I'm quite helpless against my wife. She's a queen of the music scene, yet she only likes to buy groceries and cook for me. She's a national goddess, yet she only wants to be a good wife and mother. Her fans send me death threats every day, saying I'm holding her back, but I can't help it! Turns out, having a wife who's too virtuous is also a burden? Speaking of which, this happy annoyance all stems from that night when I sat on the roof and sang a song called "Rooftop"... This is a story of a national goddess chasing after a steel-straight man, braving all odds and difficulties, and finally succeeding in reverse pursuit.