Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir -
Chapter 326 - 182 Warmth
Chapter 326: Chapter 182 Warmth
Shu Wan actually didn’t care whether their relationship was exposed or not; what she really worried about was how it might affect Fu Siyu. After all, having lived in modern society for a while now, Shu Wan noticed that people both envied the high income of the entertainment circle and looked down on its celebrities.
At Fu Siyu’s status, if people found out that his wife was a celebrity from the entertainment circle, he would likely be ridiculed.
As for Fu Siyu, from the beginning, when Shu Wan came to find him, she wore a mask. Additionally, Fu Siyu realized that Shu Wan was considering divorce.
Out of respect, Fu Siyu deliberately kept his presence hidden and sealed off any attempts to divulge the news that he and Shu Wan were husband and wife.
In this way, they both respected each other, each believing that the other had no wish to be exposed.
When they went out, both of them put on masks and scarves.
During the day, one could still make out who they were from their eyes, but at this moment, it was the howling cold wind of late autumn. Whether it was vehicles or pedestrians, everyone hurried on their way, naturally paying no attention to the two of them.
The autumn in the north had a dense loneliness, with the cold wind sweeping down most of the leaves, leaving only the dry branches extending their network against the night sky.
Yet, on the ground, because of the overlapping fallen leaves, a bright yellow layer had been painted.
The two walked to a quiet street corner. Shu Wan stopped and pointed at the sidewalk not far away lined with tall Parasol Trees, "Just stand over there and walk back and forth naturally."
"Okay."
Fu Siyu strolled along the street, with lights tailing behind him like a dragon. Occasionally, cars would zoom past, and the draft stirred up the fallen leaves, brushing gently against the hem of Fu Siyu’s overcoat before falling back into the lingering autumn breeze.
Through Shu Wan’s lens, the late-night autumn scenery became a backdrop to Fu Siyu, with streetlights and car headlights interlacing, giving him an overlay of shifting lights and shadows.
Even though the undertones of late autumn nights were lonely and dark, and Fu Siyu’s face bore no smile, for some reason, the photos she took exuded a faint, spreading warmth.
Bright orange circles from the streetlights sprinkled tiny dots in Fu Siyu’s eyes, and when he looked towards the camera, the glow seemed to become tender.
Beautiful and charismatic people were always the muses of a photographer, and Fu Siyu, possessing both attributes, made for numerous shots with every gesture and movement in Shu Wan’s viewfinder.
Unconsciously, Shu Wan didn’t even notice her hands had turned very red from the cold.
After pressing the shutter twice without it actually clicking, Shu Wan realized her hands, holding the camera for so long, had become a bit stiff.
"Enough of being a photographer, why not try being a model?"
Fu Siyu suddenly spoke.
Shu Wan was startled, then remembered that Fu Siyu was also very adept at taking photos. She handed the camera to him, "Sure, your turn to shoot, what do you want to capture?"
"Capture you, may I?"
"Me?"
Since arriving in the modern era, Shu Wan had been photographed countless times: interviews, red carpets, TV dramas, magazines, but taking this kind of solo photos was truly a first for her.
Shu Wan’s eyes curved slightly, "Sure."
"Then wait for me a moment, I’m going to buy something."
"Okay."
Fu Siyu, holding the camera, walked into a convenience store not far away and quickly came back.
He handed Shu Wan a pair of leather gloves and a cup of milk tea.
"Just shoot with these."
As her fingertips touched the cup, the warm heat extended all the way up through her fingers. Shu Wan’s gaze flickered slightly, the air filled with the sweet scent of milk tea.
It seemed as if, in places entwined with fragrance, even the cold of an autumn night couldn’t linger for long.
Shu Wan’s shooting style was inherited from Fu Siyu; both liked to capture life’s silhouettes in nature.
At this moment, Shu Wan didn’t deliberately pose but simply held the milk tea, quietly observing the cityscape within the autumn night.
Since arriving in the modern world, Shu Wan wanted to try everything; naturally, she drank the milk tea loved by young people.
But at the same time, Shu Wan was a person who cared about health maintenance, so she normally followed a "once every three months" rule for such sugary treats.
Drinking it after three months, Shu Wan subconsciously felt very happy, hence even without a smile, there was a faint hint of cheerfulness in her eyes.
The headlights of cars flitted by, dotting brightness into Shu Wan’s eyes.
Fu Siyu didn’t shoot for long before handing back the camera to Shu Wan, "It’s done; do you want to keep walking for a bit, or go back?"
"Let’s go back."
At this time, Shu Wan would usually already be asleep. Today was an exception, and it had been long past her usual bedtime.
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