Chapter 9 I have money. I just earned it last night, a hundred yuan!

The following morning, at the Shen family's main residence.

Inside the luxurious restaurant, the air is filled with the aroma of freshly ground coffee and delicate pastries.

Madam Shen sat beside the main seat, her dark circles barely concealed, and her eyes slightly red and swollen.

She barely touched the food in front of her, her gaze cautiously following Shen Yuepo sitting next to her.

Shen Yuepo was still wearing that faded gray-blue Taoist robe, which seemed completely out of place in this luxurious environment.

She was quietly eating a small bowl of congee in front of her, her head bowed.

Madam Shen took a deep breath, as if she had made a tremendous decision.

She pushed aside the almost untouched plate in front of her, took out a jet-black card from her handbag, and carefully pushed it in front of Shen Yuepo.

“Moon Soul…” Madam Shen’s voice softened deliberately, “You take this.”

"This is a small token of Mom and Dad's appreciation, there's no limit. Buy whatever you want, clothes, jewelry, bags... or go out for a walk and buy whatever you like, just don't deprive yourself..."

She paused, glancing at Shen Yuepo's expressionless profile, then quickly added:

"Your older brother has an important merger and acquisition meeting at his company today and really can't get away. He'll be back later and will definitely apologize to you properly."

Shen Yuepo finally lifted her gaze from the congee.

She didn't say anything. She simply pushed the card back in front of Madam Shen.

Madam Shen's ingratiating smile froze instantly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Shen Yuepo frowned almost imperceptibly.

Has her, this nominal mother, lost her tear switch? How can she cry so easily?

“No need,” Shen Yuepo interrupted her. “I have money.”

I just earned this last night, a hundred yuan!

Chairman Shen snapped the newspaper shut. “Moon Spirit, this is a small token of my parents’ affection.”

“I appreciate your kind gesture,” Shen Yuepo stood up, “but I don’t need it.”

After saying that, she turned around and left the restaurant.

As we approached the corner leading to the second floor, a figure practically leaped out.

His gaze toward Shen Yuepo was filled with awe:

"Young Miss, last night... last night we were so grateful for your talisman! Thank you so much for saving my life, Young Miss."

Shen Yuepo stopped in his tracks. "It's all your own destiny."

If he had been disdainful yesterday and carelessly discarded the amulet, today only a wisp of a departed soul would remain, lamenting in vain.

Only after the gray-blue figure disappeared at the end of the stairs did Old Wang dare to straighten up, his eyes filled with even deeper awe.

Shen Yuepo returned to her room on the second floor.

She didn't turn on the lights and walked straight to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window is a meticulously maintained European-style garden, bathed in sunshine, filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers—a scene of tranquility and beauty.

Her gaze fell downwards, and the last expression on her face before she put Xiao Wanxing into the white jade bracelet last night was once again clearly visible before her eyes.

There was no hatred in those eyes, only longing for family:

"Master, I no longer wish for revenge. Please find my body and let me rest in peace. My only wish is to see my family and Brother Yu Bai one last time."

At that moment, Shen Yuepo felt a slight stirring in his heart and asked her why she had given up on revenge.

Xiao Wanxing's soul fluctuated violently: "Because Shen Yurou has something on her body, a golden light."

A hint of doubt flashed in Shen Yuepo's eyes. Was it a protective magic artifact?

A magical artifact that can instill fear in a resentful spirit on the verge of becoming a vengeful ghost?

However, when she first met Shen Yurou in the living room yesterday, she had no idea that Shen Yurou possessed such a rare treasure.

Either the magical artifact is of an extremely high level, far exceeding her current perception capabilities.

Or perhaps there's someone incredibly skilled covering for her behind that little white flower.

Shen Yuepo suddenly flicked her finger and tapped the white jade bracelet three times, neither too hard nor too soft.

"What is it?" The voice carried a hint of impatience at being disturbed.

Shen Yuepo was already used to his tone and cut straight to the point:

"Is what you're looking for inside the Shen family's main residence?"

A brief silence.

A moment later, that languid voice rang out:

"I'm not looking for anything here. Does the Shen family own any other properties besides this main residence?"

Shen Yuepo pursed her lips: "I don't know."

Feng Jin: "..."

Shen Yuepo: "I'll go ask about it later."

She turned around and walked straight to the small flower hall on the first floor.

Madam Shen was sitting alone on a European-style sofa chair by the window, gazing absently at the meticulously maintained garden outside.

Shen Yuepo's footsteps were very light, and it wasn't until he got close that Madam Shen realized it.

A flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she asked cautiously, "Moon Soul? Do you... do you need anything?"

Without much thought, Shen Yuepo cut to the chase: "Excuse me, do you have a xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute)..."

She suddenly realized that she didn't know Xiao Wanxing's brother's name, so she changed her question to: "Jiang Yubai's contact information?"

"Yu Bai?" Madam Shen was clearly taken aback, a look of confusion on her face. "What do you need his contact information for?"

She seemed to have thought of something bad, "Yu Bai is currently in a terrible predicament because of Wan Xing's matter..."

Just then, a voice filled with heavy sarcasm abruptly broke in:

"Heh, you really can't wait?"

Shen Yichuan appeared at the entrance of the flower hall at some point, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.

His handsome face was devoid of any warmth, displaying only undisguised contempt and disgust that pierced Shen Yuepo.

"You refused the black card Mom offered earlier. I thought you really had some backbone." Shen Yichuan walked in step by step.

"So that's what you were waiting for? Unable to get close to the Shen family, you're already rushing to curry favor with the Jiang family?"

He walked up to Shen Yuepo and looked down at her from his superior position.

Those eyes, which bore a resemblance to Shen Yuepo's, now held a naked warning and contempt:

"Jiang Yubai? What are you asking about him for? You, a dead Taoist priest who just returned to the Shen family and is wearing this mismatched Taoist robe, do you think you're worthy of dreaming about becoming the future leader of the Jiang family?"

"Yichuan!" Madam Shen suddenly stood up. "How could you say such a thing about your sister! Yuepo, she..."

"Sister?" Shen Yichuan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, but his eyes became even colder.

"When did the Shen family ever need someone like this, who pretends to be a ghost, as a sister? Mom, don't be fooled by her aloof appearance."

He abruptly turned to Shen Yuepo, his voice extremely low:

"Chen Yuepo, I'm warning you. Put away your shady thoughts and stay away from the Jiang family! Is it that you want to steal everything Yu Rou likes?"

How could he, as the older brother, not know Shen Yurou's feelings for Jiang Yubai?

If Jiang Yubai didn't have a fiancée, he and Shen Wangchuan probably would have knocked him unconscious and put him on Shen Yurou's bed.

Shen Yuepo listened quietly, without the slightest ripple on his face.

She slowly raised her head only after Shen Yichuan finished uttering the last syllable.

Those overly clear eyes seemed to be looking at an unreasonable, clown.

Shen Yichuan felt a strange tightness in his chest under her gaze, and the words he was about to say stuck in his throat.