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

Time flies, the seasons change, my son gradually grows into adulthood, and a new little life is blossoming from Zhao Jingshu's belly, just waiting to grow and sprout. My son is thrilled and keeps saying he's going to be a big brother.


One day, as usual, I was basking in the sun in the courtyard, when I saw my long-unseen former father-in-law and mother-in-law appearing before me in tattered clothes.


Compared to before, both elderly people had become much thinner and aged, their faces lined with the wrinkles of weathered years, their hair almost completely gray.


They shakily handed me something, leaving behind two lines of muddled tears:


"Child, in those days, we did you wrong in the end."


Though they weren't the ones who did wrong, they were accomplices in indirectly bringing everything to pass.


I quietly looked at them and didn't say anything about forgiveness, that it's okay and in the past.


Otherwise, it would be irresponsible to my son and my past self.


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