After Our Substitute Marriage, the Frail Tycoon Dotes on Me

Lin Tang never imagined she would marry into the Shen family of the capital as a stand-in bride.

Her stepmother smiled as she ushered her out the door. “The Shen family’s eldest son is on his deathbed. You can marry him in your sister’s place and bring him good luck. It’s the least you can do for the family.”

Everyone was waiting to see her make a fool of herself: marrying a dying man and spending the rest of her life as a widow in all but name.

But on the very first day after the wedding, Lin Tang sensed something was wrong.

How could her supposedly terminally ill husband’s hands be so steady as he got up in the middle of the night to make her porridge?

How could the supposedly useless eldest son, abandoned by his family, turn the entire business district upside down with a single phone call?

And why was the man who was supposed to be aloof and distant finding new ways to feed her every day, while forbidding her from saying more than a few words to other men?

Lin Tang couldn’t take it anymore. “Shen Ye Han, just how many secret identities do you have?”

The man leaned over lazily and drew her into his arms. “Not as many as you, my dear.”

Lin Tang: “???”

Since when did she have secret identities, too?!

She had thought theirs would be a marriage of convenience, with each of them getting what they wanted. Who knew he would become utterly addicted to spoiling her?

The whole capital knew that the Shen family’s “dying” eldest son cherished his stand-in bride as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

Someone objected. “Why should a girl brought in as a stand-in bride get all that?”

Shen Ye Han lifted his eyes, his voice frighteningly calm. “She wasn’t a stand-in bride.”

“I invited her myself.”

Everyone: “...?!”