TSFLIP Chapter 756

Another voice came, deep and powerful, pleasant to the ear.
“Miss Xia doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.”

Fengguang turned her head. It was Han Chen. His face, identical to Han Qi’s, made her lose focus for a moment. Then she forced a small smile.
“It’s you, Han Chen.”

“No longer calling me President?” Han Chen walked up beside her, mimicking her posture as he leaned against the cold wall. His gaze swept forward—at the group of young men and women clinking glasses and exchanging greetings.

Children of wealthy families, already learning how to build connections before they are even adults, all to secure a smoother future for themselves—and for their families.

Han Chen’s eyes tilted upward in a mocking smile. Back at the Han household, he had seen such scenes too many times. And no matter how many times he saw them, his only reaction was always the same: ridicule.

Fengguang pulled her gaze away from him and also looked forward. Her tone was casual.
“We’re not at school. You’re not the student council president, and I’m not a student of Lihai. You’re Han Chen, I’m Fengguang—we’re equals. Of course ,I can call you by name. Or… would you rather I call you Mr. Han?”

“Mr. Han? No need.” His laugh was low, though his eyes were cool, more mocking than warm. “There are already two Mr. Hans in the Han family. It’s not like they need one more.”

“Then I’ll keep calling you Han Chen.”

“Alright.” He tilted his head slightly, offering her a quiet smile. “You’ve already figured out who Han Qi and I are?”

“Mm. I understand everything now.”

“Then let me hear Miss Xia’s thoughts.”

Fengguang lifted her eyes, the light glimmering in them like flowing starlight. “My thoughts are simple. I hope both of you can live.”

“Miss Xia truly has a kind heart.” His tone was flat, making it impossible to tell whether he meant the compliment sincerely or as a jab. “But you know that’s impossible.”

Between him and Han Qi, one of them had to die—or maybe both would.

Either way, Han Chen’s life was destined to end. His identity couldn’t be changed, and the short lifespan of a clone would always hang over him. The only question was whether he would drag Han Qi down with him.

“I know it’s impossible,” Fengguang admitted softly. “But I can’t help but wish it.”

“Honestly, I’m a little surprised.” Han Chen raised an eyebrow with a touch of roguish charm. “I thought you and he had the closer bond. Naturally, you’d want him to survive.”

As for him… he was nothing more than an irrelevant extra, not worth considering.

“You think I’m the kind of person who would sit here hoping someone dies?” She finally straightened, looking him directly in the eye. “Han Chen, I’ll only ever hope you both live. I wouldn’t wish death on either of you—not you, not Han Qi, not even strangers I don’t know. I have no reason to want someone’s life to end. I’m not that vicious.”

If someone hadn’t committed evil, what right did she have to hope for their death? Humans all had a darker side—she was no exception—but until the very last moment came, she reminded herself she couldn’t let that thought take root.

Fengguang wasn’t a bad person. She wasn’t a saint either. She was just an ordinary person.

Han Chen could feel the sincerity in her words. That very sincerity stirred a strange curiosity in him.
“So what if I could make you like me more than you like Han Qi?” he asked. “Would that change your thoughts? For example… would you desperately hope that I’m the one who survives?”

His smiling eyes were filled with far too much darkness.