My Girlfriend Is Very Good to Me-236 - After: Han Sarang vs. Lee Heena (and Han Somang) (2)

TL/Editor: looloo

Status: ongoing

Illustrations: posted in discord

Join the discord! Here

Before I knew it, I had turned thirty-eight.

Whenever I found myself wondering, "How old am I this year?" and answering with, "Ah, thirty-eight," I could hardly believe it.

Sure, these days there are more single people, and it's become normal for men to remain unmarried well into their early thirties. But thirty-eight is still an age where anyone would consider you a full-fledged adult.

Yet I'm not so sure. Am I really an adult? I feel like nothing has changed in the past twenty years.

My heart still races when I occasionally find an interesting game or manga, even if it's not as often as before. I still burst into laughter over silly conversations with friends.

That's the kind of thirty-eight-year-old I am.

Lost in these sentimental thoughts, I'd catch myself thinking, "Sarang would like that outfit," or "Somang's been playing that game lately," or "A massage chair... I should get one for Heena to use before bed since she's been working late."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Honestly, I'm not sure if I can confidently call myself an 'adult.' But I can certainly call myself a 'dad' with confidence.

[Heena♡: Thanks for coming all the way to my office for lunch~ Love you♡]

I checked the message my wife had sent earlier. I'm sure a gentle smile was playing on my lips. My relationship with Heena hadn't changed a bit.

We still love and cherish each other, completely devoted.

I continue to work from home, but occasionally I need to go into the office. On those days, I make time to have lunch with Heena before heading back to work.

It looks like I'll finish earlier than expected today. I think I'll take the kids out for dinner too. They always eat the meals I prepare with gusto, and my eldest daughter even cooks for us now.

But if I only went out with their mom, they'd probably get upset.

---

After enjoying a date with my daughter and picking up Somang, who had been 'kidnapped' by Heeseong hyung, we returned home. And all day long, Sarang still refused to leave my side.

Until Sarang had just entered middle school, I harbored a kind of fear in a corner of my heart. I worried that around puberty, she might stop liking me and start seeing me as an annoying, irritating dad.

But even now, our daughter remains unchanged. She likes me more than anyone else and always tries to be by my side. As if it's the most natural thing in the world.

It was heartwarming up until she was 16, slightly concerning at 17, and now that she's 18 this year, I feel the need to seriously consider it. Of course, there's nothing wrong with family members loving each other, but I wonder if she's too attached to her dad.

Good grief, worrying because my daughter likes me too much!

I bet other dads would be green with envy if they heard this. Just look at Yoonsung – he's all gloomy because his 5-year-old daughter doesn't want to play with him.

Well, it's not like worrying about it will solve anything. I can't exactly tell my daughter to stop liking me so much. Besides, even though I say I'm worried, deep down I'm overjoyed that Sarang continues to adore me.

Anyway, we returned home late in the evening, and a little while later, Heena finished work. As always, our family gathered in the living room to chat.

"Mom, want to see the pictures I took on my date with Dad earlier?"

"Did you take a lot?"

"Yeah, look!"

"Aww~ Dad even gave you a kiss on the cheek. Our daughter must have been so happy!"

"Hehehe, he didn't give you one, did he?"

"That's right. Only giving kisses to his daughter... I think Dad needs to be punished, don't you?"

"Don't do that to Dad~ It couldn't be helped! I'm me, after all!"

Heena and Sarang were eating the apples I'd sliced while recounting the events of lunch and dinner. Their bickering used to feel a bit like real arguments, but now it was just a competition. A contest to see who received more of my affection.

This was almost a daily occurrence, so there was no need to worry about it. It was just another form of mother-daughter communication. They both seemed to enjoy these conversations.

"Dad, I've gotten this far."

"Hm? Oh~ Somang, you're even higher than Dad now! That's amazing~"

While those two were carrying on, Somang claimed the coveted spot on my lap, which boasted an impressive 3:--- competition ratio. To be honest, Somang wasn't any less fond of me than the other two, he just didn't get involved in their battles.

My son, who still looks exactly like Heena, loved nothing more than sitting on my lap and playing mobile games. I also made time to enjoy the same game with Somang, to bond with him.

Come to think of it, I wonder which friends our son played with today.

"Somang, what did you do with your friends today? Did you play games together?"

"No. We just talked at the playground."

"Hmm..."

Given that they talked at the playground, I wonder if he played with girls again today instead of boys?

I still help out with the Green Mothers' Association every month, and during those times, I get to see Somang going to school. I see my son walking confidently among the girls.

Watching him, I think my son is really something else. Of course, I know our son is handsome, but it's not easy to be this popular at his age just because of looks.

This isn't some manga where he's like the Pied Piper, always followed by girls. And sometimes, it worries me.

I wonder if there are any boys who might resent him for it. They might get spiteful or try to bully him.

Fortunately, Somang seems to handle himself well. Very occasionally, I do see him playing with boys too. Maybe once in a blue moon.

"I wonder who our son played with~ Seol? Sinae? Or maybe Ina?"

I called out the names of the girls I'd heard about from Somang, and who always bowed their heads to greet me whenever they saw me. All three were cute and pretty, promising young girls.

I suppose since I work from home and often fill the role of a typical mom, I get to see Somang's friends' faces quite often, which is why I remember them.

Well, even though I ask like this, I bet...

"All of them. Sua and Yumin were there too."

"I know Yumin, but who's Sua?"

