Lin Tang never thought that he would marry into the Shen family in the capital through a "substitute marriage".
The stepmother smiled and pushed her out the door: "The eldest son of the Shen family is not going to die soon. If you marry your sister to celebrate, you can also make some contribution to the family."
Everyone was waiting to see her joke - marry a dying man and stay a widow for the rest of your life.
But on the first day after getting married, Lin Tang felt something was wrong.
Why is her husband, who has promised to be terminally ill, so steady when he wakes up in the middle of the night to cook porridge for her?
How could the good-for-nothing young man who had been promised to be abandoned by his family change the entire commercial street with just one phone call?
They promised to be cold and distant, but why did they feed her in different ways every day and not allow her to say a word to other men?
Lin Tang couldn't help it anymore: "Shen Yehan, how many vests do you have?"
The man lazily leaned over and pulled her into his arms: "Not as much as you, madam."
Lin Tang: "???"
When did she also have a vest? !
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She thought it was a contractual marriage where each got what he wanted, but unexpectedly he became addicted to doting on her.
Everyone in the capital knew that the "dying" young master of the Shen family held the young wife he had married as a substitute in the palm of his hand.
Some people were dissatisfied: "Why is a girl brought as a substitute?"
Shen Yehan raised his eyelids and said in a frighteningly calm voice, "She is not a substitute marriage."
"I personally invited her here."
Everyone: "...?!"
