Chapter 51 Is her life only worth a cell phone?
In the video, Shen Yuepo is wearing plain cotton and linen loungewear with her long hair loose.
What was most striking was her face, so pale it was almost bloodless, her lips were also pale, and her brows carried a weakness and weariness as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.
Although the faint scar on her cheek was very shallow, it was still noticeable.
"Miss Shen?"
Xiao Yizhou's voice was full of concern, "You...you're sick? Why do you look so pale?"
He leaned forward unconsciously, wishing he could pass right through the screen.
Shen Yuepo's eyes were calm. She shook her head slightly, her voice carrying a hint of cold detachment, revealing little emotion.
"It's nothing. It's just a minor scrape, nothing serious."
Xiao Yizhou clearly didn't believe it, his brows furrowed: "An accident? Do you need help? Should we..."
He instinctively wanted to offer help, but was stopped by Shen Yuepo's cold gaze.
"It's really nothing." Shen Yuepo interrupted him, not wanting to dwell on the matter, and changed the subject, saying, "What did you want to see me about?"
She got straight to the point, without any pleasantries.
Xiao Yizhou understood that she had no intention of saying more.
He suppressed his numerous questions, returned to the main topic, and his expression returned to normal:
"It's like this. Do you remember Lu Jin, whom I met last time? He wants to ask you to take a look at the feng shui of his house. He asked me to ask if you have time. As for the fee, it's negotiable. He will definitely not shortchange you."
Shen Yuepo nodded: "Okay. Just have him decide on the time and place and let me know."
"That's great!" Xiao Yizhou breathed a sigh of relief, a gentle smile returning to his face. "I'll tell him right away, let him..."
His words suddenly stopped.
His facial expression froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.
His gaze was fixed on the scene behind Shen Yuepo.
Shen Yuepo felt a chill run down her spine, keenly sensing something was wrong, and immediately turned around.
Just moments ago, Feng Jin had been facing away from her, seemingly asleep, but now he had silently moved closer to her.
That handsome, almost otherworldly face appeared prominently at the edge of the video frame, almost touching her shoulder.
He was very close to Shen Yuepo, and a few strands of his dark hair even brushed against her wet hair ends.
He seemed curious about Xiao Yizhou's voice and the "glowing panel" in Shen Yuepo's hand.
He stared intently at the phone screen in Shen Yuepo's hand, seemingly trying to figure out what the little moving, talking figure inside was.
"The Soul of the Sinking Moon,"
Feng Jin's deep voice rang out. His attention was completely focused on the screen, and he was either unaware that he was on camera or simply didn't care.
What is this?
His tone was purely curious, without any ambiguity, but the excessively close distance, coupled with his perfect face that could make any man feel strongly threatened...
All of this combined was, in Xiao Yizhou's view, nothing short of a bolt from the blue.
The cold light from the video call illuminated his suddenly constricted pupils.
He had never seen anyone get so close to Shen Yuepo.
He had only managed to make this video call because of Lu Jin.
Having not seen each other for days, the unspeakable longing in my heart was shattered by what I saw on the screen.
Shen Yuepo never expected Feng Jin to suddenly come over.
She reacted extremely quickly.
Without the slightest hesitation, he instantly raised his left hand and covered the front-facing camera of the phone.
The movements were swift and decisive.
At the same time, she placed her right hand on Feng Jin's forehead and forcefully pushed his handsome face, which was too close to hers, away.
Feng Jin was pushed back slightly by her sudden movement, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure at being disturbed flashed in his eyes.
He glanced at Shen Yuepo's phone, which she was covering tightly, then at her cold and angry profile, before lazily leaning back and lying back on the bed.
The phone screen was completely black.
But Xiao Yizhou's voice came through the receiver clearly: "Miss Chen, who is this...?"
Shen Yuepo released her hand from the camera.
The screen lit up again, reflecting her face, which had regained its composure.
“Mr. Xiao,” she ignored Xiao Yizhou’s slightly changed expression on the screen, “Send me a message with the time and place set for Lu Jin’s matter. Bye.”
Before Xiao Yizhou could react, Shen Yuepo abruptly ended the video call.
The room fell silent again.
Shen Yuepo stared at the words "Call Ended" on the screen and expressionlessly put the phone back on the bedside table.
