“……That’s how things are.” Chang Fei snapped out of his daze and met Feng Shuangrou’s pair of rabbit-like eyes.
He was momentarily stunned, not quite catching what she was saying.
Feng Shuangrou looked at Chang Fei’s expressionless face, her sorrow deepening.
She sighed with a heavy heart, “God of the Matchmaker, could it be… that you’ve already given up on me?”
“Ah? Ah! Ah… hehe, not at all.” Chang Fei came to his senses, a bit embarrassed.
He finally realized—he was facing the biological mother of Xu Yiqing’s body, who had just experienced heartbreak.
Xu Yiqing was originally the ghost of Xu Shaxue, killed by “Le Zhengchu.” Her lingering resentment trapped her as a restless spirit, unable to reincarnate (Chang Fei guessed).
By chance, she met him just as he became the Matchmaker God, and he enlightened Xu Shaxue, allowing her to borrow a body and come back to life because of unresolved earthly ties.
What was strange was that after this resurrection, Xu Shaxue—now Leng Yiqing—seemed not to have inherited the body’s memories.
Or rather, the aura was that of a [Heartbroken Soul], with consciousness and memories clouded.
She hadn’t noticed that the parents she longed for had already been deeply broken by the previous owner of this body.
Clearly, looking through the History Record made Chang Fei understand that Xu Yiqing’s father didn’t like this daughter at all.
Because of her eccentric nature, serious problems had arisen between Xu Yiqing’s parents.
Whatever his reasons, Chang Fei didn’t want Xu Yiqing to suffer from sadness or disappointment… Well, this was purely due to his special feelings toward his first target, deciding to help out… absolutely not for any other reason.
After all, his primary goal was to be a competent Matchmaker God!
And right now, this was… the third target? Each one more difficult than the last.
It was like pulling peanuts from a shell—once you pulled one, a whole bunch came with it.
If he messed up one, the others could easily be destroyed too.
Who was it that said being a Matchmaker God only required pulling strings?
He had truly come to realize that this job… was not meant for humans!
Now, he had to set clear objectives and completely solve the current problems.
His voice, which had gradually weakened, slowly rose again: “I will help you clean up this mess for now. During this period, don’t run around recklessly, and don’t casually suspect your husband of being gay. You have to understand, being gay is actually a natural sexual orientation. Nowadays, some people are born with certain orientations, while others develop illusions from upbringing. When they mature, they naturally realize who they are attracted to. You’ve been with your husband for so many years and have several children—you should know he’s not gay. Instead of constantly suspecting him with other men or women, it’s better to think of nothing and hold no grudges. Relax yourself first. Know this—your troubles are mostly self-inflicted. If you don’t think about them, how could you be upset?”
“The Matchmaker God speaks wisely. The more I suspect my husband with other men or women, the more I… I just want a divorce!”
“Wait, didn’t you two already divorce?”
“Then we remarried.”
“You two really never end! After finally getting back together, you’re already thinking about divorce again? Love isn’t a game you can quit whenever you want! If you keep messing around like this, I swear I won’t help you anymore!”
“But—”
“No buts! Don’t say but to me, I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I’m not listening!”
“…Has anyone ever told you that you’re really disgusting like this?”
“Cough cough! I’m just imitating you humans! You men and women… without basic trust in each other, always throwing tantrums with ‘I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I’m not listening.’ Even the best relationships collapse because of such behavior!” Chang Fei felt embarrassed but immediately stood firm.
Clearly, he couldn’t maintain his female form for too long; otherwise, his attempts at cuteness would just become a reflex.
Hearing Chang Fei’s “twisted logic,” Feng Shuangrou’s face flushed with guilt and awkwardness.
Indeed, wasn’t that exactly how Leng Chenluo behaved back then?
Unwilling to hear what she feared, yet wanting an explanation she could accept—it sounded ridiculous, but the Matchmaker God’s words were so reasonable! If she kept this up, the Matchmaker God would surely lose confidence in helping her!
Chang Fei really wanted a cloth to wipe his sweat—this weather was getting hot.
He felt he might not be able to tolerate Feng Shuangrou’s attitude much longer; it was truly embarrassing.
“Hmm… so that’s how it is. Your situation is suspicious. When I haven’t given you any information, don’t get involved with any men, and don’t trust anyone lightly. Keep up with your other work or whatever else as usual. For now, manage your life well. Stop playing the perverted Rabbit Queen. Honestly, I don’t like older people acting so lively with flashy outfits and behavior…”
Blood dripped from Chang Fei’s head.
He didn’t even realize when Feng Shuangrou had already taken out her treasured whip.
Well, today he finally understood one thing: no matter how soft and gentle the lamb you meet, never touch its reverse scale.
Even if it respects you, one slip of emotion might add a new close-combat skill to your repertoire… hmm, whip skill?
Alright, no need to think he might learn it—it’s already learned!
He’s not turning into a pervert!
Can this skill at least be modified to look cool?!
When Lu Li came back to her senses, he was already holding Le Zhengwen at the entrance of a large hospital.
Many people came and went, men and women alike, and plenty of patients strolled leisurely in the hospital courtyard.
Seeing all this clearly, Lu Li was a little dazed.
She suddenly thought of a possibility—[Shadow Fate]… was it touched or damaged?!
“That young brother is really something, huh… He shattered that world.
Seriously impressive! Wenwen wants to go back and ask him about it!”
Le Zhengwen in Lu Li’s arms stared blankly for a moment, then reacted.
Trying to wriggle free, she accidentally pressed twice firmly against Lu Li’s chest.
A shy and excited expression appeared on her little face: “Big brother, your chest is so solid! Just like my big brother’s. So safe, Wenwen really likes it!”
Lu Li immediately felt a black line on his face.
He usually didn’t care much about his gender or identity, but the way this little girl pressed firmly on his chest and said that actually hurt his small pride.
He had been training seriously; his chest used to be pretty good.
Could it be that focusing too much on exercise had accidentally… well, made it disappear???