On the 65th floor of the LZ Corporation tower, in the president’s office, Lezheng Tingyu, the top figure in Shenghua’s foreign trade, closed a folder and rubbed his forehead in distress.
At just 35 years old, this man had been among the top three on the Forbes global billionaire list five years ago.
Yet, despite his success, there was no trace of the usual swagger in his demeanor.
He carried a heavy emotional debt—one unresolved for fourteen years.
Fourteen years ago, if he hadn’t carelessly mentioned that incident, he might have remained in the dark forever.
For fourteen years… the Lezheng family had an heir left out in the world, and that child wasn’t from his uncles, aunts, or siblings… but his own son!
Most crucially, this wasn’t an illegitimate child born from a fling—it was the son of his legally wedded wife, recognized by law.
A true legitimate heir of the Lezheng family!
He had left his legitimate son out in the world for fourteen years… fourteen years!
Lezheng Tingyu couldn’t help but grab his hair.
He thought that fourteen years ago, it was all over.
He thought the foolish woman wasn’t carrying his child.
He thought her departure was out of guilt toward him.
He thought…
“Haha… hahaha… why did it turn out like this…”
Like an enraged lion, he swept all the documents off his desk.
Everything about that child’s birth fourteen years ago proved it was his son!
How laughable… was he blind back then?
That foolish woman came to him time and again, explaining herself repeatedly, yet he thought it was all excuses.
Why didn’t he help her when she needed it most?
It was he who pushed his wife and son away!
Lezheng Tingyu slammed his fists on the desk, his heart bleeding with regret.
Why didn’t he just die back then?
It would’ve spared him this unbearable remorse.
Lost in thought, he recalled the days before their relationship fell apart, when they had discussed names for their child—Lezheng Fei for a girl, Lezheng Fei for a boy… this child…
“President, you called for me?”
His assistant knocked and entered, interrupting his reminiscing.
Lezheng Tingyu glanced at the assistant dazedly, frowning slightly, annoyed at the disruption: “What’s the progress on the investigation I asked for?”
“From the records, it seems Young Master Chu did buy someone’s exam results, taking the top spot from a candidate named Chang Fei,” the assistant said hesitantly.
“But given the young master’s personality, it doesn’t seem like something he’d need to do.
However, after checking with some of his friends, I learned that Chang Fei offended him that same night at a KTV, nearly splashing drinks on him but hitting someone else instead.
The young master had him beaten and fired from the KTV.
An hour later, while driving, the young master almost hit Chang Fei.
That same night, the boy’s residence was struck by a meteor, and he seems to have been severely injured…” The assistant detailed the findings.
Lezheng Tingyu had noticed something off when an issue arose with his son Lezheng Chu’s credit card, prompting him to investigate.
Before the investigation was complete, Chu’s mother followed the trail and uncovered the truth about an incident fourteen years ago that should’ve been buried.
Further digging revealed that everything from fourteen years ago to today connected to one boy—Chang Fei.
Curiosity about this boy grew, and Lezheng Tingyu began investigating him further.
Hearing the assistant’s report, Lezheng Tingyu’s brows furrowed repeatedly.
At the mention of the meteor, he shot to his feet: “Meteor? What happened? Explain clearly!”
The assistant was bewildered.
After years of working for Lezheng Tingyu, he thought he understood his boss’s mind, but now he was completely lost.
With no choice, he recounted the rest of the findings, noting that Lezheng Tingyu seemed distracted, even asking about the boy’s past.
Fortunately, the assistant was thorough and had prepared a detailed file on Chang Fei’s birth and life experiences, which he handed over.
The more Lezheng Tingyu read, the darker his expression became, until he roared: “Damn it!”
The assistant’s heart sank, thinking the boy named Chang Fei was in deep trouble.
Their president was notoriously protective of his family.
Though he felt sorry for the boy—orphaned, targeted by relatives, nearly burned alive, surviving only by some twist of fate—crossing the president meant even a god would face a dead end.
As he thought this, Lezheng Tingyu’s roar echoed: “Find him! Bring that boy to me! If you don’t, don’t bother coming back!”
The assistant quietly opened his laptop, silently shedding a tear for the unknown boy.
Meanwhile, Chang Fei sneezed three times, rubbed his nose, and felt some memories stir.
He stared at Xu Shaxue: “You said… Lezheng Chu strangled you and threw you into that pond?”
“Yes…” Outside the hospital, Xu Shaxue gave a bitter smile.
At Chang Fei’s request, she recounted the night of her death: “That night, Lezheng Chu nearly ran over a boy our age while driving.
