"The name is Im Siwan rich heir of SKIm Group the company set by his great grandfather and a friend of his and over the years have grown to become South Korea's largest conglomerate with the wealth that sums up to more than half of South Korea's total wealth and the real force behind many large corporations ever since Siwan's father died three years ago his mother had been temporarily managing the company while grooming him to take over the legacy yet at the age 25 he's still struggling to finish his studies in university not just because he's a little dumb just a little but also because for the past two years his mom kept trying to matchmake him with one after another rich girls he doesn't like and actually he needed to get married this year because I heard Siwan's grandfather's partner's grandson is going to come back from overseas and probably take over the company if Siwan isn't fit to hold the power"   The woman took off her reading glasses, revealing a frown she didn't even intend to hide from the student stood before her, who was grinning proudly at her without saying anything in response.   "Kim Taehun, I thought I asked you to write an essay about historical business figures." She tried to keep calm while fishing out for the answer from her student who hardly ever talk in class or even show interest in the lectures.   "Yeah. The one you just read." He answered proudly with a goofy grin while pointing on the assignment he had written in a rush, about five minutes before she came into class to collect the assignments some days ago.   "I didn't know Im Siwan your classmate and presumably buddy, is a historical business figure."   "Well, not yet. But on the way to become one. That is...if you live long enough to see him making history in business world." He muttered the last sentence quietly to himself, but her sharp hearing caught the words, making her expression grew dark.   "You know, even if he is a historical figure, this last minute half-assed done essay wouldn't quite give any marks for your finals. There's not even a fullstop in your essay. So, I want you to go back do some research including on grammar and send me a real essay on historical figure, this Friday. Do I make myself clear?" She forced a victorious smile at him as he let out a silent defeated sigh and slowly nodded his head with a pout. He turned to leave the lecturer's room but was stopped in tracks.   "Taehun, don't forget to tell Siwan to send his essay this Friday as well."   Siwan in fact hadn't even handed his essay during the original due date. Yet he didn't get called to the lecturer's room to hear her tiring nagging, instead just get a non-threatening reminder from her, sent through another student. Nobody said life is fair, and this isn't something new for Taehun to be grudging over. In fact, over the years, he had learnt to be grateful that regardless of all the special treatments Siwan gets here and there, for being a heir whose family's money help to develop and build probably half of Korea, including this very university, in so many ways, he is luckier than Siwan.   For one, he doesn't have to keep