Chapter 149 Feng Jin, can you please tone down your cold aura?

Shen Yuepo expressionlessly moved her phone a little further away.

Once the roaring sounds subsided slightly, he put the phone back in his ear: "Keep your voice down. Found it."

"What?" Lin Yanxin was clearly taken aback, her roar abruptly stopping. "...Found it? Who? Is it reliable?"

"Zhang Qingyuan, a disciple of Longhu Mountain," Shen Yuepo said succinctly. "He is of pure heart and has good potential. He will be there tomorrow."

"From Longhu Mountain?!"

Lin Yanxin's voice instantly rose a pitch, but this time it was a pleasant surprise.

"Oh, you should have said so earlier! Coming from Longhu Mountain, your foundation must be solid!"

"Oh my, Little Moon, you've finally done something right! Don't worry, I'll make sure he feels right at home!" His tone changed so quickly it was astonishing.

Hearing his irritating voice, Shen Yuepo could almost see Zhang Qingyuan being bossed around by Lin Yanxin.

A slightly mischievous smile curled at the corner of her lips as she slowly added, "Oh, by the way, what's your relationship with Meng Guichen?"

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

A deathly silence. Even the sound of breathing seemed to have vanished.

After a full five or six seconds, Lin Yanxin's extremely unnatural voice finally came through:

"Huh? Hello? Hello? What did you say? Oh dear... the signal isn't very good in the mountains..."

"Buzz... Can't hear you... Hello? I'm hanging up!"

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The call was abruptly ended.

Shen Yuepo raised an eyebrow as she watched the screen display that the call had ended.

This reaction... was even more intense than she had anticipated.

She put down her phone, and a scene from three years ago involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Lin Yanxin, who was always cheerful and carefree, seemed to have lost her soul.

Without a word, he climbed onto the roof of the dilapidated old house of Xujing Temple and cried loudly all night.

The cries echoed through the valley, filled with grief, indignation, and grievance, just like those of a young wife who had been abandoned.

After that night, Lin Yanxin was listless for several days, looking at everyone with an expression that said life was not worth living.

Shen Yuepo was baffled at the time, but now, connecting Meng Guichen's words with Lin Yanxin's reaction of avoiding him like the plague...

There's definitely a story between these two.

Moreover, it's a big story!

The more she thought about it, the more curious she became, and her cool eyes gleamed with a spirit of inquiry.

It seems that after the Xiao family's affairs are settled, it will be necessary to pay more attention to my senior brother's love life.

Shen Yuepo's fingertips were still on the screen, pondering Lin Yanxin and Meng Guichen's matter, when her phone started buzzing again.

The name "Xiao Yizhou" was displayed on the screen.

She swiped to answer the call: "Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Yizhou's gentle and steady voice came from the other end of the phone: "Moon Soul, did I disturb you?"

"As usual, I've already donated half of today's payment, and the rest has been transferred to your account. Please check the amount, and let me know if you have any questions."

"Okay, thank you." Shen Yuepo glanced at the bank transfer notification that had just popped up; the amount was quite substantial.

"It's my pleasure," Xiao Yizhou said sincerely. "You've really had a hard day. I didn't even have time to treat you to dinner."

His voice was filled with genuine apology, "Have you... eaten yet? Would you like me to have someone send you some food?"

Just then, Feng Jin suddenly walked over, grabbed Shen Yuepo's wrist (which wasn't holding her phone), and pulled her up from the sofa.

"Shen Yuepo, dinner's ready."

On the dining table, steaming hot food had been laid out sometime earlier.

It was clearly arranged by the food delivery ghosts while Shen Yuepo was on the phone.

Xiao Yizhou on the other end of the phone clearly heard the male voice, and the call instantly fell into a subtle silence.

Xiao Yizhou's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped his phone.

He called at this hour to see if Feng Jin was with Shen Yuepo.

Surprisingly, it really is there.

He really wanted to ask why this man was still at her house so late, and even what their relationship was.

But... he had no grounds to stand on, and he was even more afraid of hearing answers he didn't want to hear.

After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Yizhou's voice rang out again, still gentle:

"It seems you've already started eating. Then I won't disturb you any longer."

Shen Yuepo glanced at her wrist, which was being tightly gripped by Feng Jin, then at the steaming food on the table, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Okay. Mr. Xiao, if there's nothing else, I'll go eat now."

"...Okay. Get some rest." Xiao Yizhou's voice carried a hint of undisguised disappointment before the call was disconnected.

Shen Yuepo put down her phone.

Feng Jin released his grip.

She walked to the dining table, sat down, and picked up her chopsticks.

Feng Jin also pulled out a chair and sat down next to her, but did not immediately pick up his chopsticks.

His gaze was fixed on Shen Yuepo's profile, breaking the brief silence at the dining table:

"This guy surnamed Xiao likes you."

Shen Yuepo continued picking up food without pausing for a moment. "Hmm. I vaguely sensed it; his attitude towards me was indeed a bit too considerate."

She paused, swallowing the food in her mouth: "But he didn't say anything explicitly, so I shouldn't presume to say anything. Tomorrow I'm going with him to visit the Xiao family's ancestral tombs; we might have to stay overnight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jin's aura instantly turned cold, and obvious displeasure surged in his eyes.

Before he could express his dissatisfaction, Shen Yuepo calmly picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and stuffed it directly into Feng Jin's mouth.

Feng Jin: "...?"

He was taken aback by the sudden feeding and instinctively opened his mouth, the sweet, sour, and crispy taste spreading across his tongue.

Shen Yuepo said slowly, "If you're not busy, come with me."

Feng Jin's tightly clenched lips curled into a pleased smile.

He picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and then leaned forward slightly, with a hint of pushing his luck:

"Then you can tell me now why you're angry with me?"

He clearly hadn't forgotten Shen Yuepo's words, "I don't like the look of you."

Shen Yuepo paused in her chopsticks, avoiding his gaze, and said stiffly, "No."

Feng Jin gave a light snort of dissatisfaction, but did not pursue the matter further. He simply picked up his chopsticks and continued eating with Shen Yuepo.

late at night.

In her drowsy sleep, Shen Yuepo vaguely felt that the temperature inside the blanket seemed much lower than usual.

A chill emanated from her, causing her to curl up and burrow deeper into the warm blankets.

However, the chill lingered.

She endured for a few minutes, then finally turned over impatiently, facing Feng Jin who was lying next to her with his eyes closed.

In the darkness, she reached out and nudged Feng Jin, her voice heavy with sleepiness and dissatisfaction: "Feng Jin, could you please turn off this coldness around you... I'm cold."

"..."

Feng Jin suddenly opened his eyes, his voice low and hoarse from just waking up: "Cold?"

He then realized that the ghostly chill he had unconsciously emitted was causing her distress.

With a slight thought, the invisible chill around him instantly receded like a tide, disappearing without a trace.

At the same time, he stretched out his long arm and pulled Shen Yuepo even tighter into his embrace.

He lowered his head and gently brushed his chin against the top of her head, his voice tinged with a hint of resentment: "Chen Yuepo, you're complaining about me again."

Shen Yuepo was held in his arms, and the annoying chill finally disappeared.

Overcome with drowsiness, she only managed a muffled "hmm" before adjusting to a more comfortable position in his arms and falling into a deep sleep.