Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 132 - 78: Happy

Chapter 132: Chapter 78: Happy

Fu Yang’s good looks were too dazzling. Back then in the store, aside from the person who broke the news, other passersby also secretly snapped photos.

By the time someone had leaked the info, others quickly followed suit, posting photos they had taken from various angles.

In the photos, Fu Yang appeared like a small animal with its fur on end, as if he was about to explode at any moment, while Shu Wan seemed like the protective cover pinning him down, no matter how much he erupted, he couldn’t escape Shu Wan’s grip.

Fu Yang was frowning, an expression of impatience that was enough to intimidate others even through the screen, while Shu Wan looked at Fu Yang with smiling eyes, focusing on his lips which had turned red from lipstick.

For those out of the loop, it was only natural to start speculating that the two were a couple.

[What’s the situation? Don’t tell me Shu Wan is messing with a minor, this goes beyond moral corruption, isn’t this illegal?]

[It can’t be her younger brother, right? I remember Shu Wan’s family has an older brother and a younger sister; there’s no brother of this age. Waiting for the truth.]

[This handsome young man looks familiar!!! He’s the main character from the photo series taken by the Bailu people, gosh, what a small world; how did these people all end up together?]

Netizens speculated wildly about the relationship between Shu Wan, the Bailu people, and Fu Yang, and some even attempted to suggest that Shu Wan might be one of the Bailu people, only to be attacked and forced to delete their comments.

After all, in everyone’s eyes, the Bailu people stood for wisdom, a symbol removed from worldly concerns, while Shu Wan, in their hearts, was either a nobody or at best decent.

As the news heated up, some of Fu Yang’s classmates chimed in with revelations, "Isn’t this our school’s boss, Lin Yang? He just started ninth grade."

It was probably because of Fu Yang’s 180 cm height, combined with the fact that his demeanor did not fit people’s impression of a middle school student.

Thus, the majority still thought, until now, that Fu Yang must be a high schooler, just a year or two shy of adulthood.

Now, hearing what Fu Yang’s classmates had to say, that he was in fact a ninth-grader, netizens were even more shocked.

[Holy cow, do kids nowadays all look this mature? Just a middle school student and already capable of bewitching people?? I thought he was a handsome university student.]

[A middle schooler... help, I feel so disgusted with Shu Wan, how could she stoop so low.]

It wasn’t just the netizens who had doubts, even the agent Wang Tian gave Shu Wan a call.

The moment Shu Wan answered the phone, she wisely held it a bit away from her ear.

As expected, Wang Tian hadn’t even started talking when shrill screams came hurtling towards Shu Wan.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Today it will be the death of either you or me, you tell me, what’s the deal with that smug handsome kid? He’s not really someone you picked up, is he? You’re so clueless!!"

"No," Shu Wan denied.

"Oh, that’s good, you scared me to death." Wang Tian’s heart dropped back in place, "Then you should quickly clarify, say he’s your brother or some relative."

"He’s my son."

"What the heck?!!" The news was so outrageous that Wang Tian initially thought he had misheard, "Am I having auditory problems?"

"No, he’s my son," Shu Wan repeated.

"Stop kidding," Wang Tian couldn’t believe it, "You’re only 21 years old, where did you get a 14-year-old son from?"

"Stepson," Shu Wan dropped another bombshell without any regard for Wang Tian’s wellbeing.

Wang Tian was completely thunderstruck, "Stepson? You’re a stepmom?"

"Hmm," Shu Wan nodded.

If there were a block of tofu at that moment, Wang Tian would’ve definitely smashed his head into it and died.

If the clock could be turned back to three minutes earlier, Wang Tian would not have panicked over the rumors of a romance.

After all, compared to becoming a stepmother at the tender age of 21, walking around with a handsome young man was nothing; it was actually easy to handle public relations-wise.

"My ancestors!!!" Wang Tian was so agitated he was practically spinning in place, "When did you get married?"

"Last year."

The original host had married Fu Siyu mainly due to her own mother’s dying wish.

And that marriage contract was exchanged for the original host’s life by her mother.

Being rather timid and self-deprecating, the original host only saw fulfilling the marriage contract as a task to honor her mother’s last wish and never thought about actually becoming Madam Fu.

Therefore, she never mentioned her marriage to anyone, so of course, Wang Tian had no clue.

"You’re serious?!" Hearing Shu Wan’s earnest tone, Wang Tian finally realized she wasn’t joking.