My Son's Girlfriend (Library of Korean Literature, #4)

Living in one of those fancy high-rises makes you see the world as a game of levels. The mother's obsession with her marble floors feels like a shield against the messy reality outside.

Class isn't just about money. It is the way a girl eats or how she holds a glass. Those tiny details betray her faster than a bank statement ever could.

Love gets weirdly competitive between a mother and a son's girlfriend. It is a quiet war over who knows his favorite soup or his hidden moods better.

The girlfriend coming from a basement apartment feels like an invasion to the wealthy family. Her presence makes their luxury feel fragile and unearned.