Chapter 91 Life is unpredictable, with too many variables.

After hanging up Lu Jin's call, Shen Yuepo's thoughts stirred slightly, and her voice directly entered the space within the ring:

"Lin Cheng, is No. 18 Qixia Road, Songshan Villa District, Block B, Building 3, your adoptive parents' home?"

"Yes! It's there! Master!" Lin Cheng's excited voice rang out from the ring, "It's No. 18 Qixia Road!!"

Before Shen Yuepo could answer, Lin Cheng's voice rang out again:

"Master, after I died, I tried to float into the Lin family's residence, but each time I was repelled by an invisible force. Will I really be able to go in with you the day after tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo's eyes narrowed. "It seems someone has set up an array."

The Lin family is quite interesting.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone.

Inside the elegantly decorated private club, Lu Jin put down her phone and let out a long sigh.

She turned to look at the man lounging lazily on the sofa next to her.

"Young Master Xiao, I have accomplished my mission." Lu Jin placed his phone on the coffee table, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness. "Master Shen has agreed."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yizhou paused slightly in his casual act of toying with the wine glass in his hand.

He raised his eyes, a slight smile playing on his thin lips. "Thanks, Ah Jin."

Looking at him like this, Lu Jin couldn't help but shake her head and said earnestly, "Young Master Xiao, why are you doing this?"

"With your status and your face, if you want to make an appointment with Master Shen, why don't you just go and make the appointment directly? Why go through all this trouble, going through all this trouble, and dragging my distant cousin's family into this?"

Xiao Yizhou's smile faded slightly as he turned his gaze to the bustling street scene outside the window:

"You don't understand her. She is aloof and detached, with a clear mind, and she hates being schemed against or entangled with."

"If she knew I had other feelings for her, she would immediately back away, like a cat wary of danger."

"I have to take it slow, let her get used to my presence, and let her gradually stop rejecting my approach without realizing it."

Lu Jin was speechless for a moment when she saw the rare seriousness in her friend's eyes.

He had known Xiao Yizhou for many years. This young master of the Xiao family, who had always been arrogant and domineering in the business world of the capital, had never been so meticulous and calculating towards a woman before.

He sighed and reminded him:

"Then you'd better think it over. My cousin is a big shot in the Songshan villa area, but he's nowhere near as good as your Xiao family."

"If he knew that you, this great Buddha, were personally attending his son's birthday party, he would be like a fly to him... cough, he would be so enthusiastic that you wouldn't be able to get away."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yizhou smiled nonchalantly and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"It's alright. As long as I can see her openly and honestly, and receive a few flattering words, it doesn't matter."

His voice lowered, carrying a hint of world-weariness:

“Ah Jin, you know. It wasn’t until Yu Bai and Wan Xing died that I truly understood how unpredictable life is, with too many variables.”

"Some people, some feelings, once missed, may be gone forever. It's rare to meet someone... someone I want to get close to so much, I don't want to miss out again, and I don't want to wait any longer. Seizing the moment is more important than anything else."

Upon hearing the mention of Jiang Yubai and Xiao Wanxing, the teasing expression on Lu Jin's face vanished instantly, replaced by regret and solemnity.

He remained silent for a moment, then reached out and patted Xiao Yizhou's shoulder silently.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible pain flashed across Xiao Yizhou's eyes, disappearing in an instant.

He gently patted Lu Jin's hand to indicate that he was alright.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Yizhou picked up the wine bottle and refilled their glasses.

Then, as if remembering something important, he spoke:

"By the way, Ah Jin. Did you make any progress on that Feng Jin person I asked you to investigate last time?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin's expression instantly turned to one of defeat.

He picked up his glass, but didn't drink; his brow was furrowed tightly.

"I was going to tell you this even if you hadn't mentioned it, but this whole thing is really weird!"

He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice:

"I used every available channel, both overt and covert, and even pulled in overseas connections to investigate. But it all disappeared without a trace."

Xiao Yizhou paused slightly, his fingers holding the wine glass, and looked sharply at Lu Jin: "Not a single piece of information?"

"No! This person seems to have sprung out of a rock."

Lu Jin hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up, "I even suspect that this name might be fake?"

Xiao Yizhou listened quietly.

He was well aware of Lu Jin's investigative abilities; even he couldn't find a single trace... This Feng Jin was definitely not simple.

He downed the drink in one gulp, the icy liquid sliding down his throat, but he couldn't suppress the intense curiosity that welled up inside him.

"never mind."

Xiao Yizhou put down his empty glass, his voice regaining its usual composure, "Since we can't find anything, there's no need to go through the trouble."

He looked up at Lu Jin and said, "Next time I see her, I'll ask her myself."

Lu Jin shrugged. "Okay."

Shen Yuepo took a taxi from Aunt Li's house back to the entrance of her own residential compound.

My steps faltered abruptly the moment I stepped off the bus.

Her gaze fell upon the residential area next door.

Above this seemingly ordinary residential community, a cloud of black mist, invisible to the naked eye, lingered.

That wasn't ordinary yin energy; it was resentment.

Moreover, it was formed from the vengeful spirits of the newly deceased, so thick it was almost dripping with blood.

Shen Yuepo frowned.

A soul capable of forming such intense resentment must have suffered unimaginable torment and injustice in its lifetime.

After death, their obsessions become overwhelming and difficult to dispel; they may even transform into vengeful ghosts and wreak havoc on the surrounding area.

Following the source of the strongest resentment, Shen Yuepo entered the residential area and arrived at the door of a house.

Just as I reached the door, a piercing sound faintly came through the security door.

A drunken man cursed, "That bitch is finally dead, saves her from having to wear a long face all the time!"

Immediately afterwards, a slightly older female voice, deliberately lowered in volume, rang out, her tone tinged with lingering fear:

"How dare you say that! If you wanted to teach her a lesson, just vent your anger. Why did you have to hit her so hard?!"

"If I hadn't changed your hospital emergency room medical record to 'sudden death from a heart attack,' you'd be in jail right now!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo's eyes flashed with coldness.

The man inside seemed to be provoked by his mother's words, his voice suddenly rising, carrying a drunken arrogance:

"Alright! What's the point of saying all this nonsense now? What about the surveillance footage? Have all the CCTV footage from the hallways been deleted?"

The old woman lowered her voice even further, and Shen Yuepo couldn't hear what she was saying.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Silence reigned inside the door.

A moment later, a series of dragging footsteps were heard, and the door was pulled open from the inside.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted over.

The person who opened the door was a young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

He was stocky and wore a tight vest, revealing two arms covered in hideous tattoos.

He wore a tacky, thick gold chain around his neck, and his hair was greasy.

Shen Yuepo could tell at a glance that his forehead was dark and his eyes were bloodshot.

This is a sign that you are being haunted by vengeful spirits.

The man squinted, his eyes wary and slightly menacing, and sized up Chen Yuepo outside the door before asking in a gruff voice:

"What do you want? Who are you looking for?!"

Shen Yuepo's gaze swept over him calmly, as if he were merely glancing at a piece of disgusting trash.

She didn't speak, her gaze fixed on a white, blurry figure following behind the man.