Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 177

Japan – Career Bank

"You’re so immature. Completely clueless."

Group headquarters.

"A high schooler at his age, still obsessed with kids' shows?"

Vice President Kiyao Masachi.

He had a problem.

"The real issue is having a father who makes too much money."

And that issue was his son, Kiyao Kaito.

Was wealth the problem?

Had growing up with everything he wanted spoiled him?

He lacked a sense of maturity.

No—he lacked it entirely.

"Kamen Rider..."

Well, at least it wasn’t Super Sentai.

At least Kamen Rider had a slightly older demographic.

But honestly, what was the difference?

To outsiders, it all looked childish.

"Can’t even brag about my kid if this is what he’s into."

That was the core of his dilemma.

He wanted to brag about his son, but there was nothing to boast about.

Other fathers talked about their kids excelling in school, getting into top universities—

Meanwhile, his son only cared about luxury brands and Kamen Rider.

How was he supposed to educate him properly?

"Today, he’s off looking at that Louis Vuitton x Supreme collab..."

The more he thought about it, the heavier his sighs became.

***

May 3rd – Filming Schedule Confirmed

"Shooting is set for May 3rd."

"Because of conditioning?"

"Yeah, most likely. Shall We Get Married? will probably be filmed around the third week of the month."

Busy.

"That works. Then we can go straight back to Korea to finish filming."

As if making up for lost time,

2017 had been nothing but back-to-back schedules.

But the reason he could handle it—

『For the first time in history! Shall We Get Married? maintains a 15% viewership rating!』

『Our Fake Wedding preview: A heartwarming art class date!』

『University gym memberships on the rise! The ideal college physique is now a must!』

『Kim Donghu is pure poison! Art students’ unrealistic expectations skyrocketing! "Wait, where’s the perfect senior I was looking for?"』

Titles like these popping up online made it all worth it.

Seeing how well the projects in Korea were doing—

that enthusiasm became the driving force behind his work.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I can see exactly what you’re thinking on your face. But you’re wrong."

"...What the hell am I wrong about now?"

"The reason you’re keeping up isn’t some deep love for your fans—it’s your consistent supplement intake, your balanced diet, and your two-hour workouts every day."

"...."

What the hell? Could Seokho hyung read minds?

No way.

But sometimes, he could read him so well it was unsettling.

"No smoking, no drinking, early to bed, early to rise, even taking naps. Your condition management is almost too perfect."

Not to mention the regular massages to keep his muscles loose.

Seokho hyung firmly dismissed the idea that fan support had any effect on physical endurance.

"I’ve seen plenty of actors push themselves too hard. They pour their bodies into their work, desperate to meet expectations—but it never works."

For people whose bodies were their assets,

health management always came first.

And health management was all about conditioning.

But why was he suddenly launching into this long-winded explanation?

Ah.

"You just want to justify why we’re staying in a five-star luxury hotel, don’t you?"

Because their accommodations were ridiculously expensive.

"Yeah... yeah. Look, Mijoo kept saying the rooms were way too pricey."

"Well, if it’s over a hundred a night, it is expensive."

"But still! Staying somewhere like this keeps you in top condition! Our star needs the best!"

As he desperately tried to justify the cost—

"Wait, what does our comfort have to do with the star staying here?"

Mijoo noona chimed in, clearly unimpressed.

"It does matter. If the staff is in good condition, they can take better care of the actor."

"Okay, maybe for a stylist. But why you?"

"I’m Donghu’s manager."

"You’re still sticking to that act?"

"Ahem. It’s not an act. I am his manager."

"...Sure you are."

Mijoo noona shot him a deadpan look but shrugged it off.

She seemed to have accepted that this kind of luxury was just part of the job now.

"By the way, is it true that Kim Jones is coming?"

Mijoo noona’s eyes sparkled at the mention.

Given her passion for fashion,

the idea of Louis Vuitton’s artistic director for menswear being present was huge.

"Yeah, he’s coming. Apparently, a few other designers will be there too."

"What? That many for a lookbook shoot?"

"They probably just want to see Donghu. Honestly, if it weren’t for the military service issue, he’d already be in Paris."

France. Paris.

There was only one person that made him think of that place.

I wonder how Yerim is doing.

Since that intense moment between them—

they hadn’t contacted each other.

Almost like an unspoken agreement.

They’d meet again, eventually.

They heard about each other through mutual acquaintances.

But neither had reached out.

How incredible will she be when we see each other again?

He was looking forward to it.

She said it would take about three years.

So, about two and a half left?

With those thoughts lingering—

"I’m gonna rest for a bit."

"Yeah, get some real sleep, Donghu!"

"Then I’ll go shopping."

"Okay! I’ll take care of work."

He headed straight to his room.

Now over twenty,

an adult,

and technically, as per Our Fake Wedding, he could legally register a marriage anytime.

And yet—

"I want it all."