She was about to turn around and leave.

"Matchmaker Li, where are you going?" Yu Linglong said angrily, running up to Li Muge and blocking her way.

"Miss Yu, you've misunderstood. I just remembered I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll be going now."

"Don't leave." Yu Linglong bit her lip and, without saying a word, knelt down in front of Li Muge on the street.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't you care about your reputation?" Li Muge had no choice but to help Yu Linglong up.

Go back inside and close the door.

“Reputation? What reputation do I have now?” Yu Linglong’s tears fell in large drops.

"Matchmaker Li, I beg you, my father has fallen ill because of what happened to me."

"As long as you act as a matchmaker for me, I'll marry anyone, whether they're older or have children."

"Either a gambler or a wife-beater will do, as long as you can marry me off, otherwise my father will die."

“This…” Li Muge felt a bit of a headache: “Miss Yu, we can’t be too rash about this. What if your father finds out that you’re going to marry someone like this?”

"I doubt they'd agree. Besides, marrying someone like that would be adding insult to injury. It's better not to marry at all."

Li Muge softened her tone. Yu Linglong had indeed taken advantage of Ale's feelings back then, so she naturally wouldn't stop Ale from taking revenge on Yu Linglong.

"No, Matchmaker Li, nowadays, besides these people, no one else will marry me. Who would want a woman who brings bad luck to her husband!"

Yu Linglong was still grieving the loss of her husband, but Li Muge discovered something.

Ale, dressed in a black cloak, stood across the street, silently watching them.