Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 111 - 72 Gaining Followers

Chapter 111: Chapter 72 Gaining Followers

The sunset was just right, a vast expanse of fiery clouds reflected on the lake, shimmering with light.

Fu Yang leaned on the railing, letting Shu Wan take pictures beside him.

He was still very sleepy and had no energy to strike any poses, just standing there straight.

Five minutes later, Fu Yang was ready to leave, "That’s enough, right? I’ve given you face."

"Wait a minute, keep shooting for a while longer."

"What’s there to shoot." Fu Yang yawned, "I’m going to go back to sleep, you can play by yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yang was ready to leave, but Shu Wan put down her camera, "Either another 5 minutes or I’ll hit an acupoint and you’ll stand here for another 10 minutes."

"...." Fu Yang looked at Shu Wan incredulously, "What kind of stepmother are you."

Absolutely devilish.

"Go back and stand there." Shu Wan raised her camera to take more pictures.

Fu Yang hesitated for a moment but eventually went back.

Because he knew Shu Wan meant what she said, she really would make him stand there in public.

The sun set quickly, and soon the light dimmed.

Shu Wan put away her camera, "Alright."

Annoyed to the extreme, Fu Yang was about to leave when Shu Wan grabbed the hoodie of his sweatshirt.

Fu Yang sighed deeply, rare for him, "What now?"

Shu Wan pointed at a stall nearby, "What are they selling?"

Fu Yang glanced over, "Toys."

In the night park market, there were various stalls selling small toys, cheap, a few bucks each, all to attract children.

Shu Wan walked over to a stall where an old lady had a pile of glowing toys.

Plastic toys shaped like butterflies, flowers, etc., with tubes inside, could control the light changes by a switch.

"Miss, want to buy one? Look, this light can even rotate."

As the old lady spoke, she pressed a switch, and a flower-shaped toy started flashing light rings from inside out, seemingly in endless cycles.

For modern people over five, these toys might seem very childish.

But for Shu Wan, these toys once again opened the door to a new world.

"I’ll take a butterfly one, thank you," Shu Wan pointed at the toy emitting pink light.

The vendor handed it to her, and just as Shu Wan was about to pay, she suddenly spotted something else, "Take that one out for me too."

"Okay, that’s 23 yuan in total, here is the QR code."

After paying, Shu Wan took the toys and returned to the lakeside where Fu Yang was sitting on a large rock, idly throwing pebbles into the water.

Hearing footsteps, Fu Yang turned around, and after glancing at the toys in Shu Wan’s hand, he was speechlessly exasperated, "Pink and tender, how old are you now?"

Shu Wan hadn’t watched Zhen Huan, so naturally, she didn’t understand Fu Yang’s sarcasm, "Even if I were 80, couldn’t I still like pink?"

Talking, Shu Wan walked over and handed the other toy to Fu Yang, "This is for you."

It was a bit dark, and at first, Fu Yang hadn’t noticed what Shu Wan had given him until he accidentally triggered the switch.

As the multicolored lights came on, Fu Yang saw he was holding a crudely made Spiderman.

Fu Yang looked speechlessly at Shu Wan, "Why are you giving me this?"

"I’m giving it to you to play with." Shu Wan fiddled with her flower toy as she spoke, "That vendor said these toys are suitable for children."

"...." Fu Yang was speechless, was he a child? He didn’t need such childish things.

Fu Yang was about to throw the toy aside when, suddenly, not far away, a child sat down on the ground crying, "Wuuu, Mom, I want Spiderman."

Beside the child, a young mother stood helplessly trying to pull the child’s arm, "All right, all right, I’ll buy it for you, stop crying."

For some reason, Fu Yang suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

He had loved Spiderman as a child, always wanting anything related to Spiderman.

The Fu Family was wealthy and could satisfy all his demands, filling an entire room with various Spiderman models.

Fu Yang had always thought he owned all the Spiderman in the world.

Until he went to kindergarten and saw a classmate playing with a strangely shaped, crudely made Spiderman, he wanted it too and begged to play with it.

"This is what my mom bought for me, if you want to play, have your mom buy you one," his classmate was unwilling to let Fu Yang play, and turned to run away.