Chapter 99 Shen Yuepo, What is a Boyfriend?

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

Feng Jin's gaze lingered on Shen Yuepo's face for a moment, then swept over the tempting dessert in front of him, before finally returning to the phone in his hand.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he was weighing something.

A few seconds later, a barely audible snort escaped from his nostrils, "I'm not eating."

Even so, he turned off his phone screen and casually tossed it onto the table.

Then, under Shen Yuepo's gaze, he picked up the small silver spoon next to him and put the pastry into his mouth.

Although his face remained expressionless, his icy aura that kept strangers at bay had quietly melted away somewhat.

Shen Yuepo's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile as she lowered her head to continue eating her dessert.

The invisible tension between the two of them was strangely eased by the aroma of the dessert.

After finishing their meal, Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin walked side by side back to her apartment complex, their shadows lengthening under the dim streetlights.

As soon as she reached the bottom of the apartment building, Shen Yuepo paused, her gaze suddenly turning cold.

A tall figure leaned against the wall in the shadows in front of the building entrance.

The man had a cigarette still burning between his fingers.

Shen Wangchuan's face, which could not hide his exhaustion, came into clear view.

Shen Yuepo seemed not to see him, walked straight to the entrance of the building, and took out her phone to scan the door.

With a "beep," the access control was activated, and he stepped aside to gesture for Feng Jin to go in first.

However, just as Feng Jin's tall figure was about to disappear into the gate—

"Moon Soul!"

Shen Wangchuan stubbed out his cigarette, rushed forward, and tried to stop the closing unit door, his voice urgent.

The moment his hand touched the cold metal door frame, an invisible force violently blasted him away.

Feng Jin didn't even turn around, he just paused for a moment.

Shen Yuepo was already standing inside the door. She turned around and, through the crack in the door that was about to close, coldly looked at Shen Wangchuan, who had been shocked and taken a step back, his face filled with astonishment.

"Shen Wangchuan."

Her tone was utterly cold: "Privately investigating other people's addresses constitutes an infringement of citizens' personal information, and in serious cases, it violates the Public Security Administration Punishment Law or even the Criminal Law. Should I call the police?"

Shen Wangchuan was taken aback by her question, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

He steadied himself, met Shen Yuepo's gaze through the crack in the door, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice:

“If it weren’t for this… how could I possibly see you? You don’t answer the phone, you don’t reply to messages, it’s like you’ve vanished into thin air…”

He didn't finish his sentence.

Feng Jin, who had been facing away from him as if he had no interest in the farce, slowly turned around.

He didn't speak, but stepped forward and pulled Shen Yuepo away.

With an air of absolute possession, he blocked all of Shen Wangchuan's gaze from looking at Shen Yuepo.

Feng Jin was a head taller than Shen Wangchuan. At this moment, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his dark golden pupils gleamed with a cold light in the dim light of the corridor.

It was just a calm gaze, yet it made Shen Wangchuan feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He didn't recognize Feng Jin as the person who disappeared with Shen Yue Po at the Shen family's house that night.

“You,” Feng Jin’s voice was soft, but it sent a chill down Shen Wangchuan’s spine, “you are very annoying.”

Shen Wangchuan's heart skipped a beat. His intuition told him that this man was... too unusual.

That innate sense of oppression made him instinctively sound the alarm.

"Bang!" The unit door slammed shut in front of Shen Wangchuan.

Suddenly, as if waking from a dream, he rushed forward and shouted through the glass door, "Moon Spirit, who is he?"

His tone carried the concern of an older brother for his younger sister, "Is he your boyfriend? Even if he is, he can't stay here with you, Mom and Dad will worry!"

Behind the glass door, Feng Jin didn't even bother to give him a glance.

Shen Yuepo pressed the elevator button.

Feng Jin followed her into the elevator.

The elevator doors shut out Shen Wangchuan's futile shouts, leaving only the faint hum of the elevator in the cramped space.

The numbers kept jumping up.

Feng Jin stood beside Shen Yuepo, his tall figure casting a shadow under the elevator ceiling light.

He suddenly turned his head slightly, his dark golden eyes showing a hint of confusion:

“Chen Yuepo,” his voice was exceptionally clear in the enclosed space, “What is a boyfriend?”

"..."

Shen Yuepo's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

She maintained her gaze fixed on the elevator doors, her expression unchanged, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

She said in a serious tone, "It's what the boss meant. He misunderstood our relationship and thought you were my boss."

Feng Jin's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds, as if analyzing the credibility of her words.

His handsome face remained expressionless; he simply nodded and said, "Oh."

"Ding." The elevator has arrived at the designated floor.

Shen Yuepo was the first to walk out and arrive at his own door, where he unlocked it with his fingerprint.

She walked into the entryway, changed her shoes, and went straight to the living room.

Feng Jin followed him in, closing the door behind him, his gaze fixed intently on his phone screen.

Shen Yuepo walked to the center of the living room and gently touched the reincarnation ring on the ring finger of her left hand with her right thumb.

Two faint beams of light flashed by.

Lin Cheng and Li Yao's souls instantly appeared in the living room.

Before the two could even greet Shen Yuepo, their gazes almost simultaneously focused on the tall figure standing at the junction of the entryway and the living room, looking down at his phone.

A primal fear, originating from the deepest recesses of the soul, surged forth.

That was the fear etched into the very essence of a low-level soul when facing the supreme ruler of the Netherworld.

"ah!"

Lin Cheng let out a short, distorted scream. The ghost, like a startled rabbit, instinctively tried to shrink behind Shen Yuepo, but fear made it difficult for him to even move.

Li Yao instinctively wanted to go back into the Reincarnation Ring.

Just as the two ghosts were terrified, Feng Jin, who had been looking down at his phone, seemed to notice something new in the living room.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Lin Cheng and Li Yao's trembling souls.

His brow furrowed slightly, not with disgust, but more like... the displeasure of seeing two unwelcome little bugs suddenly appear in the house.

"Chen Yuepo, when did you start liking raising ghost children?"

Shen Yuepo: "...?"

She was almost choked by this turn of events.

She glared at Feng Jin with annoyance, too lazy to bother with his nonsensical question.

Shen Yuepo looked at Lin Cheng and cut straight to the point:

"Lin Cheng, do you know your adoptive father's birth date and time? I need to confirm something."

Lin Cheng was in a state of great fear when he heard Shen Yuepo's question, and his soul trembled again.

His lips trembled, "I...I remember..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Feng Jin suddenly took long strides and walked to the sofa in the living room in a few steps.

He didn't look at Lin Cheng or Li Yao; his gaze was fixed on Shen Yuepo, who was sitting on the sofa.

He leaned down slightly, his handsome, almost otherworldly face drawing closer to hers, instantly closing the distance between them.

Feng Jin raised his phone, the screen facing Shen Yuepo's face.

On the screen was the interface of a search engine, with the search box displaying the question "What does 'boyfriend' mean?"

The first definition below is highlighted in bold and red:

Boyfriend: In a romantic relationship, this refers to the woman's male partner. It usually refers to the male party in a formal romantic relationship.

Feng Jin's voice was low and slow, "Chen Yuepo," his warm breath almost brushing against her cheek, "You dare to lie to me."

Shen Yuepo: "..."

Looking at the handsome face so close to hers, she felt a surge of heat rush to her head.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, raised her hand to touch Feng Jin's forehead, and created some distance between them. "Now is not the time to talk about this."