Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 323 - 180 Maintenance_2

Chapter 323: Chapter 180 Maintenance_2

Because Fu Yang had previously cosplayed as White Fox, combined with his variety show appearances and the buzz from being the top scorer in the middle school exams, he attracted quite a number of fans.

Just in terms of active followers, Fu Yang could be considered a second-tier male celebrity.

Fans gathered together, changed their profile pictures to "Refuse to Star in No-Name Movies," and flooded Fu Yang’s social media comment sections.

"You dazzled our times, we will definitely protect you forever."

"Shu Wan, stop persecuting Lin Yang immediately, boycott Shu Wan using a child to boost the popularity of no-name movies."

"How could you deceive such an innocent child, are you bullying Lin Yang because he doesn’t have a biological mother? We millions of fans are Lin Yang’s support!!!"

Coincidentally, that afternoon, reporters snapped photos of Fu Yang and Shu Wan having an argument, with Fu Yang storming off in a huff.

The fans felt even more that Shu Wan had upset Fu Yang and the boycott group got even stronger.

Back at the Estate, even though he was home, Fu Yang was still giving Shu Wan the cold shoulder over the issue of wearing long johns.

In Shu Wan’s view, long johns are close-fitting and invisible when worn inside, if such intimate design had existed in ancient times, it definitely would have been exclusive to the Imperial Palace, so she couldn’t understand why Fu Yang was so resistant.

However, Fu Yang felt that at his young age, wearing long johns made him seem elderly, it wasn’t just long johns, it was his pride, and he’d rather die than wear them.

"Aren’t you cold?"

Shu Wan slightly furrowed her brows. Although there was floor heating indoors, the moment the cold wind blew outside, Shu Wan, despite wearing so much, still felt chilly.

"Of course I’m not cold, I’m very warm."

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew, and Fu Yang felt as if every pore on his body had been soaked in ice water, chilling him to the bone; he even paused mid-sentence.

Shu Wan reached out and touched the back of Fu Yang’s hand, cold as ice, no doubt he was cold.

"You must wear them."

Shu Wan made a final decision.

"I won’t," Fu Yang continued to resist.

"I remember, you still have the last two matches to advance to Peak War God."

"....."

Mentioning this made Fu Yang angry.

Originally, he had made a deal with Shu Wan that if his middle school exam scores were higher than hers, Shu Wan would help him reach Peak War God in the game.

But Shu Wan’s score was nearly perfect, how could Fu Yang possibly score higher than her.

He lost the bet, but still came up with several excuses to have Shu Wan help him in the game.

Considering Fu Yang was the top scorer in the middle school exams, Shu Wan helped him advance.

But the rank achieved by proxy was something Fu Yang couldn’t handle on his own; lately, he had played nearly a hundred matches just to barely maintain his rank from a month ago.

For the remaining two promotion matches, Fu Yang didn’t dare to touch them because the current competition was a clash of the world’s top players, and Fu Yang had no ability to compete.

Now that Shu Wan offered to help, Fu Yang wavered.

If wearing long johns meant wearing them, they were invisible on the inside anyway. But being Peak War God was visible to all players in the server—what glory that would be.

Fu Yang nodded, "Okay, it’s a deal."

"Go change now."

"Okay, just make sure you get me there."

With the incentive of the rank, Fu Yang ran upstairs quite eagerly.

In no time, Fu Yang came back to the yard, lifted one side of his trouser leg to show Shu Wan, "I did wear them as required, you’d better not"

Before he could say "back out", Shu Wan suddenly crouched down and adjusted the trouser legs that Fu Yang hadn’t tucked into his socks.

The cold wind could no longer find a gap to directly penetrate the skin, indeed making it much warmer.

Fu Yang watched Shu Wan in a daze; maybe it was the heat that made his ears start to faintly turn red.

After Shu Wan adjusted both trouser legs, she stood up, "Let’s go have dinner, your dad isn’t coming home for dinner tonight."

"Really?"

Hearing that Fu Siyu wouldn’t be coming home for dinner, Fu Yang immediately cheered up, "Let’s go, let’s go."

These past few days, because Fu Siyu was at home, Fu Yang hadn’t been able to properly enjoy a meal. Today, he could finally relish his dinner, the housekeeper had even instructed the kitchen to prepare all of Fu Yang’s favorite dishes.

After finishing the meal, Fu Yang was quite happy, but then his mood soured when he saw his phone.

The screen was full of boycott messages, and various demands made in the name of love.

They demanded he play fewer games, demanded he study hard and not act in films, demanded he be wary of Shu Wan.

"Psht."

Fu Yang never mingled in fan circles, so these people seemed especially bizarre in his eyes.

Seeing more and more boycott comments from fans, Fu Yang simply closed the comment section and private message function, then posted a new update.