Chapter 150 He Calls You Moon Soul

The next morning.

Just as Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin finished breakfast, Shen Yuepo's phone rang.

"Moon Soul, I'm at the entrance of your residential area. You can leave anytime." Xiao Yizhou's voice came through the receiver, still gentle.

"Okay, I'll be right down." Shen Yuepo hung up the phone.

Feng Jin naturally stood up and followed behind her.

The two entered the elevator together.

In the cramped space, Feng Jin naturally reached out and grasped Chen Yuepo's hand.

Shen Yuepo glanced at him, meeting the undisguised declaration in his eyes.

She understood his intentions—to assert his dominance.

She didn't say anything, nor did she try to break free, letting him lead her.

This tacit approval made Feng Jin's lips curl upwards.

The two walked out of the apartment.

Xiao Yizhou was standing next to a black minivan, the morning sunlight falling on him and outlining his tall and straight figure.

When Xiao Yizhou saw the two walking side by side out of the community gate, his gentle smile froze for a second.

He then returned to normal, but the smile never quite reached the depths of his eyes.

Shen Yuepo remained aloof and ethereal.

The man beside her, named Feng Jin, was tall and imposing, with a commanding presence and cold, aloof eyes that seemed to look down on all living beings.

The two walked together, their auras perfectly matched—cool, powerful, and unapproachable.

Their clasped hands silently proclaimed an intimacy that outsiders could not intrude upon.

As Xiao Yizhou watched this scene, he felt as if something had stabbed him hard in the heart, leaving him with a bitter and painful feeling.

A bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his lips, but it was fleeting, too quick to catch.

In the end... we still missed each other.

Or rather, he never truly had a ticket to the game.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, quickly adjusted his expression, and stepped forward to meet her, trying his best to maintain his usual gentleness and demeanor: "Moon Soul."

Then, his gaze fell on Feng Jin, and with just the right amount of politeness, he said, "Mr. Feng, we meet again."

Feng Jin's gaze swept lightly over Xiao Yizhou. Although the bitterness was well hidden, how could it escape his eyes?

He nodded slightly in response to Xiao Yizhou's greeting, holding Shen Yuepo's hand without letting go.

“President Xiao.” Shen Yuepo nodded as well, his attitude as usual, as if he had not noticed the silent undercurrent between the two men. “Let’s go.”

"Okay, please get in the car."

As Shen Yuepo was about to bend down, Feng Jin stepped in first, naturally protecting her head and letting her sit down.

Then, he himself followed suit and sat down next to Shen Yuepo.

Xiao Yizhou glanced at the two people in the back seat, who were behaving intimately, and then walked around to the passenger seat.

The driver immediately opened the passenger door for him.

Xiao Yizhou got into the passenger seat.

The driver closed the car door, returned to the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine.

The van smoothly drove away from the bustling streets of the capital.

Xiao Yizhou sat in the passenger seat and could see the two people in the back through the rearview mirror.

Sitting in the back seat, Feng Jin's gaze seemingly casually swept over Xiao Yizhou's profile in the passenger seat before returning to Shen Yuepo's cool profile beside him.

He suddenly turned to the side without warning, his tall figure exuding an invisible sense of oppression, almost reaching Shen Yuepo across the armrest in the middle of the seat.

He lowered his voice, whispering in her ear in a breathy tone that only the two of them could hear, his displeasure evident: "He calls you Moon Soul."

Shen Yuepo: "..."

Without even lifting her eyelids, she raised her hand and pressed her fingertips against Feng Jin's forehead without any politeness, pushing him back into his seat with a little force.

Feng Jin was pushed away by her, and he frowned in dissatisfaction. His dark golden eyes glared at Chen Yuepo with accusation, and then he glanced coldly at the passenger seat.

He didn't say anything, but took out his phone.

Shen Yuepo's phone then vibrated slightly.

She took out her phone and unlocked it; on the screen, there was a small red dot on the WeChat icon.

【酆都穷鬼】：He calls you Moon Spirit.

As Shen Yuepo looked at these words, the corner of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She turned off her phone screen expressionlessly, put it back on her lap, and continued looking out the window.

Less than two minutes later.

"Buzz..." The phone vibrated on my lap again.

Shen Yuepo picked up her phone again.

He calls you Moon Soul.

Shen Yuepo: "..."

Is this person a broken record?!

She ignored it again and turned off the screen once more.

Feng Jin, who was standing next to her, had obviously seen her actions. His thin lips were tightly pursed, showing a stubborn determination to achieve his goal.

He lowered his head, clearly preparing to send a third message.

Shen Yuepo caught a glimpse of his actions out of the corner of her eye and finally could no longer bear it.

She took a deep breath, turned her head, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of warning: "Feng Jin."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear enough in the quiet carriage.

Feng Jin paused in his typing.

Finally, he put away his phone, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Xiao Yizhou could see the subtle movements of the two people in the back through the rearview mirror.

Although he couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, the intimacy in their interaction felt like tiny needles pricking his heart.

A hint of melancholy flashed across his eyes, but he quickly lowered them, concealing all his emotions, and turned his gaze to the fleeting scenery outside the window.

After a three-hour drive, the black van stopped at the foot of a picturesque rural village.

With rolling mountains in the distance, neat fields nearby, and fresh air, it's a place with good feng shui.

Xiao Yizhou got out of the car first, pointed to the lush hillside ahead, and said:

"The ancestral tomb is on the mountain. It is a traditional earth burial, which requires climbing a mountain path and may take some physical effort."

Shen Yuepo remained calm: "It's nothing."

Her years at Qingxu Temple were not for nothing; mountain climbing was just a basic skill.

As for Feng Jin...

With divine protection, this mountain path was no different from a stroll for him.

The four of them walked up the mountain along a repaired stone path.

The mountain road wasn't steep, but it was winding and tortuous.

Just as Shen Yuepo had expected, she and Feng Jin walked with ease, while Xiao Yizhou, who was used to a life of luxury, and the driver were slightly out of breath in the back.

About half an hour later, a wide, sunny mountain area came into view.

This place has been carefully maintained, with neatly trimmed grass and surrounded by pine and cypress trees.

The graves, large and small, were neatly arranged, and each tombstone was clean and tidy.

This mountain area was clearly contracted by the Xiao family specifically for the placement of their ancestors' graves.

"This is it," Xiao Yizhou said, pointing to the mountainous area.