Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 112 - 72: Gaining Followers_2

Chapter 112: Chapter 72: Gaining Followers_2

After Fu Yang got home, he had the housekeeper and the nanny try to buy the toys his classmates were playing with.

However, they were nowhere to be found.

Being just a few years old, Fu Yang did not understand that they were not available because pirated toys do not have fixed models, and many were made in whatever shape the manufacturer wanted.

He could only piece together the reason with the little logic he had.

It was because he didn’t have a mother, so he couldn’t buy those fun toys.

When no one knew, little Fu Yang secretly hid in the attic and cried for a long time.

Later, as he grew older and no longer needed toys, he sealed those memories away in a box of time.

For some reason today, he suddenly remembered those times.

The lights on the Spiderman toy kept flashing, Fu Yang shook it a couple of times and couldn’t bring himself to throw it away.

Fu Yang had never seen such a sloppily made toy, but inexplicably, it was interesting.

He played with it for a while until a child passed by holding his mother’s hand, carrying a Spiderman toy, and only then did Fu Yang snap back to reality.

He instinctively looked up at Shu Wan only to see a camera lens staring back at him, "Are you crazy? What are you filming?"

"Done filming," Shu Wan lowered the camera, a smile in her eyes, "I’m hungry."

"Not my problem," Fu Yang rolled his eyes, "I don’t have a penny of allowance, don’t think about having me treat you to a meal."

"Then I’ll treat you," Shu Wan transferred ten yuan to Fu Yang, "I want to eat that, go buy two."

Fu Yang was speechless, "Am I your servant? Do you really use me that freely every day?"

Thinking he was the young master of the Fu family, no one had ever dared to order him around like this, not even his father, Fu Siyu.

"So, are you going or not?" Shu Wan looked calmly at Fu Yang.

"Not going," Fu Yang attempted to resist.

"Alright," Shu Wan nodded, "Then I’ll go buy it."

"..." Fu Yang was a bit stunned, he had thought Shu Wan would fight him to the end and force him if necessary.

Soon, Shu Wan came back with two grilled sausages, handed one to Fu Yang who wouldn’t accept it, "Junk food, I’m not eating it."

Fine, don’t eat then.

Shu Wan sat down beside Fu Yang and took a bite of the sausage.

She had noticed earlier that many people walking around were eating sausages.

Curious about the taste, Shu Wan now understood why everyone was eating it.

It was truly delicious.

The charred, crispy outer skin enclosed tightly packed, glistening meat, which burst with flavor in the mouth.

"Tasty," Shu Wan gave her verdict.

Modern people really know how to eat, turning simple pork into hundreds of varieties.

Unlike in past lives, when food seemed much more monotonous.

The reason junk food, made from inferior ingredients and lacking nutrition, is still loved by many is really because it’s delicious.

Fu Yang, who hadn’t eaten dinner, now felt his stomach cramping at the aroma of the grilled sausages.

But having just refused Shu Wan, Fu Yang could not swallow his pride and take it back.

At that moment, as if Shu Wan knew what Fu Yang was thinking, she moved the remaining sausage close to Fu Yang’s mouth, "It’s got your saliva on it now, no one else can eat it, don’t waste food."

"..." The sausage was so close, Fu Yang couldn’t resist and took a bite, his eyes lighting up.

He took the sausage from Shu Wan’s hands, took another bite, "Show me the photos, delete the ones where I don’t look good, don’t purposefully keep any ugly ones."

Shu Wan opened her camera, scooted closer to Fu Yang, "You pick then, I’ll keep the good ones."

The moon climbed over the willows, casting a gentle glow through the hazy leaves upon the earth.

Lanterns reflected on the surface of the lake, and a breeze wrinkled across the pool of flickering lights.

Fu Yang and Shu Wan sat by the lake, discussing which photos to keep, the fish attracted by their voices, quietly swam over.

Until unexpectedly, a wooden stick was thrown into the water, scaring the fish which immediately darted away, causing a ripple.

"Shoot, it’s gone," Fu Yang was quite disappointed, "That fish wasn’t small either."

"It’s getting late, let’s go back."

Just being out for a while made them feel much more relaxed.

It was getting late, Shu Wan decided to go home and do some real problems.

By the time they returned to the estate, an extremely tired Fu Yang dove straight into his bedroom.

Meanwhile, Shu Wan, after finishing her routine, selected some photos to upload, then started doing her problems.

During this period, Shu Wan had been updating several times a day.