Chapter 147 I know, Lin Yanxin's little junior sister.

Shen Yuepo quickly suppressed his astonishment, regained his usual aloofness, and reached out to shake hands with him: "Shen Yuepo."

Meng Guichen's red lips curved into a smile, with a hint of familiarity and mockery: "I know you, you're that dog Lin Yanxin's junior sister."

"Damn it?" That's quite fitting.

Shen Yuepo paused almost imperceptibly, her tone calm, "Miss Meng knows my senior brother?"

Meng Guichen's red lips curved slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes: "What? Lin Yanxin hasn't mentioned me to you?"

She toyed with a strand of hair that fell across her chest, thinking, "I gave him so many bowls of Meng Po soup, and he's so heartless."

Upon hearing the name "Lin Yanxin," Zhang Qingyuan, who was standing nearby, instantly became energetic.

He excitedly stepped forward, squeezed in front of Meng Guichen, and warmly extended his hand:

"You know Senior Brother Lin too? That's great! I'm going to Xujing Temple to find him tomorrow! Would you like to come along? Let's get acquainted. I'm Zhang Qingyuan from Longhu Mountain!"

Looking at the handsome, sunny young Taoist priest with clear eyes, Meng Guichen's beautiful eyes flashed with a sly light.

She didn't shake his hand, but instead lazily twirled a strand of her long, wavy hair, her voice carrying a languid allure: "Oh? You're going to see Lin Yanxin?"

Her eyes sparkled, and her smile deepened. "That's perfect. Please pass on a message to him for me."

She leaned forward slightly, getting closer to Zhang Qingyuan, and said in a low voice, "Tell him that he owes me the Meng Po soup."

After saying that, she straightened up, winked at Zhang Qingyuan, and left with a meaningful smile.

Then he turned to Feng Jin, his posture becoming more restrained, and nodded slightly: "Your Majesty, this subordinate takes his leave."

As soon as she finished speaking, she swayed away, leaving behind only a faint, lingering fragrance.

Zhang Qingyuan remained in the gesture of reaching out, stunned by Meng Guichen's words.

The Emperor? A subordinate?

He suddenly looked at Feng Jin, then at Chen Yuepo, his mind buzzing: Could this imposing and handsome man also be from below?

Fellow Daoist Shen, your boyfriend is no ordinary person?!

Or is it the Emperor?!

Feng Jin didn't care about Meng Guichen's departure at all; his attention was entirely on Shen Yuepo.

Instead of loosening his grip on Shen Yuepo's hand, he gently scratched her palm with his fingertips, a hint of displeasure in his expression.

"I've only been gone for two days, and you've already brought another man home?"

Shen Yuepo disliked him, and her words, though calm, were quite sarcastic: "Well, next time you might meet someone else."

Before Feng Jin could speak, Zhang Qingyuan, who was standing to the side, finally came to his senses from the shock and happened to hear Feng Jin's jealous words.

He quickly stepped forward, distanced himself from the situation, and gave Feng Jin a sincere smile, explaining:

"You must be Fellow Daoist Shen's boyfriend, right? Don't misunderstand, I'm here to see Master Shen on important business, really!"

"My relationship with Master Shen is absolutely pure and innocent, you can rest assured!"

He patted his chest and assured them, his eyes utterly honest.

This guy looks like a big shot from the underworld; I need to get on his good side!

Upon hearing the word "boyfriend," Feng Jin's expression towards Zhang Qingyuan finally softened somewhat.

He could obviously see that the young man in front of him was simple-minded and his eyes were too honest.

But seeing Shen Yuepo standing with other men, especially that man surnamed Xiao who looked so affectionate, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

Feng Jin's icy gaze swept over, making Zhang Qingyuan instinctively shrink his neck.

His thin lips parted slightly, revealing an arrogance and confidence that seemed to look down upon the world:

"Of course I know you're innocent. Having seen me, why would she want you?"

Shen Yuepo: "..."

She felt a vein throb on her forehead.

Zhang Qingyuan: "..."

He was first taken aback, then his face instantly turned bright red.

Half of it was embarrassment, and the other half was being choked by this overly blunt and hurtful truth.

Although that's true...

But could you be a little more tactful?!

He felt like a rabbit who had accidentally wandered into a dragon's lair and was trying to explain that he hadn't stolen any gold coins—weak, pitiful, and helpless.

He could only manage a couple of dry laughs, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground: "Yes, yes, yes... you're right!"

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely eerie.

A night breeze blew by, swirling up a few fallen leaves and making a rustling sound, adding to the awkward silence.

Finally, Shen Yuepo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and broke the deadlock with a blank expression: "Let's go upstairs."

She took the lead and entered the residential area.

Feng Jin held her hand tightly and followed her without hesitation.

Looking at the powerful yet awkward couple in front of him, Zhang Qingyuan felt like a multi-watt light bulb.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow cautiously behind, trying my best to minimize my presence.

The elevator was cramped, and the atmosphere was even more stagnant.

Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin stood side by side, neither of them speaking, but the invisible tension between them almost froze the air.

Zhang Qingyuan huddled in the corner, eyes downcast, barely daring to breathe.

We finally arrived at the entrance of Shen Yuepo's apartment.

When the door was opened, the living room was empty; Lu Ningshuang, her brother, and Zhang Lin had not yet returned.

"They haven't come back yet. Sit down for a bit, they should be back soon," Shen Yuepo said to Zhang Qingyuan, then walked towards the kitchen to pour him a glass of water.

However, as soon as she took a step, her wrist was firmly gripped by Feng Jin's large hand.

Without saying a word, he grabbed her and headed straight for the bedroom.

"Hey! You..." Shen Yuepo frowned and tried to break free.

Feng Jin ignored her and forcefully pushed and pulled her into the room.

Then, he turned around and closed the door, leaving the bewildered Zhang Qingyuan in the living room.

Zhang Qingyuan stared at the closed bedroom door, stood there for a few seconds, and then silently walked to the sofa and sat down.

He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it, but his ears involuntarily perked up, alertly watching for any sounds coming from the bedroom.

What if I hear something I shouldn't hear later?

Zhang Qingyuan's heart pounded, and various images flashed uncontrollably through his mind, making his face even redder.

He quickly shook his head and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

Inside the bedroom.

Feng Jin pulled Chen Yuepo along and walked a few steps to the single sofa by the window.

Without hesitation, he sat down, then pulled Shen Yuepo into his arms, catching her off guard, and she fell onto his strong thighs.

"What are you doing?" Shen Yuepo's cheeks flushed instantly as she struggled to get up.

This position was too intimate, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Feng Jin seemed not to hear her protests, tightening his arms and not allowing her to break free.

He lowered his head, his dark golden eyes falling on her face, which was flushed with anger, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you angry with me?"

Shen Yuepo's struggling movements suddenly stopped.

"No." She denied it outright, her voice stiff, but her eyes instinctively tried to avoid his gaze.