I was so angry—how could he be so reckless, not valuing others’ lives?
So… I slapped him and left his car.
It was raining, and he chased after me, begging for forgiveness.
But I didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
He was too cruel—why didn’t he care about people’s lives?
Even earlier, at the KTV, he had that boy fired without hesitation.
I saw that boy walking home without even a proper umbrella, covered in mud…”
Xu Shaxue closed her eyes: “I still remember that boy… so filthy, yet he didn’t complain at all.
He was so strong… but Chu mocked him.
I don’t know why I slapped Chu then.
I wanted to help that boy up, but… maybe I was scared.
Chu pulled me, but I shook him off, and in the momentum, I hit a rock.
When I woke, he was ordering his people to tie stones to my feet and throw me into the lake.
I don’t understand… why was he so heartless…”
As Chang Fei listened, his expression shifted.
Memories from that night resurfaced—the girl who gave him the best gift by humiliating Lezheng Chu.
He instinctively glanced at her fingers…
The red string was broken, but it would connect somewhere eventually.
He didn’t know her personality, but that slap alone made his heart race.
He wanted to hug her again.
At midnight, Chang Fei slipped into the designated hospital window.
If he remembered correctly, the body should still be in the morgue, not yet claimed by her family.
He had to act fast.
A god and a ghost sneaked into the morgue, guided by the Matchmaker booklet, and reached their target without incident—Leng Yiqing.
Leng Yiqing was beautiful, with an icy elegance compared to Xu Shaxue’s warmth.
Even in death, her brows were furrowed, her pale face bloodless, yet Chang Fei sensed a purity untouched by the world’s filth.
“Hurry, while it’s still warm, let’s do this! If it cools, it’s over,” Chang Fei thought excitedly, barely containing himself.
But he kept a calm, composed face, beckoning Xu Shaxue: “Come, child.”
Xu Shaxue hesitated: “If I go in… what happens? Will I still be me? Will I…”
“You’ve got a chance to live again—don’t wait until it’s gone to cherish it,” Chang Fei said solemnly, though his eyes sparkled with anticipation.
His first body possession—what would it be like?
So thrilling!
Xu Shaxue looked into his sincere yet detached eyes, suddenly thinking of the boy nearly hit by the car.
Her expression turned serious.
Even if that boy didn’t know her, she had to tell him…
Her figure vanished beside the body.
Chang Fei’s eyes widened as he leaned closer, but something felt off—his fingers moved on their own.
Looking down, he saw lines on his middle and pinky fingers!
His mind went blank.
He was the Matchmaker God, right? Why were there lines on “his” hands?!
Still dazed, he felt the pinky string tug his finger.
Following it, he met a pair of cold, distant eyes!
“Xu… Shaxue?” His voice trembled as he hid his hand in his sleeve, pinching his thigh hard: What’s going on?
Why do I have a red string?
I’m the Matchmaker God!
Can Matchmakers fall in love?
Was Xu Shaxue’s red string connected to me?!
“Negative. Inner essence -1. Matchmaker misunderstanding.
A Matchmaker with unresolved mortal ties can form emotional connections with humans and enjoy the special event of a heaven-sent match.”
The booklet’s chime clarified his biggest doubt, but Chang Fei’s mood soured.
Even if he could love like a normal person, his physique made a normal relationship impossible!
Lost in thought, Xu Shaxue—no, perhaps Leng Yiqing now—squinted slightly, her nearly colorless lips parting to ask softly, “Who are you?”
That single question hit Chang Fei like a blow.
Trying to stay calm, he countered, “Do you know who “you” are?”
“I’m Leng Yiqing,” the girl replied.
“Are you sure?” Chang Fei, anxious, wanted to ask the booklet: “What if my potential girlfriend lost her memory after body possession, thinks she’s someone else, and doesn’t recognize me? Urgent, help!”
Before he could act, Leng Yiqing’s expression wavered, a hint of warmth appearing in her cold eyes.
She blinked, startled: “Kind person?”
“Hey!” Chang Fei’s heart leaped, responding instantly, only to hear her say, “Will you… really help me… get back together with Lezheng Chu?”
His excited, almost amorous expression froze, replaced by frustration: “I was so worried about you, and your first request is to have me play matchmaker for you and Lezheng Chu?”
Shang Zhi’s note:
This chapter explores Chang Fei’s emotional turmoil as a Matchmaker God navigating his new role and unexpected personal feelings.
The story continues to balance humor and heart, with Chang Fei learning the importance of maintaining the right mindset.
Hope readers find this step engaging!