"let's go."
Wang Yong walked in front, while He Muchen and Zhou Rui walked behind hand in hand. Zhou Rui said in a low voice, "Honey, I can't control my emotions. I really want to go up and beat up this actor Wang."
"Honey, calm down. We won't resort to violence. He's going to the Temple of the Matchmaker to pray for a good marriage, right? How about we kindly help him find a wife—the kind who beats him up every day?"
Zhou Rui's eyes widened in surprise. He gave He Muchen a thumbs up, wanting to praise him for being great, but then felt it wasn't quite right.
"Honey, what do you think of my idea?"
Zhou Rui chuckled dryly, "It's a good idea, but wouldn't it be a bit unethical?"
"Really? We're just trying to help him find a good match, how is that immoral?"
"He's foul-mouthed, so why should people beat him up?"
After listening to He Muchen's explanation, Zhou Rui thought it made some sense. "Hmm, it seems like we can't blame anyone else."
“Right, he can only blame himself for his sharp tongue. He can’t blame anyone else.” He Muchen said as he walked with his arm around Zhou Rui’s waist.
The three arrived at the Temple of the Matchmaker, only to find that the entrance was already crowded with people.
Wang Yong angrily turned to look at the two culprits who had prevented him from being the first to seek a marriage partner.
Zhou Rui stared in astonishment at the deserted entrance, his mouth agape.
He Muchen helped him support his chin, saying, "Wife, let me support your chin a bit."
Zhou Rui rolled his eyes at He Muchen, "Are matchmakers really that good these days?"
He Muchen held Zhou Rui's hand and said, "Yeah, I guess so. But I heard that the Yue Lao Temple here is very famous. They say that every prayer you make will be answered."
Zhou Rui and Wang Yong both looked at He Muchen in surprise. Wang Yong asked He Muchen before Zhou Rui could.
"Mu Chen, how did you know that the Matchmaker Temple here is so famous?"
"You wouldn't be here secretly seeking another marriage partner behind your wife's back, would you?"
“He Muchen, I never expected you to be this kind of person.” Wang Yong kept talking, and no one else could get a word in edgewise.
Wang Yong looked at He Muchen with disdain, because he admired devoted people and he really didn't expect that He Muchen would be secretly seeking a matchmaker outside of his wife's life.
Isn't he afraid he'll be too busy to handle everything?
"Wang Yong, are you out of your mind? You're making up all sorts of nonsense."
He Muchen quickly explained to Zhou Rui beside him, "Wife, don't listen to him. I didn't ask the God of Love to arrange another marriage for me."
"I only came here half a year ago to beg the God of Love to bring you back to my side as soon as possible."
“I didn’t believe in these things before, but I searched all over the world for you and couldn’t find you. I heard from others that the matchmaking temple here is very effective, so I came here to give it a try.”
"Unexpectedly, not long after, I received news of you, and you came back to my side."
Wang Yong found He Muchen's words quite mysterious, which made him feel even more that he should hurry in and pray for a good marriage.
In his haste, he didn't even say hello to He Muchen and Zhou Rui before striding directly toward the Temple of the Matchmaker.
As soon as I stepped into the temple of the Old Man Under the Moon, I was knocked to the ground by a skinny boy running towards me.
It wasn't because he was weak and easily knocked down, but because he was in such a hurry that he didn't notice the boy who was now lying in his arms.
The thin boy didn't dare to look up at him and kept apologizing.
Wang Yong was pressed hard on his groin by the knee, and he gritted his teeth in pain, saying, "Can you get up before apologizing to me? You're pressing down on me..."
"Oh, I'm sorry..." The other person bowed and apologized repeatedly.
An old man's voice came from behind them, "Tang Zheming, you brat, stop right there! I asked you to help me, and you're trying to run away?"
Tang Zheming was so frightened that he ran away without even glancing at who he had bumped into.
Wang Yong intended to get up and grab the brat to settle the score, but before he could even stand up, the boy had already run away in a flash.
Wang Yong saw a photo at his feet, bent down to pick it up, and guessed it was dropped by the boy who had bumped into him earlier.
The old man, panting, asked Wang Yong, "Just now...did you see...a boy dressed all in black, dressed similarly to someone going to a funeral, running off somewhere?"
Wang Yong sized up the old man, and kindly pointed in the direction the boy had just run.
"Thank you, young man."
After thanking him, the old man left in a hurry, and He Muchen and Zhou Rui walked behind him.
He Muchen patted him on the shoulder, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Don't be in a hurry now."
What are you holding in your hand?
Wang Yong held up the photo for him to see, saying, "I just picked it up from the ground."
He Muchen noticed that the person in the photo looked remarkably like his wife. He snatched the photo and examined it closely.
Zhou Rui leaned closer to look and said, "Honey, the person in this photo looks so much like me."
“It looks like you.” He Muchen looked at Wang Yong. “Where did you pick him up?”
"It's right here on the ground! Don't make a fuss, it's just a photo, maybe it was dropped by one of your fans?"
"I'm leaving now. You can continue your research here."
*
After finishing their business, the three walked out of the Temple of the Matchmaker and saw the old man grabbing the boy's ear and cursing, "You're always talking nonsense all day long, and I asked you to come and help me when I came home for the holidays, but you've only been helping for a short while and you're already trying to run away."
"Grandpa, don't we young people have things to do?"
Tang Zheming knew that his idol, Wang Yong, was filming here, so he rushed to buy a ticket home as soon as he had a holiday.
He had originally planned to go with a few fans to wander around the film set today to see if he could bump into his idol, but his old man dragged him to the Matchmaker Temple to help him out early in the morning.
"What could possibly be wrong with you young people? Do you have a girlfriend? Are you going on a date?"
"If it were a date, I would let you go."
"If not, then you'd better go back and help me out."
The old man was pulling the boy's ear with tremendous force, and Wang Yong felt as if his own ear was about to be ripped off.
Wang Yong stepped forward, meddlesome, and coughed lightly. "Ahem... Old man, just say what you want to say. You went too far. I think you almost pulled your grandson's ear off."
The boy looked up at the person who spoke up for him. To his utter surprise, it was his idol who had spoken up for him. He screamed excitedly.
The scream startled everyone around them. Wang Yong was stunned by the child's shout. Could it be that the child was slow to react to pain? The scream was incredibly loud!
Tang Zheming's grandfather was so frightened by his shout that his heart skipped a beat, and he slapped him across the face as soon as he opened his mouth wide.
"Stop yelling, you're scaring people, it's too embarrassing."
Tang Zheming's eyes rolled back after being slapped by his grandfather. He desperately wanted to hide, but it seemed impossible. He had made a huge fool of himself in front of his idol. How could he salvage his image?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com