She got up and walked towards the walk-in closet on one side of the room.
A moment later, she came out wearing clean clothes, her long hair tied up with a simple wooden hairpin.
Her bangs covered the faint mark on her cheek, and apart from her still pale complexion, she had regained her aloof and distant appearance.
She walked to the bedside and looked at Feng Jin, who seemed to be asleep: "I'll have the housekeeper come in and change the sheets later."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the bloodstains beside him. "If you still want to sleep, change your clothes before you sleep."
The person on the bed suddenly opened their tightly closed eyes.
Where to?
Shen Yuepo paused slightly, "To collect debts."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a murderous intent: "And incidentally, accumulate some merit."
Yesterday's account with Tianqiao needs to be settled with Shen Yichuan.
And last night, when ten ghosts surrounded and attacked her, if Feng Jin hadn't appeared in time, she would have been annihilated long ago.
She remembered this blood debt.
She knew perfectly well who was behind it all.
Shen Yurou... and the so-called fake emperor behind her.
She wants to save more ghosts, accumulate merit, and improve her strength. Sooner or later, she will drag that false emperor out and beat him up!
Thinking of this, Shen Yuepo slightly turned her head, "Do you know what the false emperor's name is?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin curled his lips into a disdainful smile, as if mentioning that name was an insult to him.
“Mingye,” he uttered, “a coward who steals the name of Youming and hides his tail.”
Night.
Shen Yuepo silently recited it in his heart.
Good, she remembered.
She said no more, reached for her phone on the bedside table, and turned to leave.
"The Soul of the Sinking Moon".
Feng Jin's voice rang out again, this time not inquiring about where they were going, but with a pure, almost naive curiosity.
He sat up, his long, dark hair cascading down his shoulders, his gaze fixed on the phone in her hand.
He pointed a finger at the phone from a distance, and asked in an extremely serious tone:
"What... exactly is this thing?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She stopped abruptly in her tracks. "Don't you people in Fengdu use cell phones?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin tilted his head slightly, his black hair cascading down. This somewhat childlike gesture created a strange contrast when applied to him.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if he were trying to understand the word: "Mobile...phone?"
He repeated the unfamiliar syllable, his dark golden eyes filled with confusion:
"What kind of machine is this? A mechanism? A secret? Or... some kind of flying artifact?"
He even glanced out the window almost unconsciously, as if searching for a plane that could fly.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
“To put it simply,” she took a deep breath, trying to use words he could understand:
"A communication device in the mortal realm. Similar to... a jade slip for transmitting messages over extremely long distances? It can communicate with people and transmit text and image information."
She waved her phone.
"A communication jade slip?" Feng Jin frowned even more, seemingly dissatisfied with the analogy. "Such an object exists in the mortal realm? And it doesn't require magical power to maintain?"
The light of inquiry in his eyes shone even brighter.
"stop!"
Shen Yuepo decisively raised her hand to interrupt his impending barrage of questions.
Seeing him sitting on her blood-stained bed, with a face that could captivate millions of lives, yet asking "What is a cell phone?" like an old relic who had just arrived in the city, the scene was simply pushing her nerves to their limit.
“The principles are very complex.” She decided to end the conversation, her tone tinged with impatience. “Just think of it as a special magical artifact for mortals, which doesn’t require magic to operate.”
The last few words were practically spat out through clenched teeth.
Having said that, she couldn't be bothered to look at this "technologically illiterate" with his stunning looks any longer, grabbed the old cloth bag draped over the back of the chair, and was about to leave.
Feng Jin suddenly grabbed her wrist, the force neither too light nor too heavy, yet she couldn't break free.
"Didn't we agree to settle our scores?" He lightly traced a line on her wrist with his fingertip. "Bring me a cell phone tonight... When you come back, we'll settle the score for last night's favor."
Shen Yuepo paused, turning back in disbelief.
Was her life only worth a cell phone?
Feng Jin seemed to read her mind, raised an eyebrow, and deliberately asked, "What? Can't afford it?"
"I'll bring it to you tonight!" she practically spat out the words through gritted teeth.
Well, it's just a phone. If we can settle things here, it would be a clean and simple matter.
Feng Jin finally let go, satisfied. "I have to leave for a bit. I'll be back tonight."
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