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

In the evening, after picking up my son from school and returning home,


I saw Ding Wanjun standing at my door with a brand new backpack.


The tag from the international store was still attached, clearly quite expensive.


"Lele, your aunt bought you an imported backpack as a gift for getting full marks on your exam. Come see if you like it?"


My son glanced at me, then shook his head to refuse Ding Wanjun.


"Thank you, Auntie, but I already have the old backpack that Dad sewed for me."


Ding Wanjun's gentle smile shattered inch by inch, a look of panic and unease appearing in her eyes.


I signaled my son to go to his room first, blocking her path:


"How can I keep taking advantage of my little sister? No need to give us anything in the future."


She seemed a bit guilty and anxious: "Brother-in-law, as your wife's sister, isn't it my duty to take care of you? Don't be so polite with me."


She frowned, looking at me somewhat uncomfortably: "After all, I am your sister-in-law, do you really have to treat me this way?"


I stared at her intently, as if trying to see through her, wondering how she could say such words: "As you said, you're only my sister-in-law, not my wife, so what makes you think you have the right to teach me how to treat you."


The unusual behavior from both Lele and me finally made Ding Wanjun uncomfortable, and she excitedly tried to grab my hand, asking why my attitude had changed overnight.


But I quickly avoided her, told her that I was her brother-in-law and she ought to mind her boundaries, then went inside and closed the door directly.


Standing at the door, Ding Wanjun was left completely speechless.


For the past three years, even though she had taken on the identity of my sister-in-law, life hadn't been any different from when she was Ding Wanjun, still caring deeply for me and my son, getting along intimately.


But now, hearing my warning, she finally realized that we were no longer in a relationship where anything was possible.


That night, Ding Wanjun rushed out the door, buying three tins of malted milk and spending all the money she had on hand, planning to bring these gifts to me and Lele the next day and offer a sincere apology.


No matter what, she had to mend the relationship with me and my son.


But she didn't know that tonight was the last night we, father and son, would spend at the Zhou Family's house.


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