In a small fast-food restaurant, Chang Fei was deeply unhappy.
He wouldn’t have been this upset, but when the red string on his pinky connected to the pinky of the girl sitting across from him, he couldn’t control his emotions.
Don’t ask what happened.
He was just hit by a meteor, became a Matchmaker God, and somehow gained a physique that transformed him based on who touched him.
Then, to test his godly identity, he went looking for ghosts to experiment on, only to stumble upon the ghost of a girl accidentally killed by his half-brother, Lezheng Chu.
Helping her with body possession was a minor task, hardly worth mentioning!
The real issue was that he initially felt nothing for this girl.
But when the Matchmaker’s red string tied him to her, his IQ plummeted, and he felt like he was turning into an idiot.
Even worse, this girl.
Xu Shaxue, now Leng Yiqing—had three red strings on her pinky.
Was this Xu Shaxue’s sudden surge of romantic luck, or did the original Leng Yiqing already have three suitors?
And, maddeningly, he, Matchmaker God Chang Fei, was one of them.
That was what frustrated him the most.
As a Matchmaker God, he couldn’t even use his authority to cut the other two red strings!
And he couldn’t approach her as a boy either—it was outrageous!
He had no advantage at all!
While Chang Fei stewed in his grievances, Xu Shaxue—no, now Leng Yiqing—hesitantly looked at the dazed “girl” across from her.
She wanted to ask, “Kind person… aren’t you eating anything?”
But the simple question stuck in her throat.
Seeing this peculiar person pay for her meal made her feel embarrassed, especially since they hadn’t ordered anything for themselves and just watched her eat, making her even more uneasy.
Most crucially, the Matchmaker God had switched to mortal clothes.
With one hand propping up their chin, staring at her, Leng Yiqing could hardly bear it.
The Matchmaker was stunning—truly the kind of beauty that stood out in a crowd.
They looked about fourteen or fifteen, with fair skin that had a faint, moon-white glow, almost translucent, perhaps due to their divine or peculiar nature.
Paired with exquisitely sculpted features, they exuded an ethereal, otherworldly charm.
Their large, deep eyes, like a starry cosmos, seemed to draw in your soul.
Their appearance was neither fully feminine nor masculine, but a perfect blend.
Was this what a god was like?
Though Leng Yiqing didn’t fully believe in gods, seeing this figure made her cover her flushed cheeks.
If she didn’t know they weren’t human, her appearance-obsessed self might’ve fallen for them, even if they were a girl.
Oh no… if they kept staring like this, she’d turn into a lily!
Chang Fei had no idea what Leng Yiqing was thinking.
He was planning whether to get her an ID or take her straight to Leng Yiqing’s parents.
If they knew Leng Yiqing’s body hadn’t died, what would they think?
But that wasn’t the point—had he committed a crime by taking her body from the hospital?
Was body possession considered corpse desecration?
Scratching his cheek in frustration, he refocused on Leng Yiqing and asked seriously, “How do you feel now? Any differences in memory, thinking, personality, or knowledge?”
When Chang Fei stared intently, his gaze was strikingly clear.
Leng Yiqing, who had been sipping milk and sneaking glances at him, was startled by his sudden shift and intense look, spitting out her milk in a spray.
Chang Fei got a faceful of milk, wiped it off, and looked at her with concern: “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Feeling unwell anywhere?”
Leng Yiqing, mortified at spraying him, expected anger, but his first words were concern for her.
She couldn’t help but feel touched, though she didn’t understand why her emotions were so stirred.
Shaking her head, she was about to speak when a commotion outside drew their attention.
A group of people burst into the restaurant, led by a man in black who scanned the room, locked eyes on Chang Fei and Leng Yiqing, and immediately spoke into his phone.
Chang Fei, used to dodging such people, raised an eyebrow at the scene and smiled at Leng Yiqing: “Shaxue, if your body’s parents came to find you, offering you a happy life, would you go with them?”
“I…” Leng Yiqing was at a loss.
Her mind held all of Leng Yiqing’s memories—her parents’ unwavering care and love felt so warm.
When she first awoke, she almost believed she was Leng Yiqing.
The original Leng Yiqing was indecisive, fearing she’d cling to this world and make her parents sad.
She distanced herself from anyone trying to get close, hoping to leave without emotional pain.
Leng Yiqing’s life was monotonous, with no deep connections, no one understanding her thoughts.
She left peacefully, wanting to be forgotten, free of attachments.
But that was Leng Yiqing, not Xu Shaxue.
