek—but I felt no arousal.

“...Yes, I know.”

Because I truly believed it.

Miss Ha-yeon meant it when she said I was helping her, and so I could keep my pride, even if I was still a useless trainee secretary. But if I had to choose between that pride and not being needed—I’d rather lose the pride.

Because a person who couldn’t sleep unless she had someone by her side to share body heat... was just sad.

The truth is, my master was a very lonely person. She’d never admit it, even under torture. But if you’ve ever heard her quietly sobbing at night, calling for her father, you’d understand whether you wanted to or not.

“Hah, I can tell you’re thinking weird thoughts. Ji-yeon, I’m not some weak little girl.”

“N-no, I wasn’t!”

“Oh? Then what do you mean?”

“I-I meant I wasn’t thinking anything weird!”

‘You’re not my unnie... we’re classmates...’

Just as I silently swallowed that thought—

“Ah!”

Bolt upright.

Miss Ha-yeon’s eyes lit up.

“Ji-yeon, pack your things.”

“Wha? Me? Why... me...?”

“There’s no time to call anyone else. Just carry the bags and think of it as experience. You’ve got clothes, right? If not, grab something of mine. I have a suit from elementary school—should fit you well enough.”

She had already begun shoving things into a bag like a madwoman. Still rubbing my sleepy eyes, I asked,

“Wh-what’s going on, Miss? Why the sudden rush?”

“We’re going to New York. And we’ll stop by Russia briefly, too.”

“Huh...? Why New York? You said there was nothing on the schedule today...”

I looked like I was about to cry as my entire day’s plan fell apart. But Miss replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Something came up. It’s complicated, but think of it as a multi-million dollar deal. I thought I had more time, but nope. Clear your day—nothing important planned, right? If not, get ready quickly and grab anything from the fridge. Oh, and the driver mentioned something about golfing at 7:30, so he should be awake now. Contact him—oh never mind, I just pinged him on Vello. Ji-yeon, contact the secretary office first and get my passport ready. We’re flying.”

“W-wait, can you slow down a bit—”

“Tsk. Incompetent girl.”

“Gah!”

Ha-yeon clicked her tongue and furrowed her brows. Still, the way she repeated instructions clearly was... very Ha-yeon-like.

Trembling as I quickly jotted notes onto a memo, I asked,

“But... isn’t there a time difference with New York...?”

As if that question didn’t make any sense, Ha-yeon tilted her head.

“Huh? That’s even better. Work for 36 hours straight and then sleep!”

“...Isn’t it 24 hours? I thought you’d say you’d work 24 hours here, then sleep once you arrive in New York since it’d be night again...”

But Yoo Ha-yeon was always beyond expectation.

“Pssh, are you planning to sleep in New York? We’re flying back to Korea right after. Even if it’s night in Korea, it’s day in New York, so even past 24 hours, we can keep going! If you keep chasing the sun, it’s always daytime. Didn’t you read The Little Prince?”

“....”

Seo Ji-yeon made a minor revision to her thoughts.

If that inhuman monster hadn’t craved human warmth, she might have become a global disaster.

It was 6:30 in the morning.

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