I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Chaebol Family

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.