TSFLIP Chapter 732

Gu Lan stretched out his foot and kicked the stool Mu Jin was sitting on, glaring at her with a domineering air.
“Nerd, go back to your books. Who told you to butt in?!”

“I was just stating facts. I didn’t even call anyone out by name. Why are you so worked up?” Mu Jin shot him a glare right back, refusing to back down.

“Nerd, you looking for a fight today?”

“You uncouth brute, I can’t be bothered with you!”

The daily squabble between Gu Lan and Mu Jin was about to kick off again. Everyone else, long used to it, went back to whatever they were doing. And in that suddenly lively atmosphere, a clear, melodious voice rang out:

“Some people, when they were little, had birthday parties wearing princess dresses and playing the princess. Oh, I forgot to mention—he was actually a boy. But who knows, maybe his gender changed later because of his… preferences.”

The classroom fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Oh, right.” The girl by the window smiled sweetly. “I still have the pictures.”

In an instant, students swarmed around her desk.

“Goddess, what’s your email? I’ll add you!”
“Forget email, just let us scan your code!”
“No QQ, WeChat, or Weibo? That’s fine, we can add you on Alipay!”
“Taobao friends can share pictures too!”

…

The class buzzed with chatter. E Class might have been the worst class at Li Hai, but its students were all sons and daughters of wealthy families. They all ran in the same circles, and of course, they knew about the heiress of the Xia Corporation. The Xia and Gu families even had a marriage alliance—it wasn’t exactly a secret. So, to them, Fengguang’s words carried a lot of weight.

The only one left confused was Mu Jin, who had only recently become a “noble heiress.”

“Shut up, all of you!” Gu Lan slammed his palm on the desk and stood.

The crowd immediately quieted, instinctively parting to clear his line of sight to Fengguang.

Fengguang rested her chin on her hand, smiling playfully. “Classmate Gu Lan, why are you so riled up?”

“Xia Fengguang!”

“I don’t want to argue with you, so there’s no need to shout my name like that. You’ll scare me,” she said with a radiant smile, looking anything but frightened.

Gu Lan’s hot temper ignited instantly. He stormed up to her desk, bent down, and planted both hands on her table, staring her straight in the eye with a mocking grin.
“And just who gave you the guts to go against me?”

Fengguang pulled a small statue of the God of Wealth from her bag. Facing Gu Lan’s overbearing stance, she beamed. “Of course, it was the God of Wealth who gave me courage.”

The corner of Gu Lan’s eye twitched.

“What’s wrong? Regretting you didn’t bring along your family’s Guan Yu idol?” she teased, her smug little look oddly adorable.

Just like the Gu family, who dabbled in the underworld and worshiped Guan Yu, the Xia family, being merchants, prayed to the God of Wealth. Back when their families had arranged their betrothal, both gods had been honored together. Fengguang hadn’t brought the statue today for nostalgia, though—she’d accidentally chipped it that morning and needed to get it fixed before her dad noticed.

But to Gu Lan, her mention of the God of Wealth and Guan Yu felt almost like she was hinting at their engagement token. In his mind, it all clicked: this girl was secretly in love with him. So he deliberately put on a cold front.
“Xia Fengguang, you’d better not have any illusions about me.”

Fengguang giggled sweetly. “You mean like the illusion that your orientation is actually normal?”