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At the wedding, Jiang Wan was forced to marry Huo Siheng, who was in a vegetative state.
The guests laughed at her for being a wedding bride, even the wedding dress was leftover from the fake daughter Lin Wei.
When the priest asked "Are you willing?", The vegetative husband's fingers suddenly moved.
His first words when he woke up three months later: "Who sent you as a commercial spy?"
Huo Siheng grabbed Jiang Wan's neck and pressed her onto the wedding bed. A perfumer's badge, one of only three in the world, slipped out of her collar.
His pupils suddenly shrank - that was the symbol of the mythical "iris" in the perfumery world that he had been secretly in love with for seven years.
"Wait... Are you...?" The housekeeper suddenly pushed the door open and entered.
Jiang Wan hurriedly hid the badge, but she didn't know that her first bottle of perfume when she was eighteen years old was locked at the bottom of his desk.
Later, on the night of Jiang Wan's miscarriage, he went crazy and demolished the entire Huo House.
"Give me back my wife!" Blood dripped from Huo Siheng's fingers onto the iris specimen Jiang Wan gave him.
