Chapter 64 Feng Jin, if you keep doing this... your eyes will become nearsighted.
Shen Wangchuan tapped the sofa armrest lightly with his long, slender fingers and let out a sigh.
He looked at Chairman Shen:
"By the way, Dad. I've already contacted several highly respected metaphysical masters in the capital regarding Qingchuan. When should we go there?"
A glint flashed in Chairman Shen's eyes, and his weariness was replaced by a sharp edge.
Without any hesitation, he said in a deep voice, "We'll set off back to Qingchuan tomorrow!"
"Back to Qingchuan?"
Shen Yichuan suddenly raised his head, his face filled with confusion and astonishment, and interrupted, "What happened to the old house?"
Shen Wangchuan looked at his impulsive and reckless younger brother and said succinctly:
"The feng shui of Qingchuan's ancestral home has been tampered with."
He paused, then said, "If Yuepo hadn't pointed it out in time, all of us would probably have had our luck depleted without even realizing it."
"At best, one will be plagued by serious illness and ruin their family business; at worst, one will die a violent death."
Shen Yichuan felt a chill run down his spine, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
With such earth-shattering events happening one after another in his family, he was completely kept in the dark, like a fool.
Shen Yichuan asked urgently, "Who is it? Who has the ability and audacity to mess with our Shen family?!"
Shen Wangchuan shook his head, his eyes serious:
"It is not yet clear who exactly did it."
He then changed the subject, becoming even more serious: "But when Yuepo exposed this predicament, she made it clear that she could break it, but only if the Shen family willingly severed all ties with her."
"Severing kinship?!" Shen Yichuan exclaimed in disbelief, hardly able to believe his ears.
"She...she really said that?" He subconsciously looked at Chairman Shen and Mrs. Shen.
When I saw the same heavy expressions on their faces, my heart sank.
Silence fell again in the study.
Shen Wangchuan turned his gaze to Chairman Shen, his expression questioning:
"Dad, should we tell Yuepo about breaking the deadlock in Qingchuan?"
"No need," Chairman Shen refused decisively.
He picked up the cigar on the table, but then put it down in frustration.
Finally, his gaze swept over the deep night outside the window with a complex mix of emotions, and his tone was resolute:
"Don't tell her. I've already lost one daughter... I don't want to hear another daughter say the words 'severing ties'."
At one o'clock in the morning, the Shen family villa was deathly silent.
Shen Yuepo quietly returned to her room.
However, the sight inside the room made her pause slightly.
Feng Jin leaned back lazily on the single sofa in her room.
The cool moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, falling on his strangely handsome face.
His slender fingers slid slowly across the screen, his dark golden eyes fixed on the ever-changing images and text, as if he were studying some profound array technique.
Shen Yuepo glanced at it only once before looking away.
She went straight into the bathroom, and came out a moment later, still warm from the steam. She changed into comfortable pajamas, pulled back the covers, and lay down.
She buried herself in the soft bed, leaving only her back to the sofa.
Feng Jin seemed oblivious to her return and her lying down, still engrossed in his phone.
Shen Yuepo closed her eyes, and her consciousness gradually sank into darkness.
However, just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt a slight coolness from the white jade bracelet on her wrist.
The next moment, a familiar figure appeared by the bedside. His handsome face was filled with undisguised displeasure, his brows were furrowed, and the atmosphere around him was frighteningly low.
Startled by the oppressive atmosphere, Shen Yuepo barely opened one eye, her voice heavy with sleepiness and a hint of impatience at being disturbed:
"What is it now?!"
Feng Jin, with a sour face, pointed at the white jade bracelet on her wrist: "This bracelet has its own space, isolating all laws. A cell phone inside is like an inanimate object."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
"Oh," she replied dryly, turned over, pulled the blanket over her head, and her muffled voice came from under the blanket, "Then let's not play anymore."
After saying that, she ignored Feng Jin, who was radiating a low-pressure aura, by the bedside and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Feng Jin stood by the bed and glanced disdainfully at the white jade bracelet on Shen Yuepo's wrist.
In the end, he didn't go back in. Instead, he took his phone and sat back down on the single sofa.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow into the room.
Shen Yuepo's biological clock made her wake up on time.
A good night's sleep dispelled the fatigue of last night.
She rubbed her slightly throbbing temples and sat up, pulling the covers over her head.
Her gaze unconsciously swept across the room, and the next second, she stopped.
Feng Jin remained in the same position as last night, leaning back on the single sofa.
Staring intently at the phone in his hand.
He actually played all night?!
Looking at his absorbed expression and considering his identity as the Emperor of Fengdu, Shen Yuepo felt a strong sense of absurdity.
She couldn't help but speak, her voice slightly hoarse from just waking up:
"Feng Jin, if you keep doing this... your eyes will become nearsighted."
Feng Jin finally stopped moving.
He slowly raised his head, his dark golden eyes shifting from the phone screen to Shen Yuepo sitting on the bed.
He slightly furrowed his handsome brows, seemingly not quite understanding the specific meaning of this mortal word, but instinctively feeling that it wasn't a good word.
"How could a mere mortal eye ailment possibly harm my divine soul?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
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