Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 101 - 68 Satisfaction_6

Chapter 101: Chapter 68 Satisfaction_6

Fu Yang glanced at the embarrassingly cringeworthy headline and seriously wanted to roll his eyes to the sky.

However, cringeworthy as the headline was, he was quite pleased with the photo that the media had released.

This photo was taken inside a dessert shop, likely snapped secretly by a staff member.

In the photo, Fu Yang was leaning against the counter, waiting for the staff to pack his order.

He wore Cosmic War God sneakers, grey casual pants, and a black windbreaker—simple yet exuding the vigor of youth.

The sunlight streaming through the clear glass windows finely outlined his perfect profile, like something out of a manga.

His silver-white hair made it even harder to tell whether this was a drawing or reality.

Fu Yang’s facial features resembled Fu Siyu’s; when not smiling, the corners of his eyes slightly downturned, appearing cold and aloof.

But in the next photo, where Fu Yang was talking about Shu Wan to the clerk, the corners of his eyes lifted slightly, a trace of a smile in his amber eyes. Those beautiful, peach blossom-like eyes were as dazzling as flowers, enchanting but not bewitching.

[Help, I buy cake every day, how come I never see such a good-looking young man?? Where is this cake shop, tell me the address quickly!!]

[Ah!! Tell me this is an AI-generated manga character, I refuse to believe someone can actually look like this in real life, too handsome!! I’m swooning!!]

[Is this photo really unedited? I can’t believe someone actually looks like this, he’s too refined.]

Watching all the flattering comments from netizens, although Fu Yang was accustomed to hearing such praise wherever he went, he still felt quite proud.

At that moment, Shu Wan came over and glanced at the photo, "It’s a good shot."

"Nonsense, who do you think they were photographing?" Fu Yang slightly lifted his chin, "My face looks good no matter how it’s shot."

"Would your dad mind your photos being leaked?" Shu Wan was more concerned about this.

After all, Fu Yang was still a minor, and she didn’t know whether Fu Siyu would mind his child being exposed too much on the internet.

Thinking this, Shu Wan subconsciously prepared to give Fu Siyu a call, but considering the time difference, she decided to send a WeChat message instead.

"Fu Yang’s photos have been leaked online, is it serious?"

The next second, Fu Siyu’s call came through.

He seemed to have just finished showering, his hair still damp, wearing a black nightgown, which even more accentuated his handsome and refined features.

"Aren’t you asleep yet?"

"Um," Fu Siyu responded, settling on the couch with his phone, "I just saw the message, don’t worry about it, he’s 14 now, it’s fine if his photos get out."

"Okay."

"Have you started shooting today?" Fu Siyu asked while he wiped his hair with a towel.

Even though Fu Siyu wasn’t from ancient times, like the Fu family of an esteemed lineage, he was also brought up under strict discipline.

Whatever he did, every movement was graceful and dignified.

Typically, the impression of Fu Siyu was one of silence and self-restraint, even the top button of his shirts fastened tightly, leaving no gap.

Now, his nightgown slightly open, his damp hair, his whole demeanor emitted a vibe completely different from usual.

Shu Wan didn’t know how to describe it.

"Dad, why are you out in a video call without dressing properly, when did you become so flirtatious?"

At this moment, Fu Yang, suddenly appearing from nowhere, looked bewildered at Fu Siyu in the video.

Just last year, he had been scolded by Fu Siyu for wearing pajamas during a video call.

How had his dad changed so much in just a year?

Hearing Fu Yang’s voice, Fu Siyu paused in wiping his hair, lifting his head with a slightly deeper gaze, "Is Fu Yang there with you?"

Shu Wan nodded and shifted the camera slightly so Fu Yang’s face appeared on the screen.

Fu Siyu set down the towel, his gaze as deep as a well resting on Fu Yang, "You’re only 14, if you dare go racing again"

"What will you do?" Fu Yang, perhaps feeling bold because of the distance or because he was next to Shu Wan, unconsciously felt that Fu Siyu wouldn’t actually do anything, and cheekily made a face at Fu Siyu, "Break my legs?"

Fu Siyu’s expression darkened slightly, "You"

"Okay," seeing that father and son were about to start arguing upon seeing each other, Shu Wan intervened, "Stop fighting, Fu Yang, go eat, Fu Siyu, you should go to sleep too, I’m going back to eat."

Fu Siyu’s expression turned stern, nodding, "Okay."

After Shu Wan hung up, Fu Yang returned to the computer to continue reading his news, quietly muttering complaints about his dad.

Indeed, now even mentioning him being flirtatious was forbidden.

Old man.