Dream Reading

Five years into the marriage, my wife suddenly died of asthma, leaving me and my son desolate.
My friends lamented that I became a widower at such a young age, and my parents urged me to find someone else to marry with my son.
However, I firmly disagreed and insisted on mourning for my wife.
But on the third anniversary of my wife's death, I accidentally overheard my father-in-law angrily questioning my sister-in-law:
“Clearly, it was your sister who had asthma, and it was your sister who died. Yet, you pretended to be dead, deceiving your husband and son just to take care of your brother-in-law. Was it worth it?”
“For three years, Xiao Lin mourned for you, raising Lele on his own. You gave your niece a home, but have you ever thought that from the day you faked your death, Lele lost her mother as well?”
At that moment, my blood ran cold, and I finally understood that it wasn't my wife Ding Wanjun who died three years ago, but her twin sister Ding Wanning.
And my three years of mourning were nothing but a joke.
That night, I dialed my family's phone:
“Dad, Mom, I agree to remarry!"


After Mourning for My Faked-Death Wife for 3 Years, I Married the Chief Performer with My Son

The next day, I took my son downstairs to eat. At the dining table, Ding Wanjun attentively served dishes and poured water for her brother-in-law and niece, bustling around, appearing to anyone as a blissfully happy family of three.


Before knowing the truth, I had countless times envied the brother-in-law being cared for, fantasizing that if Ding Wanjun hadn't died, she would treat me just as well.


But now, watching this scene, I only felt extremely ironic.


My eyes were incredibly sore, but I forced myself not to cry because there was no one left to help wipe my tears away.


Ding Wanjun caught a glimpse of my face, pale as paper, and voluntarily picked a piece of meat for both me and my son:


"Brother-in-law, you should eat more. Sister is gone. Even if you don't do it for yourself, think about your nephew."


Her tone was natural, expressing normal concern for me from the perspective of a sister-in-law, as if the deceased Ding Wanjun she mentioned was not herself.


"Auntie, I'll serve the dishes for Dad myself!"


However, in the next moment, my son raised his chopsticks, placing a piece of meat in my bowl and responding to Ding Wanjun with understanding.


At these words, Ding Wanjun's face suddenly changed, and she accidentally knocked over the bowls and chopsticks.


Because this was the first time my son called her 'Auntie'. Before, no matter how she corrected him, he never called her Auntie, always calling her Mom.


But today, the words 'Auntie' were like a thunderbolt, suddenly exploding in her mind.


"Lele, didn't you... didn't you always take Auntie as your mom before? Why change today?" she steadied herself before speaking to him.


My son simply smiled while looking at her:


"Auntie, before, Lele was young and always mistook you for Mom. Now Lele is sensible and knows my mom died three years ago. Don't worry, I won't make that mistake again in the future!"


Upon hearing this, Ding Wanjun was dumbfounded for ages, unable to muster a word of rebuttal, only managing to force out a few dry laughs:


But her gaze kept darting between my son and me, as if trying to capture some hint from our faces, holding her chopsticks without taking a bite.


My son and I didn't spare her a glance, focusing on our meal instead.


This made Ding Wanjun increasingly anxious, frequently casting glances our way until she finally tested the waters:


"Though I'm not Lele's mom, Lele is no different to me than my own child. We are all a family, so don't be distant."


"In the future, if there's any trouble, just come to me for help, rather than bearing it alone."


Was it regret because my son no longer called her mom?


But, she was the one who chose to fake her death and abandon her son.


I put down my chopsticks and, with my son finished eating, stood up directly.


Before leaving, I didn't thank her for looking after my son, as I used to, but rather fixed my gaze on her astonished eyes, leaving behind a remark.


"You're right, little sister; no matter how close, you're not Lele's real mom. We can make it on our own, as father and son."
