TSFLIP Chapter 107

How could she get Li Bi to stop following An Tong?

Feng Guang pondered this question all day long. Even when Mu Tianze deliberately provoked her, she ignored him completely. After a while of playing to an empty audience, Mu Tianze lost interest and, as usual, made a harsh remark before laying his head back down to sleep.

During the break, Feng Guang was still biting the tip of her pen, her brow furrowed in worry. Next to her, Fang Yaya leaned in cautiously and asked, “Xia, are you and Senior An… in a relationship now?”

“Yeah.” Feng Guang turned around and flashed a bright smile at Fang Yaya. “An Tong and I are now a couple. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No… of course not.” Fang Yaya quickly waved her hands. “You’re so beautiful, Xia; you and Senior An make a great match.”

“So your point is that I only match him based on looks?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant! I was just mentioning one aspect. You’re not only good-looking, but you’re also very cultured inside.”

“Oh? Then tell me, in what way do I display my cultured side?”

“Um… that… well…” Fang Yaya racked her brain but couldn’t come up with a single instance that linked Feng Guang to being cultured!

Mu Tianze, who had been sleeping, suddenly sat up and slapped Fang Yaya on the head. “Are you dumb? Can’t you see she’s just teasing you?”

“Ah? Xia…” Fang Yaya looked at Feng Guang, forgetting to retaliate against Mu Tianze’s slap.

Feng Guang scoffed, “Boring.”

She picked up her backpack and headed for the door.

Fang Yaya stood up. “Xia, we’re still in class!”

“I’m not feeling well. Class monitor, could you please let the teacher know for me?” Feng Guang waved her hand dismissively.

Mu Tianze suddenly felt his privileged status as a rich kid was in jeopardy. Feng Guang seemed even more carefree about school than he was. After all, she was just going home to see An Tong, right?

Mu Tianze was mistaken; Feng Guang wasn’t going to find An Tong; she was headed to see someone she typically wouldn’t.

In the café, Li Bi had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Feng Guang arrive late, he didn’t show any signs of dissatisfaction. He regarded her as a younger acquaintance, which made him more tolerant. “You contacted me out of the blue. Is there something you want to discuss?”

“Indeed.” Feng Guang sat down across from him and ordered a cappuccino from the waiter. She stirred her drink with a spoon and casually said, “Too bad I’m not here to talk about An Tong.”

“Then what do you want to discuss?” Li Bi replied nonchalantly. “Are you here to ask your uncle for homework help?”

“Of course not. I’m here to discuss something related to you.”

Li Bi paused. “What could you possibly want to discuss about me?”

Feng Guang pulled a file from her bag but didn’t open it. “This contains information about someone named Meng Fei.”

Li Bi’s expression instantly stiffened, his body tensing.

“I know you’ve been investigating Meng Fei for seven years, but you haven’t found any evidence. The forces behind him are complex; even after seven years, you’ve only uncovered inconsequential information.”

Li Bi finally regained his composure and scrutinized Feng Guang. “How do you know all this?”

Xia Zhao would never let his daughter get involved in such dangerous matters.

Feng Guang didn’t respond directly but shifted to another topic. “Meng Fei is the type who derives pleasure from torturing women. There are at least eight or nine women who have died at his hands, one of whom was a woman named Yang Zhi.”

Li Bi fell silent, but his hands clenched tightly under the table, digging into his palm until it bled.