Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 85 - 63 Repaying Gratitude_2

Chapter 85: Chapter 63 Repaying Gratitude_2

She picked up her cellphone, wanting to check the news, but she found she couldn’t unlock her phone.

Because of her hands, which had been tightly clinging to the rough mountain rocks earlier, her fingerprints were rubbed raw with blood, now wrapped in thick gauze.

As for why she couldn’t use face unlock, well, that’s because Shu Wan’s phone didn’t have that feature.

As the original owner of the body, Shu Wan was supposedly the Shu Family’s darling daughter, but the Shu Family had never given her any money.

After entering the entertainment circle, although Shu Wan was a marginal actor who never achieved major fame, she still got some sponsorship and endorsement deals thanks to her looks, earning enough money for her own use.

But for some reason, the original owner lived so poorly that even her phone was a model from years ago. While most people had switched to phones with facial recognition, Shu Wan’s still only supported fingerprint unlock.

She tapped the screen twice. Only the friction of the gauze, no response. Shu Wan had no choice but to turn to the standing Fu Yang, "Help me unlock my phone, will you?"

Fu Yang glanced at her, "Can’t you even unlock your phone?"

Shu Wan raised her hand to show Fu Yang, "I got injured while saving you."

Fu Yang’s eyes flickered, but his mouth still defied, "What saving me? That person wasn’t me."

"I thought it was you, that’s why I jumped. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have."

"....." Fu Yang’s gaze shifted away for a moment, "I don’t believe your nonsense. If I’m helping you, it’s purely out of kindness. Don’t get the wrong idea."

While saying this, Fu Yang stepped forward and picked up Shu Wan’s phone, "My god, how can you still be using such an old phone? Has our family been treating you that bad?"

Shu Wan had no concept of modern phone models, and she hadn’t paid attention to what others had. Now, hearing Fu Yang say this, she curiously asked, "Are there other newer phones?"

Fu Yang looked at her as if she were an alien, "Isn’t that an obvious question?"

Speaking, Fu Yang pulled out his own phone from his pocket to show Shu Wan.

Shu Wan initially was indifferent, but when she put the two phones side by side, she realized how big the gap was.

Compared to Fu Yang’s, his phone had sleeker lines, a lighter material, and a bigger, clearer screen.

However, Shu Wan was still a bit curious, "I see your dad also uses the same phone as I do."

"He’s such an old fuddy-duddy, what does he know." Talking about Fu Siyu, Fu Yang couldn’t help but complain, "He’s unreachable all day long. Until this year, he was still using a pager from the last century."

"No wonder you two get along, a pair of old fuddy-duddies." Fu Yang continued to ridicule, "Look how ugly your phone is."

"..." Shu Wan gave Fu Yang a helpless look, "Alright, open the news app. I want to listen to the news."

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Fu Yang to respond, Shu Wan remembered something else, "I have some photos I just took in my album. Help me post them on the short video platform."

"Are you taking an inch and wanting a mile?" Fu Yang frowned, "So many requests."

Shu Wan didn’t reply, just quietly watched Fu Yang, until he did what she said, uploading all the photos.

Not until a flood of comments poured in did Fu Yang open Shu Wan’s homepage to take a look, "620,000 followers?! Did you buy fans or what?"

But the incessant comments negated Fu Yang’s suspicion.

[Ahhh, wifey, you finally posted an update!! Such pretty fireworks, such beautiful scenery, before anyone else, let me kiss wifey first!]

[Wifey, are you enjoying yourself at Bruce’s? You’re so lucky, it’s rare to see a fireworks show at Bruce’s. This time, I heard it’s some big shot who booked the entire square for the fireworks.]

[Squeezing in front for our wifey, wifey, you should post more updates. Not seeing you every day makes me feel lonely and sad, need wifey’s kiss to get better.]

So far, Shu Wan hadn’t shown her face, and most of her fan base was female.

Seeing so many women calling Shu Wan "wifey," Fu Yang was shocked, and with a complicated look, he turned to Shu Wan, "You not only attract men, you attract women too, huh."

Shu Wan had a good understanding of her fans’ personalities; she didn’t deny it, "Turn on the news, I want to listen."

Fu Yang opened the news channel, and at the sound of the broadcaster’s clear enunciation, he felt a headache coming on.

He tossed the phone onto Shu Wan’s bedside, "Don’t call me again, I’m busy."

Saying that, Fu Yang turned and lay back down on the couch, headphones on, ignoring everyone.

But Fu Yang had opened a news channel that was playing a repeat; twenty minutes later, Shu Wan called out to him again, "Fu Yang, it’s finished, change it."

Fu Yang didn’t move, wearing headphones, with legs twitching, as if immersed in his own happy world.