TSFLIP Chapter 810

His tone grew gentler, yet the chill in Wu Qi’s heart only deepened.

Shu Feng gave a faint, almost amused smile. “You’re entering the Xia household—it doesn’t really matter. You can’t hurt her anyway. But you should know… Fengguang is a girl with sharp intuition. Maybe she hasn’t noticed anything yet, but I can’t promise she won’t one day discover the truth.”

“Don’t talk like you know her so well…”

“Fengguang.” The smile on his lips widened. “Is that a name you think you’re allowed to say?”

An overwhelming pressure crashed over Wu Qi like a tidal wave. He staggered back a step, barely keeping his balance.

Shu Feng raised a hand to his forehead and sighed, eyes closing in frustration. “Sorry. I told myself long ago that I had to accept the idea of other men existing around her. But no matter how many times I rehearse it in my head—every time I imagine another man standing beside her—I just want to kill him.”

He wasn’t so much troubled as he was fighting the urge to kill.

Shu Feng was a skilled actor. If not for the sheer weight of his presence, no one would ever doubt his sincerity. Wu Qi bit his lip, forcing himself not to back down. “You’re only older than me. In ten years—”

“Do you really have ten years?” Shu Feng opened his eyes again, smiling lightly.

Wu Qi felt it—the kind of killing intent that could make a person forget how to resist.

“Fengguang’s a good girl,” Shu Feng said quietly. “Maybe she isn’t perfect in everyone’s eyes. But what does perfection matter? It doesn’t change the fact that I want to give her the best of everything in this world.”

Though his gaze rested on Wu Qi, he wasn’t really looking at him—his eyes were distant, empty. “Fengguang loves a peaceful life. That’s why Tong County has stayed so calm all this time. She hates bloodshed. So tell me—do you really think you still have a reason to exist?”

His smile softened, eyes narrowing slightly. His tone was as calm as ever. Once, his hands had been stained with blood; now, he was just a man clinging to the last years of his life. He’d already planned it all out—Fengguang would live peacefully, grow up safely. Maybe in ten years, she’d marry and have children.

Oh, but by then he would be dead. Only in death would he be free from the urge to slaughter anyone who stood beside her. If he were still alive, even if he kept her close, she would only grow to hate him.

Long ago, Shu Feng had realized—being hated by her was unbearable. So he’d given himself a limit: sixteen years.

He had arranged every detail of Fengguang’s quiet life. And in that world of peace he built for her, how could he allow a murderer to exist and shatter it all?

Wu Qi’s face went pale. He didn’t even dare to move, just stood there, frozen. “Those people deserved to die,” he murmured. “I never wanted to hurt Miss Fengguang…”

“Yes,” Shu Feng said softly, then let out a faint, almost amused laugh. “But what difference does that make?”

Madam Liu had taken her own life, unable to accept that her child had killed so many. From the day she died, Wu Qi had grieved—but he’d quickly begun to plan his next steps: divert attention, lead suspicion toward the mysterious Linglong Manor. After all, he was just a ten-year-old boy; no one would suspect him. As for the bodies hidden in the cellar… he’d move them little by little, spread them elsewhere. A year, maybe two—and eventually, everyone would forget.