At this moment, in a chain clothing store under LZ Corporation, Chang Fei couldn’t help but snicker.
He watched a boy, Kading Che, adjust a set of so-called designer casual clothes, put on a face mask, and check himself in the mirror repeatedly.
This boy was one of Chang Fei’s new Matchmaker task targets, stumbled upon when the Matchmaker booklet evolved into a golden gauntlet and Kading Che recklessly approached him.
After making a random wish and getting hit by a meteor, Chang Fei gained a strange physique and a deadly Matchmaker task that could erase his existence.
Whether others believed the booklet could kill him, as the near-mythical leader of Kill Fox, he had to maintain a cautious, scientific mindset.
But if anyone knew his thoughts, they’d quickly realize—fine, it’s just his pride talking.
Especially now, with this target.
If he hadn’t overheard strange voices discussing past-life romances that contradicted the booklet, sparking a rebellious urge to defy them, he’d probably just pair up some near-couples to complete the task.
Chang Fei hated this flaw in his character.
He’s the organizer and leader of Kill Fox, for crying out loud!
Why did he love tackling thankless challenges?
Was this the legendary “the harder it is, the more it’s worth doing” perverse mindset?
No, no, no—he’d never admit that.
It’s just his competitive streak, that’s all!
“Hey, Chang Fei, is this really okay?”
A male voice with a scholarly tinge pulled Chang Fei’s wandering thoughts back from the clouds.
“Oh, oh?! Looks great! Trust my eye—it’s spot-on!”
Chang Fei snapped back, quickly giving a thumbs-up and a dazzling smile.
“Pick a few more. It’s fine! I know the store owner—they agreed to let us borrow these. No worries if they get ruined!”
His gaze darted back to the phone in his hand.
If anyone looked closely, they’d notice this phone… looked a bit off.
Correct—it was Chang Fei’s divine tablet.
After the Matchmaker booklet upgraded, so did the tablet.
Learning from the booklet, Chang Fei chose the phone form without hesitation.
Compared to the booklet, the tablet’s multifunctionality had already given him a… well, stalker-level phone experience.
The tablet screen showed several girls in red with cat, rabbit, fox, and dog ears.
One held something, spotting a man in his thirties.
“No mistake—this guy’s the one Leng Yin’ning loved in her past life! If we pair him with her, she won’t interfere with the stinky Taoist’s romance!”
The girl’s voice came clearly through the tablet.
Chang Fei’s finger hovered over the man, whose back seemed familiar.
The setting also felt… vaguely familiar?
A delusion, maybe?
Wait, it really did seem familiar.
The man was walking toward a boy on his phone…
“Fei~er~!”
A gritted-teeth yet doting voice came from behind, making Chang Fei’s hand shake, nearly dropping the tablet.
Turning, he saw Lezheng Tingyu’s twitching smile, his forehead veins bulging—unless that was Chang Fei’s imagination?
*If he pushes any harder, will his veins burst?*
Chang Fei thought unkindly.
Lezheng Tingyu crouched, pressing a hand on Chang Fei’s head with force, as if trying to squash him.
Was he trying to make him shorter?
Chang Fei’s spine chilled, but his “dear father” smiled “kindly.”
“Son, I heard you’re renting clothes here? Why rent? Just put it on my tab! Sorry, son, I was rushed and forgot to get you a gold card. Don’t worry—once you start school, Daddy will get you one. Are you picking outfits for school?”
“Heh… Uncle, you’re too kind. You sure you’ve got the right person? I don’t recall having a dad.”
Chang Fei shrank back, resisting being squashed, flashing an equally innocent smile.
Lezheng Tingyu’s face soured, leaning close to hiss through gritted teeth, “Didn’t we agree? You pretend to be my son, and you won’t lose out.”
“I never agreed. And I didn’t hear anything about posing as your son to attend school. Uncle, let’s be clear—my grades, my efforts, my results are mine. What if your real son shows up and takes credit? I’d lose everything. Don’t think petty perks will make me go that far.”
“What do you want, then?”
Lezheng Tingyu’s face shifted, realizing Chang Fei saw through him.
He got straight to the point.
“What? I’ll attend school as myself. Whether you’re using the media to spin a narrative or something else, I won’t clarify anything until your real son appears. Then we’re done. If you don’t agree, I won’t take your deal. Think carefully—without mutual consent, this won’t work.”
Chang Fei firmly laid out his pre-decided stance.
“Tch.”
Lezheng Tingyu clicked his tongue, displeased.
Before he could respond, voices came through Chang Fei’s earpiece.
“No way, this guy has a son?”
“So what?”
“Leng Yin’ning and this guy didn’t have a son in their past lives!”
“Duh, how old is Leng Yin’ning this life? She could be his daughter!”
“So we still pair them?”
“What else can we do? We’re matchmakers! It’s our task. We can’t let the stinky Taoist and Leng Yin’ning get together, so we sacrifice one.”
“What about this guy’s wife?”
“If he recalls his past life, his current wife won’t matter. He’ll fall for Leng Yin’ning again, right?”
Hearing this, Chang Fei realized their identities.
Interesting—they called themselves matchmakers?
So matchmakers and Matchmaker Gods weren’t the same?
News to him.
Though these matchmakers seemed to handle weird romantic tasks, they were targeting his scumbag dad.
Sure, his dad abandoned him and his mom, but deep down, Chang Fei was biased.
To him, scumbag or not, his dad belonged to his mom.
The last “mistress” wasn’t dealt with—how could he let some past-life romance turn his dad into someone else’s?
Even if he’d never admit Lezheng Tingyu as his father, and even if he’d rather see him stay single forever, no way would he let anyone covet his dad!
Now, two issues involving his scumbag dad were entangled, and these matchmakers seemed like rivals.
Might as well play with them.
Chang Fei grinned at Lezheng Tingyu.
“Hey, Uncle, decided yet? Hurry up—I’m meeting a brother to go on a date with a sister soon.”
His vague yet pointed words were meant to spark doubt.
Lezheng Tingyu could either drag him to negotiate the deal or follow to join the fun and discuss cooperation.
Whether playing third wheel or removing Lezheng Tingyu as one, Chang Fei wouldn’t lose.
Heh.
As expected, Lezheng Tingyu’s mind raced.
*This kid’s meeting some random guy and a girl for a date?*
*What’s the deal? Is my son dating a girl? A guy? Both? A love triangle? Bisexual?*
*No way. As my son—even a fake one—he can’t have a questionable orientation. It’d leave a bad handle for others to exploit.*
*Should I book a doctor to check him? Wait, that could be used against me by rivals spinning tales of an illegitimate or unstable son.*
*Maybe it’s not what I think? I should follow and see.*
Without hesitation, Lezheng Tingyu spoke.
“Oh? Sounds interesting. Daddy’s free—let’s go see your date.”
Chang Fei put on a serious face.
“How could I trouble you? Uncle, you’re busy running a company. Don’t you think this store’s lights are too bright? Kind of in the way?”
*Calling me a nuisance? I’m just worried this’ll mess up my plans!*
Lezheng Tingyu’s forehead veins bulged again.
Grabbing Chang Fei’s arm, he dragged him out, smiling through gritted teeth.
“Don’t worry, son. Your old man’s got a sharp eye for people. I’ll check if they’re suitable…”
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Shang Zhi’s note:
Chapter 13 revised, marked.