Chapter 3 It’s over, what’s my husband’s name again?

If it hadn't been for her call, saying she wanted to make a comeback and needed a temporary agent, and considering the previous favor Jiang Song owed her for saving his life, she probably wouldn't have bothered with her. God forbid it be too awful... The agent pinched the philtrum; friendship was one thing, but she didn't want to be humiliated alongside her. "Show's over, folks; move on to another live stream." The number of people in the live stream room plummeted in an instant. "..." Li Xingwan was oblivious to the fact that everyone was discussing her as if she were destitute. She was bewildered for quite some time before she clambered off the bed, her mind preoccupied with the Buddha beads that had encircled the man's wrist as he handed her the phone... And then... The next second, Li Xingwan rolled off the bed and began to rifle desperately through her belongings in search of the marriage certificate. All was lost, all was lost. During the three years of marriage, that man had never once come back. The original owner lived lavishly in a mansion, drove luxury cars, squandered from an unlimited credit card, and carried LV and Chanel. Yet she had never paid any attention to anything about her husband... So much so, she had completely forgotten what her husband's name was. As for her, the person who had transmigrated into this world, she might as well have been struck by amnesia, as she couldn't remember a thing suddenly. What was she to do now? Li Xingwan had searched every inch of the room, but the marriage certificate was nowhere to be found. It was gone, thrown away somewhere unknown. And it caused Li Xingwan to break out in a cold sweat. All was lost, truly lost this time. Outside, the reality show crew's vehicle had already arrived at the gate, and when they saw the European-style gate of the Western building and the rows of black-clad bodyguards standing outside, the live stream room exploded with activity, and many who had left rushed back to watch. "Is this the dwelling of Li Xingwan, the minor eighteen-tier celebrity????" "How is that possible? How could someone who was a minor figure five years ago afford such a place? It's probably because her family is too poor and she's too ashamed to face anyone. So, she gave the show crew a wrong location." Even Jiang Song thought they had gone to the wrong place, and she tugged on a show crew member's sleeve. "Are you sure this is it?" The show crew certainly knew because they had come to confirm the route beforehand. Hearing Jiang Song ask so openly, they looked at her with confusion. Jiang Song promptly fell silent, fearing that the show crew might realize she was just a temporary agent. The group continued to walk inside, and the further they went, the more speechless they became with shock. The sheer size inside was comparable to a grand estate, luxurious and exquisite to the point of astonishment. The audience in the live stream room, however, calmed down and began to speculate. "Do you think Li Xingwan might be working as a maid here?" "Yes, yes, yes! That's very possible. Maybe her husband of yesteryear is a servant here, and so she has been working here too!" "Who would have thought the celebrity of days gone by has fallen to such a fate?" "So pitiful, let's raise a charity fund for Li Xingwan." "Strike up the erhu!" Throughout this, only the crew remained somewhat composed as they walked further in. Meanwhile, the netizens in the live chat grew more and more concerned. "You really have to wonder about her son's well-being, whether he goes hungry or cold." "It's possible he's dressed in clothes picked up from a street stall, or maybe he's very ugly." "Oh, the poor child." While everyone was discussing fervently, the camera suddenly panned to a small figure.