Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 201 - 127 Father and Son

Shu Wan was enjoying her meal quite happily, "I think it’s grilled quite well."

Fu Yang glanced over at Shu Wan upon hearing this and couldn’t resist rolling his eyes.

Hehe, how could it not be good?

His own father had given all the well-grilled meat to Shu Wan, leaving him with just the scraps or unevenly cooked pieces.

Fine, if his dad didn’t care about father-son affection, he couldn’t blame him for being such a bright and obtrusive third wheel.

After finishing the barbecue, Shu Wan sat next to the tent watching the stars while Fu Siyu cleaned up.

When he had finished cleaning and was about to sit next to Shu Wan, a figure swiftly passed by and directly occupied the spot on Shu Wan’s right hand side.

And on Shu Wan’s left, was a small cabinet that couldn’t be moved.

Fu Siyu looked towards Fu Yang, and Fu Yang raised his head, slightly lifting his eyebrows at Fu Siyu, "Dad, why don’t you sit and rest for a while?"

Actually, Fu Yang seldom called Fu Siyu "Dad." Suddenly addressing him that way, even Shu Wan looked up puzzledly, but noticed nothing amiss.

Fu Siyu met Fu Yang’s gaze; their eyes locked in mid-air, and eventually, it was Fu Siyu who looked away first and accordingly sat down beside Fu Yang.

Fu Yang’s intention was not to let Fu Siyu sit next to Shu Wan, but it wasn’t until Fu Siyu sat down that Fu Yang realized his situation was a bit awkward.

He found himself sandwiched uncomfortably between Shu Wan and Fu Siyu.

But getting up wasn’t an option either.

It was a rare opportunity to annoy Fu Siyu.

So, Fu Yang sat excitedly but irritably between them.

At first, he tried watching the stars like Shu Wan did, but after a while, he couldn’t see what was so special about those few measly stars.

"So boring," Fu Yang muttered, "When are we going back? There’s nothing fun here."

Shu Wan turned her head to look at him, "It seems we brought a camera in the car."

"....." Fu Yang suddenly had a bad feeling.

Before he could voice his refusal, Shu Wan had already gotten up to retrieve the camera from the car.

As if knowing what Fu Yang was about to say, Shu Wan smiled at him, "You promised earlier to be my model, and now you don’t have anything else planned."

"....." Fu Yang, who was usually a man of his word, could hardly refuse, especially in front of Fu Siyu, "Alright, how do you want to shoot."

"Just casually, you don’t need to pose specially."

Shu Wan said as she picked up the camera and aimed it at Fu Yang. From an angle Fu Yang wasn’t aware of, Shu Wan included Fu Siyu in the shots as well.

Fu Yang actually didn’t like taking photos in the past, probably a common trait of rebellious teenagers.

But then, Fu Yang found that Shu Wan’s photos really looked good, she captured him looking incredibly handsome, turning out better than expected, and ever since then he had never resisted.

Though Shu Wan said there was no need to pose specially, Fu Yang still acted "naturally," and deliberately struck several handsome poses.

After what felt like a long time, Shu Wan finally put down the camera and came back to sit beside Fu Yang.

Fu Yang couldn’t wait to grab the camera from Shu Wan, "Let me see how they turned out."

However, as soon as he opened the gallery, Fu Yang was dumbfounded, "Wait, why aren’t there any solo shots of me?"

All the photos were of him and Fu Siyu together.

Fu Yang wasn’t happy and handed the camera back to Shu Wan, "They aren’t nice. Take it away."

Shu Wan wasn’t upset; she took the camera, leaned over Fu Yang, and showed the photos to Fu Siyu, "Take a look."

"Alright."

Fu Siyu was leaning on the camera with one hand and slightly tilted his head to look.

This way, Fu Yang was really caught in the middle between two people; even if he didn’t want to see the photo, he had to.

It must be said, if it weren’t for Fu Siyu, Fu Yang could still reluctantly give Shu Wan a passing grade.

Shu Wan was always good at using light and shadow to tell the story inside the lens.

In Shu Wan’s lens, the lighting fell evenly on Fu Siyu and Fu Yang, giving a completely different feeling to each.

Fu Siyu was calm and peaceful, like a mountain, quietly sitting there with endless strength.

While Fu Yang was lively and spirited, like a free little fox in the mountains, always brimming with life and energy.

"Looks pretty good," Fu Siyu nodded, "Can you send it to me after we get back?"

"Sure," Shu Wan answered, and then looked up at Fu Yang, "Do you need it?"

Fu Yang quickly shifted his gaze, pretending to look at the scenery without seeing the photo, "No need, it isn’t good. Take it away."

Shu Wan habitually ignored Fu Yang’s complaints; whether he wanted it or not didn’t much affect her.

Seeing that time was approaching midnight, the three of them finally prepared to go home.

Fu Siyu and Fu Yang packed up, while Shu Wan leisurely rested in the passenger seat.

Huffing and puffing, Fu Yang finished moving the barbecue grill, turned back, and saw Shu Wan relaxing so leisurely, suddenly feeling somewhat uneasy.

"You tell me, did you marry a tyrant?"

Fu Siyu also glanced at the passenger seat, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, "Pretty good."

"..." Fu Yang inexplicably glanced at Fu Siyu, then suddenly leaned in close, and asked a question he couldn’t fathom, "Compared to my real mom, which one do you like more?"

Fu Siyu’s expression darkened, his brow furrowed as he looked at Fu Yang, "Don’t mention this in front of her."

"Psh." Fu Yang snorted, "I heard people say that you were head over heels in love with my mom back then."

Fu Siyu couldn’t be bothered to argue with Fu Yang, so he put away the things and sat in the driver’s seat, "Get in the car, or we are leaving without you."

Only then did Fu Yang open the door and get into the car. On the car ride, Fu Yang didn’t bring up his real mom again.

Fu Siyu was only back for a few days this time.

The next morning, before Shu Wan and Fu Yang had even gotten up, Fu Siyu had already left the country.

During these few days, every time Shu Wan came downstairs, she could see Fu Siyu sitting at the table reading the newspaper.

Today, when she came downstairs and saw the table empty, Shu Wan was momentarily unaccustomed.

"Young Madam," the housekeeper pulled out her chair and then handed her a box, "This was left for you by the young master."

Shu Wan opened it and was not surprised.

Inside was the jade bracelet that Fu Siyu had purchased at a high price last night.

"I really like it." Shu Wan didn’t refuse Fu Siyu’s kindness, nodding at the housekeeper, "Thank you."

Now, Shu Wan’s filming with the crew was completely finished, and her work today was mainly on the magazine side.

Initially, she and Wang Yu the photographer had planned to meet at the magazine’s studio at nine in the morning.

But it was already half past nine and Wang Yu hadn’t shown up.

Wang Tian went out to gather some information and came back furious, "Liu Ying is too much, monopolizing the photographer and not letting Wang Yu come over."