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In the next instant.

Ding Wanjun's eyes suddenly turned red.

She seemed to forget Zhao Jingshu and the other guests around her, looked at me excitedly, and began to question me: "Lin Ran, how can you marry someone else?!"

My emotions didn't waver at all. I just looked at her and responded by asking, my wife is dead, why can't I marry again?

She was like a rooster being strangled, her face flushed red but unable to say a word, finally squeezing out a few words:

"But didn't you say that you would be devoted to my sister and never marry again in this life..."

I laughed: "Previously, I was mistaken. Wan Jun's spirit in heaven surely hopes I find a good match, and my son really likes his new mom."

As if to confirm my words, my son immediately hugged Zhao Jingshu's arm and sweetly called her mom.

No woman can bear hearing her own son call someone else mom. Ding Wanjun couldn't maintain her composure any longer and rushed forward to separate her son from Zhao Jingshu.