Feng Shuangrou:
Female
37 years old
Dean of Shenghua Heavenly Medical Academy & Young Madam of the Leng Family
Love Interest: Leng Chenluo, current Clan Head of the Leng Family
Progress Status: 89% (Note: declining…)
Health Status: Sub-healthy
Friendly Reminder: This woman harbors heavy resentment and should activate [Shadow Bond], possessing life energy. It is not recommended to undertake the Matchmaker’s task.
After reading through the Matchmaker’s booklet information about the woman on the other side, Changfei wasn’t sure if he should continue helping this Rabbit Queen… alright, now he should call her Feng Shuangrou.
He really didn’t know whether to keep assisting Lady Feng Shuangrou or not.
But somehow… he felt like the arrow was already on the bowstring. Feng Shuangrou, this eldest sister who was already thirty-two, knelt on the ground opposite him, her eyes red and shining like a rabbit’s.
It made it impossible for Changfei to entertain the thought of giving up.
Especially since his legs were getting weak—he felt like if he didn’t act soon, he’d lose some lifespan.
Speaking of which, how much lifespan do immortals lose when they shorten it?
That was a question he hadn’t studied.
Although Feng Shuangrou seemed to be a fujoshi and had made many mistakes, even causing several young men to accidentally compete for each other’s virginities, wasn’t there the saying that things don’t happen more than three times?
This was only the first time—so no need to be so picky, right?
Successfully comforting himself, Changfei finally made up his mind to seriously help Feng Shuangrou.
He propped his chin up with his hands crossed and looked at her: “Want to make a call?”
Feng Shuangrou was momentarily stunned, waiting for a long time.
Hearing that line truly surprised her.
She had thought the Matchmaker would solve all her problems, but it turned out she had to do it herself?
Seeing Feng Shuangrou’s conflicted expression, Changfei said seriously, “I am the Matchmaker, but I’m not one of those marriage brokers in human society’s matchmaking agencies. I can’t solve the whole thing for you. I only provide help when you need it most. Originally, I’ve already given you many opportunities for you to discover things yourself. But unfortunately… you didn’t, which forced me to show up and shake you awake.”
Feng Shuangrou suddenly understood, feeling deeply regretful.
So the Matchmaker God had already given her many chances without her even noticing?
Why had she been so blinded by stubbornness not to see the Matchmaker’s good intentions?
If she had realized earlier, she wouldn’t have had to swallow the bitter fruit on her own.
What Feng Shuangrou didn’t know was that at this moment, Changfei was secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
He would never admit it, but what he just said was all made up on the spot—about giving many opportunities and such.
He had just heard it himself moments ago from his own mouth.
He hadn’t expected himself to be so clever, coming up with such an excuse… cough cough!
A reason!
To deal with her.
Before he could figure out a proper plan, he could only leave Feng Shuangrou to struggle with the problem herself.
If she could solve it, he wouldn’t need to intervene anymore.
If she couldn’t… well, why was his heart so kind?
If she couldn’t fix it, he really would have to keep thinking of ways to help this pair match.
After all, he still had Xu Yiqing’s love to sort out…
Was it really okay to take on so many tasks at once?
Fortunately, Feng Shuangrou’s love progress had already reached 89%.
Although it was slipping, a good phone call to talk things over should be enough…
“Bastard! Scoundrel, just go die! I don’t want your love! Bastard! You didn’t think about me all year? I hate you! Just go die!” Feng Shuangrou’s crying and cursing reached Changfei’s ears, leaving him dumbfounded.
He hurriedly took out his Matchmaker’s booklet to check.
Feng Shuangrou’s love progress was plummeting sharply—almost down to 60% in the blink of an eye!
If it slid any further, it would hit zero!
Panicked, Changfei no longer cared about his image.
He slammed his hand on the table and tried to leap over it to snatch the phone from Feng Shuangrou, stopping her from continuing her conversation with Leng Chenluo.
But he failed to clear the table.
He didn’t trip or fall, but… the table was accidentally smashed into two halves by her slap.
“Uh…” Changfei, lying on the floor, felt awkward.
He had been leaning forward, so when the table was broken, he naturally fell perfectly onto the ground.
Hearing the voice, Feng Shuangrou looked at the man sitting on the floor in surprise, then quietly ended the call and asked with concern, “Matchmaker God? What… are you doing?”
“Ahem! I’m very angry! When I get angry, I can’t help but want to smash the table and then sit among the ruins!” Changfei thought for a moment and answered like that.
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