TSFLIP Chapter 733

“Xia Fengguang…” Gu Lan was so furious, he actually laughed. “Are you trying to get me to prove my orientation is normal in some kind of way?”

“In some kind of way?” Fengguang flicked her eyes toward Mu Jin and gave him a half-smile. “You sure about that?”

Naturally, Gu Lan followed her gaze to Mu Jin. His face went taut—he was a breath away from spitting out, Xia Fengguang, you’ve got a death wish.

Just then, the class bell rang. Fengguang calmly straightened up in her seat, pulled out her book, and acted completely oblivious to his anger.

Gu Lan looked back at Mu Jin. Her expression didn’t reveal what she was thinking. But when their eyes met, she quickly turned her body, giving him her back instead. The frustration built up in his chest. He shot Fengguang one last glare, then slumped back into his seat.

Gu Lan was never the type to enjoy studying. Skipping class was practically his routine. But lately, he hadn’t dared to ditch—his father had made it very clear: if he skipped again, his allowance and every other bit of funding would be frozen.

Sure, Gu Lan thought he could live just fine without the Gu family, but he hadn’t found a real reason to cut ties yet. At least, not for now.

When the final bell rang, students stampeded out of the classroom.

Fengguang packed her things at her own pace, only heading out once the rush was over. Today’s cleaning duty fell to Gu Lan and Mu Jin. As she brushed past him at the door, Fengguang clearly heard Gu Lan let out a prideful little huff. She ignored him completely, tossing him nothing but her retreating.

Her driver wasn’t coming until six, so Fengguang had some time to kill. She planned to head over to an antique alley and find a shop there—she’d already set up an appointment online with an antique dealer who could repair her chipped God of Wealth figurine. She’d even mapped out the route; the place wasn’t far from school.

Following her phone’s GPS, Fengguang crossed a street, turned a corner, and finally stepped into a narrow alley. After walking a bit further, she spotted a shop called Gu Xian Xuan. She walked right in. The interior was filled with a strong scent of aged wood and incense, the atmosphere steeped in old-world charm.

“Well, now, a customer,” an old man lounging in a wicker chair sat up. He picked up a pair of reading glasses from the table, slid them on, and smiled kindly. “Little miss, you must be the one who booked online about fixing a God of Wealth statue, right?”

“That’s me,” Fengguang nodded, politely adding, “Hello, Grandpa.”

“Good, good. Come on, take it out and let me have a look.” The old man got to his feet and stepped closer.

Fengguang hurriedly pulled the figurine from her backpack. “Here it is. I accidentally dropped it and broke it.”

“Hmm…” The old man adjusted his glasses as he examined it, chuckling. “Not every little girl dares to drop the God of Wealth. You’re something else.”

Fengguang smiled. “That’s why I rushed over to you—so the God of Wealth won’t blame me. I’m hoping Grandpa can help me fix it.”

“You came to the right person. Don’t worry, I can patch it up. Shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes or so.” The old man spoke with full confidence. His eyes drifted to her uniform. “You’re a student at Li Hai High, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, what a coincidence. My grandson goes to Li Hai too. He saw me getting bored with nothing to do all day, so he helped me find some side jobs online. Who knows, maybe you two even know each other.”