A Substitute Bride? I Married My Ex’s Uncle Instead

In her previous life, a raging fire consumed everything. Shen Tinglan reached out to her fiancé, Song Huaian, begging him to take her with him.

But he held the cold memorial tablet in his arms tightly and left the fire without looking back.

When Shen Tinglan opened her eyes again, she had returned to the springtime of her youth.

This time, her elder sister was still alive, and the scheme to force her into a substitute marriage had yet to begin. There was still time to change everything.

Watching Song Huaian put on his usual show of tender devotion, Shen Tinglan let out a cold laugh and turned toward Xie Yanchen, the ruthless, cold-hearted chief minister of legend.

“Lord Xie, how about we make a deal?”

She thought it would be a simple arrangement in which each of them got what they wanted.

But she didn’t know that on their wedding night, the feared living devil would pin her against the bed, eyes reddening and voice trembling. “Tinglan, I’ve been waiting ten years for this deal.”

Later, Song Huaian knelt outside the Xie residence, red-eyed and begging her to come back.

With her arm linked through Xie Yanchen’s, Shen Tinglan looked down at him. “Nephew, why aren’t you kneeling to greet your aunt?”