TSFLIP Chapter 112

On this Sunday, the An family received a guest. Since An Tong had gone to the company, it was left to Feng Guang to entertain. This guest was none other than An Wen, the mother of Mu Tianze and An Tong’s aunt—someone Feng Guang found particularly troublesome.

After graduating from university, Mu Tianze insisted on marrying Fang Yaya, but the Mu family disapproved of the match. The elder Mu was so angry that he cut off Mu Tianze’s financial support and forbade anyone from providing him with money. This situation caused An Wen, who was worried about her son, a great deal of distress. Initially, she had blamed him for breaking off the engagement with the young lady from the Xia family, but now it seemed it was for the best.

Feng Guang served tea, but An Wen didn’t take a sip. She got straight to the point, saying, “I heard you went to the hospital for a check-up a few days ago. What did the doctor say?”

“It was fine,” Feng Guang replied vaguely.

In other words, it wasn’t fine at all.

An Wen sighed and tried to present herself as a kind elder. “Feng Guang, you know An Tong’s mother has been missing for five years. Although she’s missing, I’ve lost hope that she’s still alive. So now that An Tong has only you as his elder, please don’t mind if I say a few harsh things.”

If I minded, would you stop talking?

However, since she was An Tong’s elder, Feng Guang kept this thought to herself.

“As women, once we marry, we must support our husbands and raise our children. Although saying that a woman’s responsibility lies in continuing the family line might not align with the ideals of modern feminism, sometimes the wisdom of our ancestors isn’t entirely baseless, don’t you think?”

Oh, I see. She was quoting the classics just to imply that she can’t have children, huh? So what if she can’t have children? What right does someone who isn’t even a proper mother-in-law have to meddle?

Feng Guang chuckled lightly, “Didn’t our ancestors also say that women should obey three things and have four virtues? So, whatever An Tong thinks, I’ll go along with it. You should ask An Tong how he feels about it, Mrs. Mu.”

An Wen’s kind smile faltered for a moment. Before she could start to insinuate that Feng Guang should know better about manners, An Tong returned home.

Upon seeing An Wen, he was slightly surprised but quickly smiled and said, “Aunt, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

Feng Guang was surprised as well; didn’t An Tong say he wouldn’t be home until five o’clock? How did he come back so early?

“I just… suddenly wanted to come and see,” An Wen forced a kindly smile. “And I wanted to check on Feng Guang’s health.”

“Really?” An Tong walked over to Feng Guang, who pinched him discreetly.

Her eyes revealed her discontent: She’s not here to check on me; she’s here to cause trouble.

An Tong took her hand to calm her, smiling as he said, “Feng Guang is in great health. You don’t need to worry, Aunt. On the contrary, it’s I who…”

Before he could finish, An Wen nervously interjected, “What’s wrong?”

Even Feng Guang looked at him with concern.

“Aunt, you know my health hasn’t been good. It was only the year before last that I was able to stand up after getting rid of the wheelchair. Although there has been some improvement, my health is still fundamentally poor.” An Tong’s apologetic gaze fell on Feng Guang. “I owe so much to those around me.”

If An Wen didn’t understand this, she’d be foolish. Thinking carefully about An Tong’s past health issues, if the problem lay with him, it would undoubtedly be convincing. At that moment, An Wen lost her ground and didn’t know how to view Feng Guang, so she hurriedly made small talk before excusing herself.

Once An Wen left, Feng Guang grasped An Tong’s hand and asked, “Why did you say that?”

“Because this way, she won’t bother you again.”

“But the fault lies with me…”

“If you want to make it up to me…” An Tong kissed the corner of her lips and softly teased, “We can go back to the bedroom.”

Feng Guang: “…”

As the sun set and the moon rose, the stars shone brightly.

An Tong tucked the person asleep on the bed under the covers, content with himself as he pressed a kiss to her cheek before stepping onto the balcony to take a call.

“An Tong, you pervert!” As soon as the call connected, Fu Yan shouted on the other end.

“Senior, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t call me senior! You know I’m a doctor with professional ethics, yet you’re forcing me to modify the diagnosis report. Xia Feng Guang is perfectly healthy; the problem lies with you! You had a sterilization procedure. What do you want by making me deceive her?”

“I said I didn’t; would you believe me?”

“Of course not!” Fu Yan speculated, “Are you trying to make her feel guilty and voluntarily ask for a divorce?”

As soon as she voiced this suspicion, Fu Yan negated it; everyone could see how An Tong doted on Feng Guang.

An Tong’s dark eyes caught the moonlight, “I just want Feng Guang to stop thinking about having children.”

“Well, you could say it’s your fault!”

“That’s not possible. What if she resents me and leaves?” If that happened, he wouldn’t be able to resist locking her away.

Fu Yan was silent for a long time on the other end. “Is that your only reason?”

“Isn’t that reason enough?”

“…I don’t understand your thought process. Why create the illusion that you can’t have children?”

“Children…” An Tong pondered for a moment and asked, “Wouldn’t children divide Feng Guang’s love? Why would I want children?”

Yes, Feng Guang only had him. All her attention and love were focused solely on him. Why would he want children to take away someone who could completely belong to him?

Fu Yan suddenly sounded serious. “An Tong… you need therapy.”

She had initially been worried about whether he was planning to do something to Xia Feng Guang due to her professional ethics, but now she was certain that this was purely An Tong’s possessiveness at play—and that possessiveness had gone awry.

“Thank you for the suggestion, but Feng Guang says I’m fine. I don’t think I need therapy.” An Tong’s gaze remained on the figure lying on the bed through the glass door, infused with the gentle moonlight. He appeared almost divine, bathing in the moonlight, his voice soft yet sending a chill down one’s spine. “Fu Yan, don’t meddle in my affairs. I can help you become the director, but I can also take that position away from you.”

“…I understand.”

The person on the bed stirred, and An Tong hung up the phone, returning to the bedside. As he lay down, she instinctively snuggled into his arms, her eyes drowsily opening a small crack. “Where did you go?”

“Just closing the window so you wouldn’t get cold.”

“Hmm…” She pressed down on his hand that was resting against her chest. Due to their earlier “intense activity,” she hadn’t had a chance to put on any clothes, yet she felt his desire stirring again. “Don’t tease me; I want to sleep…”

“Am I not here to sleep with you?”

“I mean… just sleep.”

“If I’m sleeping with you, isn’t that just sleeping?”

Feng Guang finally perked up, “An Tong, don’t go too far.”

“Alright.” An Tong relented, sealing her lips with a passionate kiss, a goodnight kiss, as he murmured, “Goodnight.”

He turned away and truly lay still.

“An Tong…” Feng Guang poked his back with her finger, but he didn’t respond. Unwilling to give up, she kicked him lightly. “An Tong?”

He remained silent.

Feng Guang gritted her teeth, igniting a fire within him. Had he just fallen asleep like that? She sat up and pounced on him. “An Tong, An Tong, An Tong!”

An Tong lazily opened his eyes, mimicking her half-awake state. “What’s wrong?”

“I want!” She cupped his face and, without a second thought, kissed him passionately.

An Tong savored it for a moment, a smirk of victory on his lips as he flipped her onto her back.