"A girl from class 3."

"I see~"

"Yeah."

I knew he'd played with all of them. There's even a new girl added to the mix. This sort of thing seems to be no big deal for Somang. He answers so nonchalantly.

Is this the life of an incredibly handsome boy? I don't think Heeseong hyung was like this when he was young. He's got an fun personality now, but I feel like he was probably just a mischievous little rascal at this age.

As I was talking to Somang about his day, I glanced up at the mother and daughter still engaged in their competition.

"You know, I think Joo still likes Dad."

"Really?"

"Yeah. When Dad called earlier about having dinner, she asked if she could come along too. That's definitely what it means, right?"

"We should go see Jooeun's face sometime soon~"

"Mom, Mom! Then, shall we go to a cafe this weekend? I heard there's a new privately-owned cafe near Joo's place that has a nice atmosphere."

"Should we?"

"Let's go~ I promised Joo we'd go~"

"Hehe, looks like you're still getting along well with Jooeun."

"Of course~ She's my bestie~ If only she didn't like Dad!"

At some point, the two of them had huddled close together, chatting happily. I had nothing to say about the content, though.

I really like this family atmosphere where we're all like friends.

---

As the day came to an end, it was time for bed.

While massaging Heena's legs after her tiring day, we talked a bit more.

"So? Why did our dear husband only give kisses to his daughter?"

It wasn't really a conversation, more like an interrogation. I could clearly sense Heena's unique form of sulking, maintaining a smile while subtly pressuring me.

"Sarang asked for it, what could I do? Is our Heena jealous? Want a kiss now?"

"Hmph, of course I want a kiss. And am I really your favorite? Did you just forget earlier?"

"Of course you are."

"Hmm..."

Of course, my wife is easily placated with just one word like this. She's so simple, I swear.

Just as I was about to stop the massage and shower Heena with kisses, she played something on her phone.

[Our Sarang is the prettiest in the world.]

[More than Mom?]

[Prettier than Mom.]

[Hehehe... Thank you~ Dad is the coolest in the world!]

It was the conversation I had with Sarang earlier that evening. The 3-second clip ended, and Heena's interrogation intensified.

"So I'm your favorite, but I'm not the prettiest, huh?"

"......"

"Hm? Honey. Care to explain?"

Right, she recorded that.

The beginning part was cut off, so it sounded like I was just giving a pure compliment. I knew she was going to send it to Heena, but I forgot about it when it didn't come up during our living room chat.

Did she just send it now? Why at this timing?

"Why is my husband so quiet? Hmm? That's right~ Our Sarang is much~ prettier and cuter than me, isn't she?"

"Heena. You know I love you, right?"

"I know~ You love me second after Sarang."

This isn't easy.

I briefly considered silencing her with a kiss, as I always do. In the end, she'd forget about it once we got intimate. It's not like this kind of adorable behavior from Sarang was anything new.

But then...

-Knock knock

"Can I come in?"

"Hm? Come in."

"Hehe~"

-Click

After knocking and asking for permission, Sarang entered the room. She no longer charged in with just a pillow like she used to in the old days.

Being a high school student now, Sarang was well aware that married couples might engage in various forms of skinship. Plus, Heena and I were known for our exceptionally good relationship.

Sarang climbed onto the bed, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest, just like she used to. At the same time, she smiled brightly and asked for our permission once more.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Together? Well, I guess it's oka..."

"No. Han Sarang. Go back to your room."

Although it had become less frequent than before, we still occasionally had nights where we slept together, so I was about to give permission without much thought. But Heena firmly refused.

However, Sarang didn't give up at that refusal. She snuggled up to me and started acting cute.

"Why~ I want to sleep together after so long~ Dad, it's okay, right? Hm?"

"I said no! Aren't you going to leave?!"

"I don't want to! Besides, Mom, you heard the recording, right? Dad said I'm the prettiest~"

"You just pestered Dad until he said that! Honey, say it again right now. Who's the prettiest?"

"It's me, right? Dad!"

"Honey!"

"......"

Usually, this back-and-forth would end with some playful banter, but for the first time in a while, a rare serious mode competition had been activated.

It was both cute and pretty to see my wife, nearly forty, craving my compliments like a young girl. Sarang was cute too, deliberately provoking her mom and enjoying it.

Heena with her fierce glare urging me to speak, and Sarang batting her eyes and acting cute.

This fight couldn't go on for long, as both Heena and Sarang had work and school to go to tomorrow. So, without a word, I spread both arms and pulled the two of them into my embrace. I felt their small bodies yield without resistance.

-Flop

I collapsed onto the bed, gently stroking both of their heads.

"Let's go to sleep. You both have to get up early tomorrow."

"Not even answering..."

"Dad is so warm~"

I drifted off to sleep, listening to Heena's whining and Sarang's melting voice. Even after several years, our family remained remarkably consistent.

I was truly a happy dad. To be showered with so much love from my family like this.

Come to think of it, only Somang is sleeping separately today, so to be fair, I should sleep with him tomorrow.

Author's Note:

Hmm. I'm debating whether to write a bit more of an after-story mixing in other family stories, or to branch off into another 'if' scenario.

---

enjoy! :)

Please give the book a rating and a review on NovelUpdates.

It helps the website and helps people find this novel!

If you'd like to make a one-time donation to support our translations or subscribe to read up to 15 chapters or more (depending on the novel) ahead, you can do so via Ko-fi.

Click here!