After Three Years as His Doormat, I Lost My Memory and Married My Ex's Scumbag Uncle

Jiang Wan had spent three years chasing after Shen Yufan, only to be publicly humiliated at the welcome-home banquet she’d carefully prepared for him. “Jiang Wan, who do you think you are?” A bucket of cold water snapped her out of her lovesick haze. Before she could tear into the scumbag, she got devastating news: the Jiang family had gone bankrupt. The heiress of a wealthy family had fallen from the top overnight. Still reeling, Jiang Wan was hit by a car. When she woke up in the hospital, she thought of the man’s status in Beijing’s elite circles, where he could command the winds and rain and control everything with a wave of his hand. Jiang Wan understood. This wasn’t an accident at all. Heaven had given her a new golden ticket! If she couldn’t be the scumbag’s first love, she’d become his uncle’s wife! * Rumor had it that the heir to the Duan family was aloof and celibate, yet he married Jiang Wan, a bankrupt heiress. Everyone laughed that she was nothing but a climbing vine clinging to a high branch. Then, at a banquet, someone saw Jiang Wan smash a wine bottle and hold it to Duan Sili’s throat as she smiled sweetly. “Cheat on me, and I’ll ruin you.” The whole room was stunned, waiting for him to throw her out. Instead, the untouchable tycoon wrapped an arm around her waist and crushed the roses her admirer had sent beneath his foot. “Tell him who your man is.” That night, the news went viral. In the bedroom, the rumored saint, who sat high upon his altar, gripped her waist and spoke in a husky voice: “Mrs. Duan, tell me, how are the flowers I gave you any worse than his?”