Leng Yiqing didn’t see why her parents did what they did or the efforts others made for her.
Leng Yiqing left freely, but Xu Shaxue couldn’t be so detached.
Seeing it all clearly, she felt Leng Yiqing owed her parents too much.
Though not Leng Yiqing, she wanted to make amends for her.
So she hesitated: “If possible… I want Leng Yiqing to go back…”
“Alright, I understand. Stay here—they’ll come soon.”
Seeing her resolve and hesitation, Chang Fei scratched his cheek, stood, stretched lazily, and prepared to leave.
“Kind person?” Leng Yiqing grabbed his sleeve, sensing something, her eyes wide with reliance.
Chang Fei looked back as the group approached.
Instead of pulling away, he said, “You know I’m not human… ugh, I mean, I’m a god-like being.
I can’t stay with you forever, right?”
Leng Yiqing’s body trembled, her grip loosening.
His words reminded her—from her death to his appearance, it was this god in a girl’s form who helped her when she needed it most, giving her a new life.
Sometimes, a hero doesn’t need to be dashing—just appearing when needed is enough to stir someone’s heart.
Chang Fei didn’t realize his actions had already touched Xu Shaxue’s heart.
Perhaps because of this fleeting moment, he felt something change in his body.
Touching his chest instinctively—it was flat?
Thankfully, his neutral, casual clothes hid the change.
But he was stunned, glancing oddly at Leng Yiqing, reaching out to test it again, only for his wrist to be grabbed.
“Punk, what are you trying to do to our young miss?” A menacing voice growled overhead.
Chang Fei looked up to see a black-clad man with sunglasses and a perfect V-shaped physique glaring at him, practically baring his fangs.
Being grabbed, Chang Fei inexplicably felt a surge of strength, a force from his abdomen flooding his limbs.
He shook off the man’s grip, surprised, looking at his hand—had it grown longer, his palm larger?
No way…
Was the Matchmaker physique more than just switching genders based on the other’s orientation?
Why did he feel so powerful now?
The man in black hadn’t expected him to break free.
Leng Yiqing, noticing Chang Fei’s odd expression, rushed forward: “Kind person! Are you okay?”
Chang Fei waved her off, flashing a bright smile: “I’m fine. Since your family’s here, go with them.
If fate allows, we’ll meet again.”
With a wink, his simple gesture reassured her, and she didn’t approach further.
The man in black’s expression darkened.
Seeing Chang Fei’s build, he realized this kid was no pushover—his slim frame hid strength that might match his own.
In a real fight, he wasn’t sure he’d win.
Who was this kid who sneaked into the morgue, revived his young miss, and took her away?
Was he… after her?
The more he thought, the worse his expression became, until he roared, “Trying to make a move on our young miss? Come back in a hundred years!”
“Wait a hundred years? She’d be an old lady by then—why would I wait that long?” Chang Fei blurted out instinctively.
Everyone froze.
Realizing his mistake, Chang Fei saw Leng Yiqing’s face turn deathly pale.
Oops, had he said something wrong?
Sensing the murderous aura, his expression changed.
Though he didn’t know what he’d done, he waved at Leng Yiqing and bolted.
Leng Yiqing stared at his fleeing figure, feeling a pang of sadness.
Yes… in a hundred years, she’d be old, but he’d still be a god, forever young…
Meanwhile, in the LZ Corporation president’s office, Lezheng Tingyu replayed a video with a strange expression.
In a dim corridor, a small figure somehow evaded the hospital’s night-shift doctors, slipped into the morgue, found the Leng family’s daughter, and revived her…
For a moment, Lezheng Tingyu wanted to curse, “What the hell is this?!”
Especially seeing the figure talk to the Leng girl before leading her away by the hand.
Who was this boy?
What role had he played these past fourteen years?
If he found him, would he uncover the secrets he didn’t know—about his wife and son’s whereabouts?
Lezheng Tingyu’s lips curled into a smile.
Catching this kid might clear everything up.
But one thing annoyed him—why was the boy dressed so effeminately, like he was wearing women’s clothes?
So tacky!
Chang Fei had no idea that the hospital where Leng Yiqing was kept belonged to a subsidiary of his scumbag father Lezheng Tingyu’s company.
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Shang Zhi’s note:
This chapter dives into Chang Fei’s emotional complexity as he grapples with his divine role and unexpected feelings, while also hinting at the larger connections tying his past to his present.
The humor and heart continue to blend as Chang Fei learns to seize key moments to win trust.
Hope readers enjoy this step forward!
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