The moon shone brightly, lending the outskirts an especially tranquil air. Qin Fen had his head lowered, keeping his face out of the moonlight, but the faint glow reflected from his phone revealed Chef Qin's eerie grin. Holding his phone, he typed slowly, brimming with confidence. "The fish is in the net!"
That was right—not on the hook, but in the net. As early as when Qin Fen had started flattering him, an invisible net had spread toward the duty star official, enveloping him from every direction.
The duty star official's heart went cold. The Library was such an enticing promise that he had plunged straight in and could not climb back out. Even knowing now that Qin Fen had an ulterior motive, he could not bear to give it up. After all, the boundless merit and all those benefits were impossible to let go of. His only regret was that he had bragged without first having a proper discussion with Matchmaker Yue.
And he had bragged right in front of Natural Daoist, too. Alas, if he had talked it over with Matchmaker Yue, perhaps he would not have fallen for it so easily. The duty star official truly did not want to deal with Qin Fen. You bastard! That flattery of yours stripped away every last bit of my vigilance!
It hurts so much inside. The duty star official looked miserable, unsure how to answer Qin Fen's question.
Watching the thoughts running through the other man's mind, Qin Fen lit a cigarette. "Would talking to Matchmaker Yue have helped? People have vanity, and immortals are people, too. It's not as though they have no wants. In that case, how could you escape the net of fame and fortune?"
A few flattering remarks from him had cemented this fellow's resolve,