Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 191 - 122 Filming

After breakfast, Shu Wan went to the film crew.

This time, she fully considered Young Master Fu Yang’s feelings; before going to film, she handed her phone over to him.

"Wait here and keep my phone safe for me."

"I came here for the money; what do you take me for, a servant?"

Fu Yang complained but still honestly reached out and took Shu Wan’s phone. "If you don’t come out on time, I’ll leave; I have things to do in the afternoon."

"Understood."

By the later stages of the shoot, it was rare for the actors to gather together for filming; it was mostly individual shots being captured.

Today was an exception as both Lin Man and Qin Yu were at the filming site.

It was their final day of shooting, while Shu Wan still had two days left.

After finishing a scene, Shu Wan noticed Lin Man chatting with the director on the side, occasionally glancing her way.

Lin Man was upset when Shu Wan went to remove her makeup without greeting her.

So, she said goodbye to the director, stomping loudly as she walked up to Shu Wan. "Hey, make way! You’re blocking my gifts!!"

Shu Wan turned her head to look at her and then stepped back, "Go ahead."

Lin Man walked forward, picked up a pile of gifts, and placed them on the table. "Jealous of my popularity?"

Before Shu Wan could respond, Lin Man continued unilaterally, "This is from the director, this from little Wang, this from Brother Qin; people in the crew are so kind."

After she finished, seeing no reaction from Shu Wan, Lin Man was frustrated but didn’t wait for Shu Wan to speak, and finally turned back around, "Hey, are you mute or what? Why don’t you ever speak?"

"Do you have time this afternoon?"

"Why?" Lin replied, her eyes suddenly lighting up, "Are you planning to give me a wrap gift?"

"Yeah," Shu Wan nodded, "After lunch, I’ll come to take your wrap-up photos."

"Ah, photos." Lin Man seemed a bit disappointed, "Are you sure about your photography skills? I don’t quite believe you."

"Then forget it."

"Hey hey hey, what kind of way is that to give a gift? Really, can’t I take it? Should I change my clothes?"

"You can change."

"Alright, then I’ll wait for you here, just don’t stand me up."

"Okay."

As the film crew’s shift ended, Fu Yang walked out of an internet café outside the Film and Television City, followed by a crowd of people wanting to photograph him.

Fu Yang seldom played on his own account; he mostly posted photos Shu Wan took of him on social media platforms.

Because of these photos, without much attention from him, he had become a hot beauty influencer on the platform.

As he passed by the internet café, he attracted a lot of attention.

Noticing the increasing number of people following him, Fu Yang turned around and scanned the crowd.

Despite his young age, Fu Yang’s stern expression bore a striking resemblance to Fu Siyu’s, intimidating the crowd so that no one dared to approach.

After scaring off the crowd, Fu Yang lazily slung his bag over his shoulder and walked towards the entrance of the Film and Television City.

As he reached the entrance, he coincidentally bumped into Shu Wan coming out; Fu Yang called out to her, and she walked towards him.

"Here’s your phone." Fu Yang slightly turned, gesturing for Shu Wan to take her phone from his pocket.

Shu Wan glanced at the phone but didn’t rush to grab it; instead, she reached out and tapped Fu Yang on the head.

Fu Yang instantly jumped up like a squirrel, "What are you doing?!"

Shu Wan raised her hand, showing him the dust on her fingertips, "Where did you rub against?"

Only then did Fu Yang realize that he had misunderstood Shu Wan; he probably got the dust from the door frame when leaving the internet café.

"I don’t know." Fu Yang complained, "You could’ve just told me to wipe it off myself. Why shock me like that? I thought you were—"

"Thought what?" Shu Wan raised an eyebrow, "Thought I was going to touch your head?"

Fu Yang neither confirmed nor denied, "What else?"

"Oh." Shu Wan nodded, then unexpectedly reached out and gently tapped Fu Yang’s head a couple of times without him expecting it.

In her past life, when Shu Wan had a White Fox, she loved patting its head, so now her actions resembled playing with that White Fox.

Feeling the slight touch above his head, Fu Yang quickly stepped back quite a distance, eyes wide, "Why are you tapping my head?"