TSFLIP Chapter 82

Did Feng Guang not know that someone was eavesdropping on the rooftop? Don’t forget, she had a device that could hear sounds within a hundred meters.

After wiping away the tears she had forced out, Feng Guang called her homeroom teacher to say she was feeling unwell and needed to go home. The teacher had no objections. Teachers at this elite school rarely objected to the actions of the aristocratic students. Besides a few commoners, most students came from prestigious families, and a single word from their families could make the “diligent caretakers” actually become caretakers.

Feng Guang’s principle at the moment was to avoid classes if possible. In the face of school, her mission had to take a backseat. However, she hadn’t forgotten her mission. Her recent provocation would certainly make Mu Tianze demand the cancellation of the engagement from his family. She always aimed to distance herself from the male lead, placing the male lead’s family in the wrong. After all, her image had to be perfect in the eyes of others. Next, she just needed to force Mu Tianze to publicly admit that he was breaking off the engagement because he liked someone else.

Having planned everything out, Feng Guang strolled out of the school gates and spotted a familiar figure under a tree.

An Tong was sitting quietly in his wheelchair, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled light on him. He was so serene that one might think he had stepped out of a painting. Under the shade of the tree, he achieved the utmost harmony with nature, making even the most beautiful scenery seem like a mere backdrop.

Feng Guang watched him for a long time until he turned his head and noticed her.

He smiled and nodded, “Miss Xia.”

“Mr. An.” Feng Guang, caught in the act of eavesdropping, walked over with a calm demeanor as if she hadn’t been staring at him just moments before.

Wearing her school uniform, she responded with a smile, “Mr. An, why are you here?”

“My cousin is a student here too. I came to visit him.”

“Then why are you sitting by the roadside, Mr. An?” She looked around but saw no one else and asked, “Mr. An, don’t you have any friends with you?”

Given that he was disabled, it would be dangerous for him to be alone pushing his wheelchair so far. She had intended to ask who was taking care of him but phrased it more gently to avoid offending him, although it was hard to imagine someone as gentle as him getting upset.

Understanding her concern, An Tong was unfazed. “My car broke down, and the driver took it to be repaired. I missed the scenery here and couldn’t resist coming out to take another look. Once the car is fixed, someone will come to pick me up.” His underlying message was that she needn’t worry about him.

Sunlight shifted, enveloping him in a captivating glow. With a slight smile that had an irresistible charm, he returned her kindness.

It was like a stone dropped into still water, creating ripples. Feng Guang felt as though she heard the sound of snow melting.

“It’s over,” she suddenly said, as if lost in thought.

An Tong looked puzzled. “Miss Xia, what’s wrong?”

“Mr. An.” Feng Guang locked eyes with him, her expression serious as if deciding a matter of life and death. Finally, she took a decisive step forward, bent slightly, and grabbed his hand—a sudden action that could only be described as a grab.

She said solemnly, “Starting today, I will pursue you.”