Chapter 3: Marrying in Place of Another to Zhan Xiaoting

Tang Weiwei stood frozen, staring at Zhan Xiaoting from a distance, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

This man was incredibly handsome!
His features were impeccably sharp: thick brows, deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. His face was strikingly attractive, almost unreal.

His eyes were like hawks in the dark—piercing and profound.

And most importantly, he was driving a limited-edition Porsche. Handsome and rich.

“Mommy, our car has arrived…” Tang Weiwei was lost in thought when An’an tugged her hand, snapping her back to reality.

Tang Weiwei quickly pulled her gaze away and led An’an to their car.

On the way to the hospital, An’an wore a mischievous smile as he looked at Tang Weiwei. “Mommy, I saw everything.”

“Saw what?” Tang Weiwei was confused.

“I saw you staring at that handsome uncle,” An’an teased, his tone sly. “Do you like him?”

Tang Weiwei paused for a moment, then chuckled. “Everyone appreciates beautiful things. Mommy just looked at him a bit longer.”

An’an replied immediately, “If Mommy really likes that uncle, you can go after him. I don’t mind if he becomes my dad. That way…”

He clasped his tiny, needle-marked hands together, pretending to be brave as he added, “That way, even if An’an leaves someday, someone will be there to keep you company.”

Tang Weiwei felt as though her heart had been plunged into acid—it ached so much she could hardly breathe.

“An’an, you’ll be fine. Mommy promises, no matter what it costs, I will cure you. Mommy wants to see you grow up,” she said firmly.

Having already lost one child, she would never let An’an leave her.

An’an felt uneasy and wanted to say something, but at that moment, Tang Weiwei’s phone suddenly rang.

It was her stepmother, Cheng Caiyun.

“Tang Weiwei, the wedding dress and ceremony are all ready. Don’t pull any tricks. As long as you obediently marry into the Zhan family tomorrow, I’ll immediately transfer the remaining balance to you.”

Tang Weiwei pressed her lips together. “Don’t worry. Since I agreed, I won’t back out.”

She ended the call directly after speaking.

Soon, Tang Weiwei brought An’an back to the hospital.

After putting him to bed and entrusting a nurse to take care of him, she left the room.

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The Next Day

Tang Weiwei, dressed in a white wedding gown, married into the Zhan family.

Once, she had thought she would wear a wedding dress to marry Jiang Yuan and live happily ever after with him.

Now, that dream felt like a lifetime ago. Tang Weiwei stepped out of the wedding car and into the Zhan family residence.

The Zhan household was cold and quiet, devoid of any celebratory atmosphere.

Uncle Wang, the butler, introduced himself nervously and explained, “Young Madam, our young master doesn’t like crowds, so…”

In truth, the eldest young master didn’t want to marry her but couldn’t defy the old master, so he deliberately kept things low-key.

“It’s fine!” Tang Weiwei responded calmly. She didn’t genuinely want to marry Zhan Xiaoting, so a grand ceremony wasn’t necessary. “Where is he? Take me to meet him!”

“Uh…” The butler looked embarrassed and hesitated before saying, “The young master went to the office. He’s not home at the moment…”

Tang Weiwei: “…”

Forget it.

“Have you prepared my room? I’m a bit tired and want to rest,” she said.

The butler immediately escorted her to her room.

Having been exhausted all morning, Tang Weiwei felt uncomfortable and went to take a shower.

After her shower, she realized she had no change of clothes.

Helpless, she searched the room and finally found a clean T-shirt to slip on.

As she stepped out of the bathroom and took a step forward, she suddenly bumped headfirst into a hard “wall.”

She spoke again, as if suddenly realizing something, “By the way, who are you? Who let you into this room?”

“This is my room. Who do you think I am?” Zhan Xiaoting countered.

When Uncle Wang, the butler, had brought her to the room earlier, he mentioned that once the Zhan family members reached adulthood, they lived separately. This estate was Zhan Xiaoting’s private property.

So—

“You’re Zhan Xiaoting?” Tang Weiwei didn’t doubt his words. No one would be foolish enough to lie about something like that in the Zhan family.

She took a close, serious look at the man before her.

He was incredibly handsome, with striking, deep-set features. Dressed in a black suit, he exuded an untouchable, austere aura—a walking masterpiece.

But…

Zhan Xiaoting wasn’t disabled, and—

The most critical thing was…

Seeing him up close, Tang Weiwei suddenly felt…

This Zhan Xiaoting looked a bit like her son, An’an. Especially his eyes and nose—they were practically carved from the same mold!

Could it be…