After I Blocked the Matchmaker Customer Service, He Came for Door-to-door Service - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
My mom told Xie Chi to leave.
She rarely lost control like this.
Her hands gripped the edge of the coffee table, her knuckles white, but her voice was pressed very low.
“Mianmian, go back to your room first.”
Those words yanked me straight back to my childhood.
Every time Uncle Chen came to our house and talked to my mom in the living room, she would tell me to go back to my room.
I would lie by the crack in the door and watch Uncle Chen place a red cloth bundle on the table.
My mom would cry and shake her head.
Uncle Chen said, “If you don’t accept it, she’ll suffer in the future too.”
I was too young then to understand.
Later, when I asked my mom about it, she said it was grown-up business.
I never asked again.
Now, all the details I had overlooked rose up one by one, like shards of glass submerged at the bottom of the water.
Xie Chi said, “Auntie, you’ve met people from the Matchmaking Shop before.”
My mom jerked her head up to look at him.
“Who exactly are you?”
“Xie Chi, Marriage After-Sales Department.”
“After-sales?”
She laughed, and it looked worse than crying.
“Where were you twenty years ago?”
My heart sank.
Xie Chi fell silent.
My mom sat back down on the sofa, as if she had aged several years in an instant.
She said, “When your dad left, I thought I wouldn’t be able to go on living.”
My dad didn’t die.
He ran off with someone else.
That was a taboo subject in our family.
My mom never cursed him. She only said he wasn’t cut out for ordinary life.
When I was six, she burned all their wedding photos.
After they were gone, she held me and cried the whole night.
The next day, Uncle Chen came.
He said there was a place that could alter a person’s marriage fate.
They could cut off my mom’s rotten marriage thread and transfer the remaining good fortune to her child.
That way, my mom would never be deceived by men again, and I would have a good marriage in the future too.
My mom believed it at the time.
She thought it was a blessing.
Until later, when every time I fell in love, I would fall seriously ill.
In senior year, I once liked a boy.
His grades had been average, but after he sat next to me, he improved all the way, and in the end, he got into a top university.
As for me, I came down with a fever the night before the college entrance exam and bombed the math test.
In college, I dated someone once.
His family’s business suddenly came back from the dead, and he grew more and more clingy with me.
The day we broke up, I was hit by an electric scooter on the roadside and broke my wrist.
My mom thought my fate was too harsh. She was afraid I would get hurt again, so she desperately pushed me to go on blind dates.
She thought blind dates were steadier than dating for love.
She didn’t know that blind dates only brought people to my side faster so they could drain my luck.
By the time I finished listening, my palms were slick with sweat.
“What about Uncle Chen?”
My mom said nothing.
Xie Chi answered for her. “He isn’t an ordinary person.”
“He was a matchmaker for the Matchmaking Shop back then.”
“After the shop was sealed, he escaped with a batch of wrongly connected Red String.”
I asked, “Why has he been watching me all this time?”
Xie Chi opened his toolbox and took out a dark red thread.
“Because the Supply Thread on you has been nurtured for twenty-three years. It’s already capable of feeding back to the matchmaker.”
“The more blind dates you go on, the more he takes.”
I wanted to throw up.
Not from disgust.
It was that all the bad luck that had nowhere to land for so many years suddenly had a name.
My mom asked in a trembling voice, “Can it be fixed?”
Xie Chi looked at me.
“Yes.”
“But once the source of the malfunction is confirmed, cutting the thread requires the user’s own consent.”
I asked, “What happens after it’s cut?”
Xie Chi said, “You’ll get your own good fortune back.”
“What about my mom?”
He paused.
“She willingly signed a Fortune Transfer Contract back then. Once the thread is cut, she may remember all the pain that was suppressed.”
My mom’s face went as white as paper.
I looked at her.
She turned her face away.
“Cut it.”
I said, “Mom.”
Her tears fell.
“Cut it.”
“Mianmian, I can’t let you hurt in my place anymore.”
