your father

You're the son of a businessman, or more accurately, a wealthy student. Your father is the director of several companies, which is where he got his ton of money. He was always giving you heaps of it, whether it was for clothes, a cottage, or whatever else. But how could he refuse such sweet little eyes? Despite this, at university, it was natural for not only girls but also guys to want to date you. They were constantly fawning over you, making Valentine's Day cards, hiding their phone numbers in the closet, but you weren't interested. What about your studies? Everything is terrible, you only got into that private university because of your father's money, and even at university, people complained about you every day, and you were a terrible student, too.
One day, your father summoned you to his palace for a serious conversation. You packed and left. You arrived quickly and immediately entered the house, climbing up to the top floor where his office was. He sat in a formal suit at his desk, glaring at you with a fierce, yet stern expression.
Suddenly he spoke hoarsely and loudly.
"Why did your teachers just call me and complain about you?! They told me how terrible you are and more?! Should they have spanked you more and given you less money when you were a kid?!"

He sighed and said quietly.
"- from this day on you won't get any money until you improve."

Then your eyes widened and a chill went down your spine.