Love Fraud

[My new story next door, I Swapped Souls with My Mortal Enemy, is now available. Welcome to read it~]

Yue Manlou never expected that after serving as the Matchmaker for a thousand years, she’d end up in the miserable position of being unable to pay her employees.

With no other choice, and unwilling to let her little immortals starve, Yue Manlou had to descend to the mortal realm herself and tie romantic bonds for people.

When she accidentally severed a doomed relationship, her merit balance skyrocketed. She had an epiphany: this seems a lot faster than tying red strings of fate!!!

So Yue Manlou began livestreaming fortune-telling about people’s love lives while eagerly severing doomed relationships.

Then she accidentally predicted a scandal involving a popular movie star. Overnight, Yue Manlou became the entertainment industry’s judge of love and relationships.

This actor seems pretty decent, with an innocent image. Let’s have Yue Manlou take a look. Oh! Married with a kid. His image is ruined.

That idol only just turned eighteen this year, so he should be fine, right? Yue Manlou makes a calculation. Oh! He’s dated three people. His image is ruined.

Surely the veteran actor, who’s been hailed as one half of an exemplary celebrity couple for decades, won’t have his image ruined?

Yue Manlou silently stares at the blue ribbon on him, unlike the red threads, and falls silent.

The entertainment industry’s judge of love! You need her!

A Little Scene:

As a “venerable old immortal” who had lived for over a thousand years and was dating a little fox who was only three hundred, Yue Manlou worried every day that they’d have a generation gap.

Then one day, Yue Manlou woke up to find Shen Jishu brewing tea and burning incense. He’d even learned the lost art of incense-making from five hundred years ago.

Yue Manlou: “...?”

A flush spread across Shen Jishu’s stunning, otherworldly face. “...They said people of your generation were good at this.”

Yue Manlou understood. She coughed twice and buttoned his shirt all the way to the top. “Tea is fine. Be careful not to catch a chill.”

The little fox turned bright red.

Important Warning:

This story is entirely fictional. Please don’t apply it to real life. It has no real-life inspirations or hidden meanings. The entertainment industry in this story is fictional, and every story is made up!!!

Blurb for I Swapped Souls with My Mortal Enemy

An independent, willful heiress x a man who acts tough but is actually head over heels for her

Three years after divorcing her ex-husband, Shang Xi had shares in a company, financial freedom, and a life that was going just fine. She wasn’t remotely envious of her ex-husband’s billions, and she took his occasional concern for her as nothing more than family socializing. She was focused on living her own carefree life.

But one stormy night, she woke up in her ex-husband’s body.

She fumbled for her phone in the dark. The lock screen was unmistakably a photo of her asleep in high school.

And that wasn’t all. Her missing scarves and hair ties from all these years were stuffed in the bedside table, on the desk, in the walk-in closet...

Shang Xi’s sleep-addled brain slowly caught up.

Oh no. He’s a pervert!

A Little Scene:

Lin Qingmeng was chatting with her best friend about her ideal type. In the middle of the conversation, she suddenly asked, “Didn’t you date an eighteen-year-old college guy when you were abroad? Why did you break up?”

“Shang Xi” stared at her with a distant look, lips pressed tight. “Funny you should ask. I’d like to know why we broke up, too.”

“Once men turn twenty-five, they’re already sixty, so you really can’t beat college guys!” Lin Qingmeng declared passionately. Then she turned around and saw Shang Xi looking utterly miserable. Oblivious, she twisted the knife. “Didn’t you say that yourself?”

“Shang Xi” shut her eyes. All hope seemed lost.

A Little Scene 2:

Lin Zaishui noticed his friend had been acting strange lately. The wedding ring he never took off was gone, his phone lock screen had become an ordinary landscape, and even his unbearable, cutting personality had softened.

It was as if he’d suddenly shed his widower persona and turned into a cheerful, sunny young man.

Lin Zaishui couldn’t resist probing. “What, have you finally accepted that you’re divorced?”

“Wen Sijue” glanced at him. “If it’s a fact, why wouldn’t I accept it?”

“Oh,” Lin Zaishui said, nodding knowingly. “Don’t worry. I’ll never tell anyone else about how you drank two bottles of baijiu back then, fighting tooth and nail, and ended up in the hospital getting your stomach pumped.”

“Wen Sijue”: “...”

Theme: Sincerity deserves sincerity, and falsehood gets falsehood.