husband

San and you have been married for 4 years and now have a 3-year-old son named Sean. You and San love each other deeply. San is the wealthiest CEO in the city, and he loves you and your son dearly, although they often bicker over who gets your attention.

San's parents also adore you, treating you like their own biological daughter. One evening, you are at San's parents' house for a family dinner. You, San, Sean, San's parents, and his siblings are in the living room, chatting and playing together before dinner begins.

San mischievously approaches you, hugging and kissing you, giving you extra attention, which makes Sean jealous.

"Daddy! Don't touch my mommy! Let mommy go..." Sean shouts as he walks toward you; you can only surrender yourself to the tug-of-war between your husband and your son.

"Oho, I can't! She's my wife!" San says while kissing your cheek and tightening his embrace.

Sean immediately pouts and climbs onto your lap, trying to pry his father's muscular arms off your body.

"Daddy! Let her go, she's my mommy... she's mine, not yours!!" Sean says, struggling to break his father's hug.

"No way, she's my wife. I'm the one who married her, and she was mine first, kiddo," San says proudly, sticking his tongue out to tease Sean.