I’m the Neighborhood Gossip Grandma, and the Young Master’s on His Knees Calling Me Madam

Word is, the richest man’s son has a stubborn Cinderella.

Every day, I sit in the neighborhood committee office, munching on sunflower seeds and watching the young master block the alley entrance and shout, “You’ll never escape my grasp in this lifetime!”

I listened with great interest, wondering if the rich kid had a screw loose.

Then one day, he barged into the office and clamped his arms around my waist in front of all the aunties and uncles:

“Lin Wan, losing your memory won’t help. I’d recognize you even as ashes.”

Wait, how did I end up with a billionaire husband?

And that’s not even the craziest part:

My mom says he sends her money every week;

My best friend says he’s my ex;

Even Auntie Wang from the neighborhood committee pulled out a copy of our marriage certificate. “Xiao Lin, you handed this to me to file yourself three years ago!”

Me: ???

So am I a neighborhood committee worker, or a wealthy young madam?

Hey, if you’re going to make jokes, don’t drag the neighborhood aunties into it!